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aeyumicore · 1 year ago

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━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, not canon events (completely fictional)

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 10.7k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, first time sex with zayne (not virginity loss), jealous!zayne, dom!zayne, zayne slightly loses control of evol, furniture breaks, lot’s of teasing, fictional characters, size kink, vaginal sex, oral sex f!receiving, tongue fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, slightly drunk sex (not really), tummy bulge, posessive/claiming behavior, let me know if i missed anything!

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: helloooo writing for my fav zayne again <3 would you guys believe this is actually the first lads fic i ever started but i put it on hold because it was way too elaborate and i didn’t want to make a whole like multi chapter fic? i actually cut out a lotttt of it, it probably would’ve been more like 30k words if i kept the same writing style/detail i had originally, and i just could not do that to myself

also the matthew/intern mentioned in the fic is completely made up and fictional, he is not a reference to any characters! i couldn’t bring myself to use greyson for the purposes of the plot bc i think he and zayne are so cute LOL god i love the jealous angsty feelings trope

pls enjoy hehe i luv u guys <3 also come interact with me on twit @/aeyumicore :’)

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✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

"Will you go to dinner with me?”

You whip your head around to see where the unfamiliar voice came from, coming face to face with one of the surgical interns of the Akso hospital. You’d run into him several times before when visiting Zayne at work, but never quite got his name.

"Me?”

The intern chuckles at your dumbfoundedness, which he thinks is adorable, "Yes, you’re Y/N right? My name is Matthew. I'm one of the surgical interns here. So, will you let me take you to dinner tomorrow?”

Zayne chokes on his rice from the seat beside you, patting his chest a few times to clear his throat. You’d decided to have lunch with Zayne after your check-up today; well more like you’d forced him to the cafeteria with you against his will. You’d desperately wanted to try the infamous mint chocolate chip jello the hospital cafeteria served, even though you knew it’d be disgusting. And so you both sat at a table in the cafeteria, you with your jello and Zayne with a homemade bento box you’d made for him, along with some of his favorite pastries from the bakery down the street.

At his coughs, the intern’s eyes snapped to Zayne’s and it was like he’d just then realized Zayne was there, the surprise and anxiety written all over his expression. Zayne was always someone who commanded respect and fear from his colleagues and subordinates, so much so that Matthew had turned pale as a ghost.

"Oh! Dr. Zayne, I'm so sorry I didn’t realize–” but Zayne cuts him off with a simple wave of his hand.

"It’s fine. Continue your conversation.” You’re a bit taken back by Zayne’s nonchalance. Sure, you were just childhood friends but it would be nice if Zayne had any reaction at all to being asked out right in front of him. You yourself couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards Zayne but it was seeming more and more that it was completely one sided.

"I, um…” you’re at a loss for words, not knowing how to let the handsome intern down. Matthew was honestly very attractive, and seemed kind enough, but you had hoped to spend your friday night with Zayne, though you hadn’t had the chance to ask him yet. He’d been swamped with surgeries and patients the last few days and you hardly got to see him at all. And you missed him thoroughly.

"I actually had plans with Zay– I mean dr. Zayne,” you glance at Zayne, hoping he’ll get the message, but the expression on his face is dark and unreadable.

"No we don’t. You should go,” Zayne’s tone is cold and his eyes refuse to meet yours. Despite yourself, your heart clenches in disappointment. You know Zayne could be obtuse but he was also extremely intelligent and perceptive. He undoubtedly knew you wanted to spend your night with him. But it was becoming more and more apparent he did not want to spend his with you.

"But i–”

"I have plans anyways.” Your eyes can’t help but sting as he avoids looking at you. So you try to steel yourself; you were a big girl and a little bit of unrequited affection would not destroy you. Keeping your voice steady and blinking back unshed tears of frustration, you look up at Matthew, his eyes lighting up at you expectantly, and you try to give him your best smile.

"I...I would love to go to dinner with you!”

You don’t notice the deep scowl on Zayne’s face as a dark icy storm brews in his green eyes.

–

You stumbled out of the taxi, your way-too-high heels catching on the foot step almost causing you to trip headfirst into the pavement. You sigh as you catch yourself on the cab door and glance at your hunter watch and see that it’s already 1am.

"Get home safe miss, and no more drinks, you hear me?” Your cab driver reprimands you teasingly.

"Yes sir,” you mock salute him as you wobble onto your feet, thoroughly drunk, "Thank you so much! Please drive safe. Good night sir!”

"Good night miss!”

You turn towards your apartment building, sighing in exhausted defeat. What an absolute disaster of a night.

The date was unexpectedly wonderful. Matthew was handsome, kind, funny, and a complete gentleman. He brought you to a very fancy and expensive restaurant downtown, so you wore one of your most elegant dresses, not that you had many. It was a simple satin black mid-length evening dress, with a slit that exposed just up to your mid thigh and an open back that accentuates your figure. You’d normally never wear something so sensual on a first date, but you couldn’t deny that the way Zayne had reacted, or not reacted, stung your heart. So maybe you did go a little extra tonight because you were hurt. So what?

After dinner, Matthew and you took a leisurely stroll at linkon park, with enough time to catch the sunset. As you watched the sun melt into the sea of golden yellows and dusky pinks, Matthew kissed you. It was passionate, slow, and soft. The perfect kiss.

Except when you moaned out Zayne’s name.

And so the night ended as quickly as it began. Matthew was as understanding as he possibly could have been, but you could tell it killed anything that could have happened between the two of you. Matthew was a surgical intern, so with what little free time he had, he said he couldn’t chance it on a girl who was clearly already in love with someone else, especially if that someone was his boss and mentor. He’d offered to give you a ride back home but you refused, saying you’d grab a cab instead.

So you found yourself at a bar, downing shots of soju to numb the mortification of your blunder but also the feeling of utter patheticness. Hours went by as you wallowed in your emotions. You’d had feelings for Zayne for as long as you could even remember. And still, you couldn’t tell him or move on from him.

But maybe you would have the guts to tell him if it didn’t feel like he literally could not give two cents about you, beyond as a patient and as his annoying childhood friend. It was literally like pulling teeth to get him to spend any time at all with you lately.

So here you were, stumbling into your apartment building at 1:37 am: drunk, exhausted, and empty. The night breeze raised goosebumps on your exposed thighs as your heels clicked on the pavement in the dark.

You headed toward your apartment, through the main entrance and up the lobby elevator, the alcohol still making your brain swim. Luckily you no longer saw double, and your eyelids no longer felt like a ton of bricks.

The elevator door dinged open and you trudged toward your unit, your toes screaming in protest in the confine of your heels. You forced your vision to cooperate with you as you tried to punch in your door code. The error buzz sounded out, again and again, and you groaned in frustration.

In the blurry edges of your vision, a large and slightly scarred hand reached over yours. Yelping, you whip yourself around and reach to grab the gun you always had strapped to your thigh. But from the icy cold touch against your fingers and the scars littering the pink skin, you realize exactly who it was.

"Zayne?” You did your best not to slur, trapped between him and your front door. You don’t miss how he swears under his breath as his eyes trail down your body, lingering at all your exposed skin, before snapping back up to your face. You can’t even imagine how wrecked you must look right now, mentally kicking yourself for not touching up after the bar. Your gloss was undoubtedly smeared from the kiss and the copious alcohol, your hair a bird’s nest from the night breeze, and your mascara smeared from the stray tears of your drunken emotions.

You didn’t do a very good job at steeling your voice because Zayne saw right through you, his eyes narrowing as they absolutely drank you in, "You’re drunk?” His voice holds a dangerous edge, as if mad that you’d have the audacity to be drunk. He deftly types your access code in, and gently ushers you into your apartment. You stumble in your heels against his body, and Zayne wraps his arm around your waist to catch you before you fall. You flush at the way his hands palm the exposed skin of your lower back.

"M’not drunk,” you protest, swatting his hand away, not wanting your body to give any of your feelings towards him away, but Zayne only grips you tighter, fingers flitting between the soft satin material of your dress and the goosebump ridden skin of your back. His arm on your waist feels so right, threatening to make you melt right into his embrace. But you fight the urge, trying to hold onto your annoyance.

You can’t see his eyes but you know they’re rolling in their sockets at your obvious drunkeness. He gently guides you through the threshold of your home and then kneels down before you. The sight of him on the floor in front of your feet makes you reel, hoping the furious blush is masked by the flush of alcohol in your blood.

"W-what are you doing?” You try to step back, but your knees wobble and Zayne grips your thigh in place. You shiver at his cold touch on your sensitive skin, a little too high for you to keep any semblance of calm.

"Do you want to stay in these deathtraps?” He murmurs as he starts to slip the strappy heels off of your aching feet. His fingers around your ankle tingle as he softly massages the red skin of where the straps dug in.

"Zayne? Why are you here? Did something happen?” Your voice wavers still, but Zayne’s cold touch is starting to sober you up and clear your vision as your mind tries its best to focus on him. Zayne doesn’t respond as he lifts your other foot and slips the other heel off. His fingers linger on your bare legs before he slips your house slippers on your feet, standing back up to tower over you.

"It’s almost 2 in the morning, and you’re just now coming home,” his voice is hard and stern, it’s clear he has things he wants to say but you’re in no mood for a lecture on sexual safety, stds, and stranger danger.

"I was busy,” you snap, your emotions running extra high from everything that had happened today, especially Zayne’s nonchalance. But he’s incredibly patient with you, as he always is, taking you by the waist nagain and leading you to your living room couch. You’re too tired to resist, and you desperately need to get off your aching feet.

"How was your date?” Zayne sits you on your couch and then heads to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water. His question reminds you of how royally you screwed up today and your mood sours even more.

"Fine,” you mutter, trying to keep from snapping at him again. Zayne sits beside you and brings the glass of water to your lips, tilting it for you with his fingers on your jaw. You take deep gulps, the cold water soothing your entire sore body. Sinking further into the couch, your mind wanders back to your disastrous screw up. You’d called Matthew Zayne. It literally couldn’t get more mortifying than that.

Zayne stares at you and you know he doesn’t believe you, so you murmur again, "It was fine.” But as his intense eyes bore holes into you, your voice cracks under all the feelings you’d stuffed deep down today.

He was here now and it confused you to no end. You’d wanted nothing more than to spend your day with him, but he’d pushed you away. Were you really that blind that you’d developed feelings for a man who did not feel even slightly the same way?

Your eyes well up with tears at the thought and you try to subtly brush them away by pretending to scratch your cheek, but as always Zayne sees right through you.

"Did he do something to you? Did he get you drunk?” Zayne’s voice is calm but hard and threatening.enough to scare you if it weren't for the way he softly gripped your chin, forcing your eyes back to his, using his free thumb to catch the tears before they can slip down your cheek

But through it all, you register the implication of his words. "Wh-what? No!” You exclaim, "Matthew was a complete gentleman.”

His eyes track yours, unwilling to let go of your gaze, "Then why are you crying?”

You blink back your tears before more can fall onto his thumb. Your voice wavers as you stare into the hazel green ocean of his eyes, and you answer his question with a question of your own, "Why are you here Zayne?”

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Your chest constricts with unrelenting emotions, but your drunken haze makes you even more steadfast in your stubborn resolve.

"Well I'm home, safe,” you avert your eyes, knowing if Zayne keeps staring at you with that intensity you’ll start to unravel and confess everything.

"Why did you take a cab home?”

Your eyes snap to his, "How did you know I took a cab?” And this time Zayne’s eyes refuse to meet yours, "Zayne? How long have you been waiting for me?”

Zayne doesn’t respond, instead brushing the tangles out of your hair. You try to get his attention by tugging at his tie, the alcohol making you feel much bolder than you normally ever would.

You can see his adam's apple bob as he lets himself be drawn in, only slightly, towards you. At your pout, he sighs in defeat, prying your hands away so he can loosen the tightened hold around his neck, "I’ve been waiting for you…forever.”

Before you can respond, he clears his throat and continues, "I got here at 9 and waited in my car when I knocked and you didn't answer.”

At your bewildered expression, he sighs and elaborates, "I just wanted to see you get back home safely. But when I saw you get out of that cab I needed to come check on you.”

Your brows furrowed as your sobering self tried to do the math in your head. Zayne can practically see the steam coming out of your ears and smiles lopsidedly, chuckling under his breath at how adorable you were being.

"You waited for 7 hours?!” You exclaimed, eyes wide.

His grin deepens and you can see his eyes sparkling with laughter , "You are drunk. Why are you drunk?”

You purse your lips shut, unwilling to speak. With all the overwhelming emotions swarming your mind, you knew if you started talking now you would surely never stop.

At your silence, Zayne prods gently, "Talk to me, Y/N.” His voice is deep and commanding in a way that almost always gets you to listen to him.

You zip your lips shut and turn away, doing your damn best to not give in. But Zayne’s touch, still on your cheeks, forces you back towards his eyes.

"Be a good girl,” he demands softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

Blowing out your cheeks like a child, you’re unwilling to give up the attitude, "I’m drunk because I was drinking.”

"Did Matthew take advantage of you?” Zayne’s jaw is locked and the intensity in his eyes is blinding, damn near dangerous.

"No! Zayne, no. I went to a bar to drink alone, after our date,” you try to hide the embarrassment from seeping into your voice.

"Why? Did he do something to you?” His voice is still threatening, and you sigh at the unrelenting questions. You knew Zayne well enough to know he wasn’t going to let up, so it would just be easier on you if you told him everything that happened.

"Matthew was amazing,” you don’t notice the way Zayne’s eyes darken at your praises for the intern, "The date was fantastic. And after, we saw the sunset.” His expression is still unreadable and you start to fidget under his intense gaze, not knowing in the slightest what he was thinking.

"And then he kissed me. We kissed. And that was it. I went to the bar and he went home. End of story.”

Zayne’s fists ball so tightly his knuckles turn white, but he keeps his gaze steady. He doesn’t speak, and you’re scared of the tense silence that falls between you two.

"He couldn’t at least accompany you? Make sure you were safe?” You can tell Zayne is angry by the way his feet taps uncharacteristically erratically against the floor, "Driven you home?”

His questions make it impossible for you to forget about your horrifying mistake today and you just feel so incredibly bad for Matthew. The regret and embarrassment gnaw at your mind like parasites. And so against your better, albeit slightly still drunken, judgment, you finally blow.

"He left because I was thinking of you, okay? Matthew was a gentleman, he was funny, kind, and charming. And yet I was thinking of you the whole time. And so he left and I went to a bar and got drunk all on my own, okay?”

"You were thinking of me?” Zayne’s voice is an annoying mix of bewilderment, intrigue, and what sounds like mockery, which just infuriates you.

"I am always thinking of you Zayne! I thought about you at dinner, I thought about you when we watched the sunset, and I thought about you when he kissed me,” you burst, your drunken lack of inhibitions leaving nothing unsaid.

Zayne’s face is unreadable again, but there’s a heat in his eyes that makes you tremble in your seat, "You were thinking of me when he kissed you?”

Unable to bear his unrelenting repetitive questions anymore, you explode, "Yes Zayne! And when he kissed me I called out for you!” The confession tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think twice about it. It takes you a second to realize what you’d just blurted out and you bury your face in your hands, wanting nothing more than to scream at the top of your lungs. Unfortunately it was 2am and you had neighbors that most definitely would not appreciate that.

You feel his strong hands grab your wrists gently, prying your hands away from your face, wanting to see you, "You called for me?” His tone is as amused as it is intrigued and it frustrates you to no end, the shame weighing heavily on your mind.

"Don’t tease me right now Zayne,“ you warn weakly, "I am always thinking about you. But you…” your voice trails off to a shallow whisper, "You don’t seem to think about me.”

Zayne is silent but his eyes are as intense as you’ve ever seen them, staring into your soul. The silence is thick in the air as you refuse to be the one to break it.

Finally, he speaks, voice clouded with indiscernible emotions, "Is that what you really think? That I don’t think about you?”

"Do you really think I waited for 5 hours, in my car, for you to come back because I don’t think about you?” Your breath catches in your throat at the pure and raw growl in his voice.

Before you can respond, he continues, "I think about you every second of every day. I thought about you all day, thought about you on your date with Matthew.”

Zayne shifts so that he can cup your face with both his hands, drawing his face closer but not close enough, "I thought about him getting to hear your voice, getting to touch you…to kiss you. It drove me insane.”

Your feelings churn in your stomach and into your chest, making it hard to breathe. The way Zayne is looking at you, his hands holding your face so possessively, threatens to stop your heart altogether. You’re drawn to him all over again, only this time it feels like he might be drawn to you too.

"W-why?”

Zayne doesn’t speak, and you watch as his eyes flutter to your parted lips as you pant out your breaths, eyes fighting to stay open amidst all the tension enveloping the two of you.

"Why did you push me to go with him then?”

His eyes force themselves onto yours, as if unwilling to leave your lips, "I made a mistake.”

His revelations quickly sober you up, and you’re left feeling vulnerable but bold. You softly grab a fist full of his tie, pulling him closer. You can faintly hear him groan under his breath, but he lets himself be guided towards you. Your lips are so close to each other that you’re inhaling each other in, and you beg gently, "Kiss me, Zayne.”

Zayne wastes no time at all, threading his fingers from your cheek into your hair, pulling your face the remainder of the distance to his own.

Your first kiss with Zayne is nothing like you’d daydreamed it would be. You’d imagined the patient and reserved surgeon to be soft, gentle, taking his time with you. You’d expected it to be passionate but reserved, like the handsome raven haired man himself.

And while the passion was undeniably there, what you didn’t expect was the bruising claiming heat that came with it. Zayne’s soft lips marked you as his own, a lifetime’s worth of emotions evident in the way he molded himself against you. With every twitch of his lips, Zayne laid claim to what was his. He kissed you like you might disappear at any moment, as if this was all a dream.

And when his tongue swiped across the parting of your lips, asking for permission to enter, you gladly relented control and authority. After all, you were his. You think you had been for some time.

You hadn’t expected your first kiss with Zayne to be like this, and yet it was everything you wanted and more.

When you shift yourself to climb on top of him and straddle him on your couch, Zayne reluctantly pulls away, hands still gripping the back of your head, "Y/n, we should stop.” But he can’t stop his hands from leaving your soft hair and resting on your hips, almost like a reflex. His words say one thing but his hands just can't seem to pry themselves off of you.

You’re taken aback by his words, unable to stop the insecurity and hurt that paints your face. Zayne notices instantly, one of his hands leaving your hips to stroke your cheek, hooking some of your hair behind your ear. You lean into his hand, the whiplash starting to exhaust you as much as it kept you on your toes.

"I want to,” he whispers hoarsely as you squirm on top of him, answering your unsaid thoughts, "I can’t even convey how much I've fucking wanted to. But you’re drunk. And the first time I finally take you...I want you to feel every second of it.”

Your eyes flutter at his words, stomach clenching in anticipation. Having fully sobered up a while ago, before he even kissed you, you can’t help but beg a little, "I’m not drunk anymore. And even if I was… I want you. I’ve wanted you…forever.”

Zayne swears, his eyes going full doctor mode, and you can tell he’s inspecting every inch of you to try and discern if you’re truly sober or not. You fidget nervously under his intense stare, to which his hands grip your waist painfully tight to keep you in place.

"Stop,” he grits out forcefully, as if in pain. You do your best to still in his lap, and that’s when you feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection underneath your parted dress that had ridden up to bunch at your hips, right against the pantyhose against your cunt.

"Are you sure this is what you want?” He groans as your body presses deeper into his lap, "Because once…we start I won’t be able to stop.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, the heated warning doing nothing but arousing you to your core. Through your hooded eyes, you nod eagerly at him, "M’sure Zayne. Won’t want to stop.”

He smirks at you, a heart stopping smile that melts your brain and cunt simultaneously into a leaking mess, "You asked for it love.”

Before you can even have the chance to physically combust at the affectionate pet name, Zayne whisks you into the air, scooping you under your exposed knees effortlessly. You yelp, clutching onto his neck as he carries you like a bride into your bedroom, navigating your apartment like he owned it. He bent down to capture your lips with his again, like he couldn’t physically wait to get you to your bed before claiming you again.

You feel the cold press of your sheets against your spine as Zayne sets you down gently, and settles in between your thighs on top of you. His eyes absolutely devour you whole, raking up and down your exposed satin clad skin, "You look beautiful. I’ve been wanting to tell you all night.” His praise is throaty with desire and it makes you squeeze your thighs together against his body in anticipation. Your face heats at his words, and you run your palms up and down his abdomen, the material of his dress shirt feeling like silk against your burning skin.

Zayne grins and chuckles, mostly to himself, but the sound catches your attention and you find yourself pouting in self-consciousness, "What’s funny?”

Zayne’s long fingers trace the outlines of your body under the satin dress, eliciting soft moans from you that please him to his core, "You just look so beautiful.” His fingers reach the bottom of your dress and begin to stroke the fabric of your pantyhose, inching up under your dress, so torturously slowly, "You wore this for him, yet I'm the one that’s going to tear it off you.”

Your body trembles at his words, the pool between your legs growing wetter. You can feel yourself growing impatient, only wanting his body to press onto yours, to suffocate your.

"Zayne please, don’t make me wait any more,” you murmur as you sit up on your elbows, pressing your forehead against his. You heartbeat is quick and your rapid breaths fan across his face.

His eyes darken at your pleas, the hazel hues appearing almost a light brown, "Fucking hell Y/N, you’re going to drive me insane.” He sits up on his knees, loosening his tie before undoing it completely and discarding it on the floor next to your bed. You bite your lip as you watch him undo the top three buttons of his shirt, his toned chest on display under it.

Leaning back down, he presses a bruising kiss against your swollen lips. His hands wander to the thin straps of your dress, gently tugging until they slip off your shoulders, letting him tug your dress down until your breasts are exposed. His tongue against yours is unrelenting, marking every inch of your mouth as his.

Detaching himself from you, he buries his face into your neck, his cold lips incredibly soothing against your lust burned skin. You cry out when you feel his teeth softly sink into the skin of your pulsepoint, as he suckles on you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

"Zayne,” you gasp out, his tongue and teeth working in tandem to have your mind filled with nothing but his mouth on you, "Please.”

He trails down your neck and collar, inhaling you into his lungs at every opportunity. You feel his smile against your skin as he reaches your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the lust. He voice is muffled against you, "Please what, my love?”

"I…” you’re too mortified to say the things you want him to do, so the silence overtakes you. Unhappy with your hesitation, Zayne bites into the supple flesh above your pert nipple, eliciting a string of moans and squeals from you. He’s instantly using his tongue to soothe the pain away, quickly replacing it with waves of raw pleasure.

Zayne lifts his head, staring at you expectantly, "I can’t continue if you don’t tell me what you want.”

His unrelenting teasing drives you to the edge of madness, your arousal evident by the way it leaks through your panties and your pantyhose. But you’re stubborn, still refusing to speak.

"Good girls listen to their doctors don’t they?” He places fleeting kisses onto your goosebump riddled areolas, careful to purposefully neglect your increasingly sensitive nipples.

"Should doctors really be this intimate with their patients?” You retort like a brat, wanting to dish back all of his incessant teasing.

He smiles at you, thoroughly amused at your insolence, "I suppose not, but am I really just your doctor?” With that he captures your waiting nipples into his mouth. You cry out at the incredible feeling of his cold lips on your breasts but his warm tongue on your nipple, your lower body thrusting up uncontrollably into his crotch.

He groans into your chest as you brush against his throbbing erection, restricted by the confines of his pants. Against the heat of your womanhood, Zayne hardens impossibly further, feeling like he might actually explode against the constraint. The sounds of your pleasure and your cries for him make it difficult for him to concentrate.

Switching to your other nipple, Zayne uses one hand to undo his belt, letting it fall to the ground with his tie. He undoes the button and zipper his pants, yanking them down with such feral urgency. When his cock was finally free, he broke away from your chest, hissing in relief. You look down and you’re met with the realization of why he was in so much pain.

Zayne was large. In a way that terrified you to your very core. You could imagine that the restraint of his briefs alone would be uncomfortable, painful even, when holding something like that back.

Zayne catches your stare and he grips your chin between his fingers, guiding you to his eyes instead, "It’ll fit baby, don’t worry.”

You fight to keep your lip from quivering, trying not to get lost in his green eyes, "Will it?”

"I'll make it fit, but first let me prepare you love,” he says Matter-of-factly, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. The certainty in his voice turns you unbelievably on and you find yourself needing to please him. Your hand seeks out his erection, grasping it firmly into your fingers.

He groans at the slightest touch, knees buckling into the bed beneath you. You start with languid and deliberate strokes, feeling every vein pulse under your fingers. Your thumb finds his large engorged head, already leaking with pre cum, feeling every smooth surface of his cock under your touch. While Zayne writhes on top of you, you revel in his glorious manhood, everything about it utterly perfect and terrifying.

As you touch him, Zayne leans into the crook of your shoulder, laying claim to your sensitive neck. He marks every inch of bare skin he can find, leaving a trail of red and wet bruises in his wake.

Your entire palm is wet with his leaking arousal, as he moans so closely into your ear. Gently, he pries your palm away from him, sitting back up onto his knees, smirking satisfyingly down at the marks he’d left, "God, I've waited so long to have you.”

You reach down to shimmy out of your pantyhose and black evening dress, leaving you in your black lace thong, naked, willing, and pliant before him. You see him gulp harshly, his eyes hazy with need, and you sit up to level with him, "So take me Zayne.”

A low growl rips from his throat, as he pushes you back onto the bed, setting your head against your wooden headboard. Zayne tortures you, kissing down your collar, your chest, your naval, and finally down the soft mound of your pelvis.

Zayne seems almost feral as he looks at your lace covered cunt and back up at you, "Did you really wear this for him?”

"N-no,” you whine, "I wouldn't have ever l-let him. He wasn't you.”

Zayne seems somewhat placated by your response, hooking his cold fingers into the waistband, his voice a low grumble, "That’s my good girl. No one will ever see you in or out of these, but me. Right?”

Your brain fogs over as he slips your soaked panties down your legs, his breath hitching seeing the string of clear slick clinging to your cunt.

"Fuck.” He’s lost in his stares, in absolute awe of the meal before him, carving every single perfect centimeter into his memory. You squirm under his intense stare.

"Zayne please don’t make me wait anymore,” you wine, crying out as he bends down and his lips graze the apex of your slit.

His voice is incredibly smug, "You are so beautiful when you beg for me.” You sigh in frustration as his lips and fingers continue to just barely graze your needy body.

"Zayne, please,” your body thrusts into his, but he holds you back down, almost impatiently.

"Behave yourself, Y/N. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice is full of command, making you back down instantly, shivering at the suspense of his words.

"I didn't wait this long to have you just to rush all the things I want to do to you,” he all but purrs, as his lips find your soaking slit.

The room is filled with your lewd cries as Zayne’s tongue licks a stripe from your clit to your throbbing hole. As your doctor, Zayne knew the ins and outs of your body but you never expected him to know you like this. Like his tongue was designed for nothing else but to deliver you the most unimaginable pleasure in this world.

Zayne groans when his tongue enters you for the first time, the quivers resonating straight to your core. His nose brushes against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, the vibrations of his own lust filled grunts bringing you closer to releasing all over his skilled mouth.

Your thighs clench against his face, and you almost worry you might suffocate him. You try to pry them away from him, but he only grips them with his strong hands, bringing them closer to his face, wanting nothing more than to be yours, wholly and irrevocably.

"You taste better than I ever imagined,” he moans out, staring into your eyes from between your legs. You blush at the filth of his words and the glistening slick smeared across his lips and chin.

"Did you – ahh hah – think about me often?” You tease between the sounds that spill out of your mouth uncontrollably.

He doesn’t answer, instead capturing your entire clit into his lips, sucking in earnest. You feel his smirk as you squeal out, hands digging into the fabric of your sheets and tugging hard. His hands knead your ass as he continues to eat, positively starved.

"Z-Zayne I-I can’t take much more,” you slur, your toes curling against his sides as he goes back to spearing his tongue in and out of you, using the tip of his nose to massage your clit, inhaling the smell of your arousal into his lungs.

"Yeah? Is my girl gonna make a mess for me?” He breathes into you, his hands reaching up to toy with your nipples. You cry in response, feeling the coil in your gut tightening beyond belief, the pleasure threatening to make you explode.

"Cum into my mouth love, let me taste you,” he whispers breathlessly into your cunt, slipping his middle finger inside of you, the wet sounds of his skin pounding into yours filling the room. You come done instantly, screaming as your back arches off the bed and you release all over Zayne’s waiting mouth, hands ripping at his soft hair.

"That’s it baby, look at you cumming from just one finger,” he muses, working you through your orgasm with just his middle finger. You let out a stream of broken moans, unable to form any words.

"Fuck you’re this tight around just one of my fingers?” He murmurs before dipping back down to devour everything you give him.

He laps up your spend eagerly and diligently, not letting a single drop go to waste. Refusing to relent against your twitching clit, Zayne devours you until the overstimulation lights your pussy on fire. He’s always had a sweet tooth and it looks like he’s found his absolute favorite dessert, unwilling to give it up any time soon.

"Such a messy girl,” he mumbles to himself, the clear strings of arousal sticking from your wet thighs to his chin.

Your thighs tremble at the discomfort of overstimulation, doing your best to back away from him, "Mmm Zayne, s’too sensitive. No more, please.”

He relents reluctantly, looking utterly displeased with having his treat taken away. As he sits up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans forward into you, tapping your lips with his thumb.

"Open,” he commands forcefully, bringing his soaked middle finger up to you. You part your lips obediently, welcoming the taste of you on his skin. His eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a deep heated moan at the feel of your tongue on him, tasting everything he got to taste. His cock literally felt like a ton of bricks needing to be pleased.

Releasing his finger, you reach for his length again, "I-I want to make you feel good too.”

Zayne presses his cold lips to yours, simultaneously undoing the buttons of his shirt. He pulls aways to shrug the clothing off his broad shoulders, giving you an eyeful of his glorious physique. He shivers, letting you jerk his erection up and down, but pushing you down when you try to get on your knees before him.

"Next time. We have all the time in the world,” he whispers, pushing you against the headboard, holding your cheek in his large hand, "But right now I need to be inside you.”

The smoldering fire in his eyes makes your mouth dry, and you nod meekly. The promise of a ‘next time’ is enough to have you ready for him again. Your cunt still quivered, recovering from your previous orgasm, but pooling at the hoarse need in his tone.

As your head lays on a pillow against the headboard of your bed, Zayne lifts you from the small of your back and shoves another pillow behind you, so that you’re elevated towards him, served on a silver platter.

"Spread your legs for me,” he growls, the urgency in his voice leaving little room to protest. And so you obey, widening your legs for him, watching as he admires the area between your thighs like it was

His hand reaches to cup you, clit caught against his palm and fingers toying with your hole, "Who does this belong to?”

But you can’t hear him through the searing pleasure of his touch against your over sensitive body, the blood pounding in your ears like drums. Looking at where his hand meets your body, you cry out at his ministrations against you, your thighs trembling in shivers.

With his free hand Zayne grabs your chin, slipping his thumb into your mouth, harshly forcing your eyes to his, "Don’t look away. Be a good girl and answer me.”

Although his words are driven with lust, they remind you of the emotional turmoil you’d been weathering because of your feelings for the man in front of you.

"M’yours Zayne, always been yours,” tears well in your eyes and you hope he can understand the weight behind your words, behind all the lust and arousal filled craze.

Zayne stares back at you, and his eyes hold an entire galaxy of emotions that match the colors of his irises: desire, devotion, awe…and love.

"And I am yours,” his words strike your heart and you lean up to slot your mouth against his. As he kisses you, he lines up his thick length with your cunt, teasing your clit with his engorged tip, his pre cum mixing with your spend that still leaked out from your prior climax. You cried into his open mouth at his teases, your back arching off the pillow and further into his cock. At your movement, his head catches onto your throbbing and waiting hole, eliciting a deep grunt from him.

He pulls away, groaning, "So impatient, you want it that bad?” You whimper, burying your face into his neck and latching onto his pulse point to save yourself from having to answer.

"P-please…” you whisper into his ear. He groans, fishing through the pocket of his pants as he pulls them off of his legs.

"Please what, love?” He smirks at you, pulling his wallet out, now just in his briefs pulled down to let his massive erection free.

You gulp, staring at the way he stands so proudly against his naval, reaching comfortably to his belly button. His girth rivals that of at least three of your fingers.

The rustling of plastic snaps you out of your shameless ogling. Zayne places a condom packet between his teeth, tearing it with one hand. You gulp at the sight of him, but you protest, "I–i um,” you clear your throat, trying to work up the courage to vocalize what you want, "You don’t have to use that.”

Zayne’s dark eyes catch yours, and the edge in his voice is dangerous, a warning, "Don’t tempt me. I need to protect you.”

Your face burns as you try again., "W-what I mean is, well as my doctor you know I'm clean.” You do your best to stop your voice from wavering, "And I-I um I'm on the pill.”

Zayne’s eyebrows quirk as his irises darken with heat, "How come I didn't know that?

"I’ve been using an online service for a few months,” you say sheepishly, "S-so you don’t have to use that.”

Zayne catches on, a satisfied smirk gracing his features, "Is that so?” He teases his entire length on your slit, practically fucking you along the lips of your womanhood. Using his swollen tip, he taps your clit forcefully, eliciting a throaty yelp from you.

"Tell me what you want.” You shiver at the pure feral domineer in his voice.

"P-please Zayne, I want it. I need it.”

"What do you need baby?”

You groan in frustration, but give into his demands, "I-I need you Zayne, need you inside. Need it so bad.” The way you can see his breath hitch in his throat fills you with confidence, so you lean closer until your bottom lip brushes against his, "Need to feel you inside, please Zayne.”

His jaw locks as he grits out forcefully, "I will give you everything.”

Zayne holds his cock with one hand, lining it up with your entrance. His other hand grips the wooden beams of your bed frame, "Can you take it Y/N?”

If you’re being completely honest, you’re not sure you can. Though you weren’t a virgin, you had never even seen a man so large, let alone attempted. But at Zayne’s expectant expression, you nod eagerly, "Y-yes I can, I-I can try.”

"Good girl,” he mutters, before sinking himself into you. The stretch is so much worse than you imagined it would be, practically splitting you in half. You squealed, clawing at his biceps as he did his best to enter you. Feeling so incredibly stuffed, you look down only to see he’s barely just gotten his tip inside.

The vein in Zayne’s forehead throbs as his jaw slackens, a string of swears leaving his lips, "Jesus you’re like a vice down there. I need you to loosen up love, or else I'll never be able to get inside.”

You pant against him, not knowing what to do but to watch the way he stares intently at your tummy. The heat and desire in his expression arouses you beyond belief, and you unconsciously squeeze your velvet walls in excitement.

Zayne’s knuckles turn white as he grips the headboard for support, the veins in his forearms bulging as he groans out, "Fuck baby please. Are you trying to squeeze it off?”

"Sorry, m’sorry. S’too big,” you wail, hands gripping his shoulders for support. The stretch is nothing like you’ve ever felt, and you don’t know if you can take much more than what’s already inside you. "Z-Zayne it’s too big I c-can’t,” you pant, doing your best to relax and loosen up your muscles.

"You can, you’re doing so good for me Y/N,” Zayne huffs out, pushing deeper into you, the slick from your forming arousal and his pre cum starting to make the stretch easier. The drag of his cock against your gummy walls starts to feel so torturously delicious, like your body was made to take him in.

Finally, he eases into you, eyes unable to look away from where your bodies connected.

"If you could see how – hah – beautiful you look like this, spread out for me,” he grunts, being as gentle as he can manage, when all he wanted was to ram into your warm and tight cunt, squeezing him so tightly.

"Been waiting for the day I could – shit – finally be inside you. Drove me fucking insane thinking about you and Matthew.”

His words are enough to have you leaking all over your joined bodies, the slick dampening his pelvis and your thighs. As he seats himself in you as deeply as he can, his tip brushing against your womb, he lets out a shaky breath of ecstasy.

"Is this what you – hah – thought about? When you were with another man?” His words are claiming, making butterflies explode in your gut and your cunt to flutter around him. You can only moan and drool as his body thuds into yours, over and over.

"Sweetest little princess cunt I've ever felt,” he swears, languidly withdrawing from you before pushing back in, knocking the breath out of you. With your head leaning against the back of your bed frame you can see every second of his glistening length burrowing in and out of you, like it absolutely owned you.

"Z-Zayne,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders, "Please.” You don’t know exactly what you’re begging for, but you can’t stop the words from coming.

"Hah, if you want something you have to – fuck – ask for it love,” he pants, doing his best not to get lost in the pure pleasure of finally getting to be inside you.

His words send you reeling, the ecstasy increasing with each deliberate and hard drag. You fight through the fucked out haze, vision blurred from your hooded lids, "Hah - harder please.”

At your request Zayne stutters for a brief second, your cunt squeezing so tight he could barely move, "Anything for you.”

With his hand clutching the frame, he uses his other hand to rub harsh circles onto your swollen clit. His pelvis smacks against your thighs and ass so hard that the bed posts knock into the wall repeatedly, the skin slapping sounds mixing with the sounds of the wood against the plaster.

At the added stimulation your eyes roll into your brain, your eyelids weighing down heavily. Zayne leans in until his chest presses against your breasts, your breaths heaving in tandem. His eyes follow yours, forcing you to hold eye contact with every deep thrust into your soul. Against your will, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure starts to overcome your fighting consciousness.

You can vaguely make out Zayne’s smirk, as his hand leaves the frame to cup your chin in his palm, "Don’t tell me you’re already worn out, love.” His fingers flick against your clit.

You yelp out, nails digging into his back with one hand while the other hand smacks his shoulder gently. You pout, "You’re so mean to me.”

He leans down to kiss your shoulder, his pace never faltering. He chuckles against your skin, "But you can take it, right? You always take me so well.” The double meaning of his words makes you clench in excitement, the praise making your chest tighten.

He groans as you clench down onto him, threatening to make him blow, "Hah so fucking tight. You like that huh baby? You like it when I praise you?” He thumbs your clit with more intensity, wanting to see you come absolutely undone for him.

You bite your lip to keep from screaming, nodding eagerly in response to his words. Zayne’s thrusts only grow in intensity, as if he’s trying to reach your esophagus from your cunt. You’re a mess of uncontrollable moans and mewls, unable to stop your eyes from rolling back and your tongue from hanging out as he fucked you into oblivion.

"Look at you,” he grins arrogantly, voice husky with desire and raw possessiveness, "Going on a date with my intern just to end up with my cock stuffed in you.”

You whine at his words, simultaneously not wanting to think about Matthew but also being so turned on by the dominating undertone of his words. His fingers abandon your clit, much to your disappointment, to trace the bulge his cock makes in your tummy. His other hand pulls your chin down so you can watch him.

"Look how deep I am, love,” he grunts. You watch in awe as the small bump in your stomach bulges and disappears with the rhythm of Zayne’s thrusts. With every withdrawal, Zayne’s impressive cock glistens with slick, the throbbing veins bulging enough to make you drool. Absolutely entranced, you fit your hand under his to stroke at his cock as it pushed through your tummy.

Zayne swears as you caress his cock through the bump in your tummy, throwing his head back to catch his breath. His hand goes back to paw at your clit, trying to stop himself from blowing his load into you right there.

As the climax builds in your gut, you throb around his impossibly hardened length spearing in and out of you, to which he twitches inside of you. The sounds of your combined whimpers and grunts, the lewd smacks of his damp slick dampened skin against yours, and the bed slamming against the wall overwhelm your brain until you can only think about Zayne, his cock inside you, and the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

"Zayne, I-I’m close,” you cry, hand abandoning your stomach to loop around his neck, digging your nails into his damp skin.

"Fuck – I know love, I can feel you trying to squeeze it out of me,” he grunts, body slamming into yours so hard that your body smacks against the headboard.

"I’m gonna – gonna cum,” you cry, nails digging into the taut muscles of his back.

"No,” he demands, and you do your best not to gape at him. He gasps through his next strokes, "Be a good girl and wait for me. I want to feel you finish all over me when I cum inside you.”

"O-okay,” you say, but you’re honestly unsure if you’ll be able to wait, the waves of pleasure crashing into you so roughly it threatens to overtake you right then and there.

"That’s my girl,” gripping your chin, Zayne leans in to kiss you again, his tongue claiming your warm and waiting mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut and your body tenses as you try to quell the raging tides of the impending climax, moaning endlessly into Zayne’s mouth.

You pull away to breathe, your lungs needing as much oxygen as possible to withstand the ecstasy. Zayne’s hand grips the wooden beams above your bed again, his knuckles turning white as he watches the pleasure contort your beautiful face.

"I-I can’t – ”

"You can, baby. I’m – hah – almost there, just hold on a little longer for me,” he grunts. The pleasure and pain of his edging threatens to knock you unconscious, but you nod and throw your head back as your eyes roll backwards again.

Through your fucked out haze you can vaguely see a strange icy sheen forming on the wooden beams of your bed’s headboard. You follow the path of luminous crystals and realize they’re forming from Zayne’s hand that grips against the frame so tightly his knuckles are pale and taut, as he comes closer to exploding inside you.

Unable to shake yourself out of the pleasure, you can’t find the words to warn Zayne. You continue to watch in awe as the beautiful iridescent flakes frost over the dull old wood. His palm is covered in a layer of snow white frost, the tiny snowflakes dancing around his skin as it grips the furniture so forcefully. You realize he’s losing control of his evol, because of you. And the idea of that threatens to push you head first into your second orgasm of the night.

It happened so fast. As Zayne bullies himself in and out of you, thrusting as if his life depended on it, the wooden beams of your headboard cracks in his hand, the wood turning brittle against his icy evol, and shattering under the force of his bruising grip.

Zayne shields your body with his own as frozen wooden splinters fly everywhere, his thrusts stuttering as the sound of cracking wood pierces the air. You can tell he’s scared, constantly worried about losing control of his evol around you like this. His hands clasp together, massaging his wrists and trying to calm the unpredictable storm of his evol. You can feel him about to pull away, to get away from you and keep you safe.

You hug him close to you as he tries to pull away not wanting him to stop, not caring the least bit about the splintering wood falling into your hair. The worry and disgust with himself is evident in his eyes, and it tears at your heart so you do your best to comfort him, "S’okay Zayne, it’s not a big deal, I promise.”

But his eyes are far away, thick with emotions that make your chest lurch. You hold his face in your hands trying to get him to look at you and not the splintered mess of furniture above you. You lock your knees around his waist. "Zayne baby,” you soothe gently, "Look at me. Look at me please.”

His frantic eyes meet yours under the guidance of your palms. You watch as the storm in his eyes calms down ever so slightly when they meet yours. You brush your thumb against his cheek, whispering, "Don’t stop, please. M’so close. I need you.”

But Zayne is hesitant, only filled with worry for you, his thrusts halting altogether but still thick and solid in you. His jaw clenches down, "Did I hurt you?”

"Not at all,” you reassure, hand stroking his anguish laced face, "I don’t care, please make me cum Zayne, want to cum for you s’bad.”

Zayne continues his thrusts slowly, trying to shake away his anger at himself, "Hah – I'm so sorry Y/N, I'll buy you a new one, okay?”

"Y-yes whatever you want, but please just fuck me,” you plead, not wanting your climax to slip through your fingers, "Please don’t stop.”

Your begging is enough to have Zayne going feral again, slowly regaining the vigor in his thrusts. His hand dusts the wooden fragments away from your hair. Your head sinks deep into the pillow, and falls back to peer at the gaping hole in your bed frame, slightly in awe of his sheer primal strength. It honestly turned you on unbelievably, edging you closer and closer.

"Zayne I c-can’t wait anymore, m’sorry m’cumming,” you wail, your nails digging through his back as the ecstasy explodes in your body, from the tips of your curled toes to your fucked out brain. Your walls flex against Zayne’s vigorous thrusts as he continues to chase his own high, briefly forgetting about the furniture he’d ruined in his brief slip of control.

Your eyes pull away from the snowflakes melting on the splintered headboard and fixate on Zayne’s eyes as your vision spots with fireworks, his cock pistoning in and out of you relentlessly.

He lifts your thighs up until they press against his chest, your muscles aching in protest. Your ankles rest on his shoulders as he drives himself into your guts at this angle. He leans down and your body screams at the stretch in your muscles but he hits you so deeply like this you can’t feel anything but pleasure. He hits your g spot at every thrust, your body barely recovering from the previous orgasm as he steers you straight into another.

"Sh-shit,” he groans, his eyes hooded as they bore into yours, "Squeezing me so fucking tight, are you trying to milk me? If you keep clenching down like that I'm gonna – fuck!” He swears at your nails digging into his broad back, dragging deep scratches into him as he fucks you roughly through the pleasure.

"P-please Zayne I want to feel you,” you cry, "Cum inside me, please.” As Zayne pounds into you with no semblance of mercy, stars blur your vision, your body doing your best to accommodate him and the endless waves of overwhelming ecstasy. Your wet release splashes against your skin with every thrust of his hard muscular body.

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum so deep inside you baby,” he groans with his eyes intently staring into yours, "This pussy is all mine.”

"You’re mine,” his voice is intense, a primal growl of urge and possessiveness, claiming you as his with both words and with his body. He bends back down, pressing a wet open mouthed kiss into you, tongue intertwining with yours needily. Both his hands threads through your hair, tugging gently as he rocks into you. He groans into your mouth, body shuddering as he finally releases into you.

Zayne rips away from your lips to rock onto his knees before you and carry you onto his lap, wanting to be able to hold you as close as possible as he emptied rope after rope inside of you. The angle allowed him to literally fuck his spend up into you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands around his neck, unable to even squeal at the sudden movement, only able to drool out against the crook of his neck.

His spend is so deliciously hot inside of you, as your pussy quivers at the warmth, squeezing him even more. He forces his tongue into you again, wanting to be attached to you in every way as he pumps every thick rope into your waiting womb. As he tugs on your bottom lip, body still pressed on top of your legs, cock hitting your sweetest spots, you release all over him again.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your cunt pulsates uncontrollably, pulling more and more of his essence into you. Zayne’s thick muscles shake under you, the waves of his orgasm rocking his entire body into yours.

You pant as his bounces slow, his unending stamina finally coming to a halt as his sweaty chest heaves against your trembling breasts. He presses gentle kisses to the deep hickeys he’d marked onto your skin, using his broad hands to caress your bruise splotched throat.

The sound of satisfied pants and soft moans blankets the two of you as you snuggle into him, never wanting this moment of post sex bliss to end. Your collective spend begins to leak down onto Zayne’s lap, your poor cunt physically unable to hold the copious amount of spend inside of you.

As his member softens it begins to slip out of you uncomfortably, so you squeeze in an effort to keep him in you as long as physically possible.

Zayne swears, his eyes heated and his gentle grip on your throat tightening just slightly, as he warns you darkly, "Behave. Unless you want me to take you again.”

And though the idea of him bringing you to orgasm again, and many times after, sounds like heaven on earth, you don’t think your poor cunt can possibly handle any more pleasure for tonight. He chuckles when you ease up, stroking the curvature of your naked spine with his icy fingers.

"I’m sorry about your bed, my love,” he murmurs into the shell of your ear, falling softly backwards onto the bed and guiding you down with him until you rested on top of his hard muscular body, his softening erection still nuzzled deep inside you. He’s careful to lay the two of your joined bodies away from the destroyed headboard, holding your head protectively against his chest. "I will buy you a replacement tomorrow.”

His free hand roams every inch of your body, from twirling the strands of your hair to gripping the supple flesh of your rear.

"S’okay Zayne, it’s not necessary,” you murmur sleepily, tracing the contours of his taut muscles, "I don’t need a new frame.” Honestly the idea of Zayne breaking your bed in pure primal lust was enough to have the heat collecting back in between your thighs.

"I would rather you take me on a date,” you smile into his skin, "Since you ruined the one I had today.”

Zayne chuckles, the sound so warm and beautiful to your ears you think you might melt right into his solid frame, "I suppose I did. Will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You lean up so that your chin rests on his chest and you can peer at him through your lashes, giving him your best begging face, "Only if you beg.”

He looks up at you, the amused lopsided smile on his face just begging to be wiped off, "Please? Let me take you to dinner.” He lifts your chin off his chest with his index finger, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He smirks when you shiver at his fleeting touch, watching you bend to his very will.

"And then after…” he trails off, fingers leaving your face to trace against the side of your exposed breasts, and up to your hard nipples. You bite your lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of moaning out.

As he incessantly fiddles with your skin, you finish his thought with a joke, "After you can come destroy my new bed frame too.”

Zayne’s eyes darken with mischief and amusement, "You shouldn't write checks your body can’t cash, my love.”

The filthy promise in his words coupled with his cold fingers pressed deliciously into your pebbled peaks rip the whimper you’d been holding back out of your lips, your cunt clenching in anticipation despite your crippling exhaustion.

But it seems Zayne knows your body as well as you do. "But for tonight, just sleep,” he mumbles into the top of your head, pressing his lips into your hair.

"Mmm stay here with me, please,” you murmur into his chest, letting the sleep take root in your pleasure numbed mind.

"I'll be here when you wake up,” he reassures, his voice falling deeper and rougher with exhaustion and hands shifting to cover your bodies with your comforter. His hands then wrap around your waist, holding your body against this, as if scared you’d disappear from his arms. "I won’t ever leave you.”

Your heart flutters as the unconsciousness claims you. "G’night Zayne,” you mumble, kissing his chest.

"Good night my love.”

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eden-axe · 22 days ago

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One Grey Hair

LADS Men x gn!MC

Summary: During your day to day life he finds a bit of grey in your hair. He realizes now that at least in this life you both get to grow old together.

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, but some parts indicate and afab MC apologies.

Xavier

Word Count: 616

Xavier is watering the plants first thing when he wakes up but he is thinking about you as you said you would be home later today. You went out last night for a girls night with Tara, Simone, and Yvonne and planned on staying over at Tara’s place.

As he is spacing out and mindlessly watering the plants he finally registers the smell of bacon and pancakes. He quickly puts down the watering can, almost tipping it over, as he runs over to the kitchen.

‘Did I start sleep cooking?’ He panics as he slides into the kitchen.

His wide eyes relax at the sight of you turning around with two plates of breakfast. You jump slightly, not expecting Xavier to be awake this early. You smile at him and give a small greeting as you walk over to the kitchen island to put the plates down.

As you walk by Xavier to the kitchen island, his pupils dilate as he gets a glimpse of your hair. A few strands of grey hair tucked behind your ear, to Xavier seeing these few grey hairs made you look even more beautiful.

He silently walks over to the kitchen island across from you and slowly picks at the food.

“You’re home early.” He quietly states, his eyes still locked onto your hair.

You look up from your own plate, “Oh, yeah. Yvonne offered me a ride home since she had to go to work later, and I wanted to get home soon since we had a date later. Remember? I wanted to get some actual rest since we barely got any sleep.”

You laugh lightly at the memories of last night. Xavier hums and asks how your night went. You go on about your night with the girls, a yawn in between each memory. Xavier listens, but watches the way the grey hair moves as you move your head along as you speak about the fun you had last night. He smiles at how excited you sounded about last night.

Soon you slowly stop talking as Xavier finishes eating, “Are you alright? Is something on my face?”

“What do you mean darling?” Xavier absent minded asks.

“Xavier!” you break his focus, “Seriously what are you staring at? You ate really slow today, and your mind is kinda elsewhere right now.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head.

“Your hair, it’s greying.” Xavier smiles when he finally lets it set in.

You feel your face get hot as you turn away, “Yeah, Simone pointed it out last night and I thought about dying it to match my hair”

“Don’t!” He exclaims sitting up from the stool. He looks at your shocked face and coughs before sitting back down, “Don’t, it looks nice, I like it.”

“You do?”

He nods and walks over to you and sits besides you and reaches out to examine the grey hair up close. You watch him examine your hair as you continue your previous thought, “Yeah, well Tara, uh, she had your same enthusiasm about being against me dying my hair.”

He lets go of your hair and grabs the plates, “You go get rest, like you planned to. I’ll clean up here alright.”

You yawn and nod. Xavier smiles and kisses your temple and sends you off to bed.

When he hears the bedroom door shut he pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his contacts and finds Tara’s number and sends her a quick text. A simple, ‘Thx u 4 being a good friend’

Xavier then goes to finish the dishes as he lists out the rest of the morning chores he has to do before you get up later for your date.

Rafayel

Word Count: 645

After days of begging you finally let Rafayel dress you up and sketch you. He picked out one of his white shirts, and you decided to forego the bottoms as the shirt reached down to your mid thigh. You walk over to the couch as Rafayel finishes setting up the area with pillows, blankets, water, and snacks. He turns around when he hears the bedroom door open, and he stops in his place when he gets a look at you.

“Wow,” he whispered, his breath stolen from his lungs, “Just, wow.”

Your face burns as you smile at him. You walk over to his statue-like state and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I’m guessing you like it?” You tease near his ear.

You hear him swallow as you kiss below his ear. He wraps his arms around your lower back as he says both of you side to side, “Cutie, you are divine. You have no idea how lucky I am.”

“I can guess,” You pull back and stare at him, “So shall we get started?”

Rafayel blushed and turned around to hide his flushed face, “Yes, um. Please sit, I'll grab my sketch book.”

You laugh as you take a seat on the couch. You sink into the lush pillows, and drape a cotton blanket over one of your legs. You bring your other leg up onto the couch, at the same time you bring one of your hands behind your head. You use your other hand to move your hair from your face before placing it back on your lap.

When you look up Rafayel is sitting on a stool staring at you. You smile back and nod at him to begin.

He immediately starts sketching. He takes his time looking over your features, and you can feel his gaze over your body as he slowly pencils in each shadow and highlights that painted over your form. Rafayel starts to make simple conversation about anything and everything with you: His aunt, memories and traditions of Lemuria, upcoming art shows Thomas has planned for him, and even your upcoming anniversary. You also make conversation about your own work, childhood, and previous anniversaries you both shared.

“Raf~” you cooed, “Don’t think I don’t know the difference between referencing and staring.” You covered your chest and laughed. You brought an orange slice to your lips as Rafayel quickly took his eyes off you and back to the paper.

“Well I just like to admire,” he takes another peak, “Can you really blame me?”

Soon your conversations start to slow as Rafayel starts to look at you for longer periods, his gaze unfocused as they reach your face. Soon enough he puts his pencil down as he gets up slowly, placing his sketchbook on the stool.

“Raf?” You start to feel uncomfortable as he stares down at you.

He lifts up your chin and tilts it to the side. Before you can even process what is happening you hear the click of a camera, and Rafayel’s phone in your face. He is taking multiple photos at different angles.

You grab his phone and pull him down onto the couch, “Love what has gotten into you?”

You look at his gallery and see the focus of the pictures, not of you, but silver strands of hair that are laid atop of your head. You reach up to touch where you guessed the grey hairs were, but Rafayel’s lips were resting along your temple.

When he pulled back he grabbed your left hand, and brought it to his mouth, “Please let me paint you. I need to capture your maturing beauty, you are aging like a fine wine cutie.” He kisses your wedding ring and looks at you with pleading eyes.

When you agree with a gentle sigh, he quickly runs over to grab his canvas and paints.

Zayne

Word Count: 1,181

You had convinced Zayne to go to the award ceremony the Akso Hospital was hosting, where he was going to be given another award for his performance and contribution to protocore syndrome.

“My love I don’t see the importance, I’ve been awarded things like this many times. What makes this time different?” Zayne asks as he looks at you through the mirror as he adjusts his tie.

You sigh and walk behind him, “It’s because you aren’t getting any younger, soon you won’t be able to attend these ceremonies with your old bones.”

He lets out a breath of amusement, “My love, I’m only 48, and my health is just fine. I will be able to attend more than enough award events for the coming years, much to my dismay.”

“Zayne,” you whine, and wrap your arms around Zayne’s arm, “I want to see people praise my lovely husband. I don’t normally have off the day of your ceremonies, and since you never want to go… Now is the perfect time to attend one.”

Zayne turns towards you and uses his free arm to pull you in closer, “If it will make my partner happy, then so be it.”

He pulls a jacket over your shoulders and leaned down to kiss you.

“Shall we go?”

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“It’s stuffy here.” Zayne squeezes your hand as you both make your way to a less populated area of the banquet hall.

“You say that whenever you have to attend a meeting at the hospital.”

Zayne just laughs as you both find a small standing table near the wall.

Soon while you two are talking over non alcoholic drinks, Greyson comes over and taps Zayne’s arm, “Hey one of the hospital's sponsors wants to speak with you. Mr. Richard Smith.”

Zayne puts his drink down on the table, “Alright give me a moment,” He pats your hand that lays on the table, “I won’t be long. I’ll be back before the award announcement starts.”

You nod and kiss his hand, “Don’t worry Mr Popular, I’ll have Greyson keep me company until you return.”

Zayne laughs as you drag Greyson over to your side and shoo him away. It takes a moment to find Mr Smith, but the first thing he notices about him is liquor filled boasts. He was a man much older in age, and robust around the face. It takes Mr Smith a moment to realize the man of the hour is standing by his side. It took for his date, a much younger looking woman; She looked akin to a model with her figure.

“Ah Doctor Li, what a pleasure to finally meet the shining star of Akso Hospital. I hope all is well with you and your patients.” His breath is heavy, and thick.

Zayne internally recoils at the smell mixed with his dates perfume, but puts on a pleasant smile; The kind of smile he would give to his more stubborn, yet younger, patients, “Ah, yes I make sure all my patients are taken good care of before taking any time off for things such as this. I hear you are one of the hospital's sponsors.”

“Ah I don’t wish to take much credit from the work you all do here,” an obvious lie, “But indeed, I pay quite a hefty fee for this place to keep its high quality equipment.”

“Well I must thank you for your generosity then, without it many patients would not have the care they need.” While half sarcastic, Zayne understood that his words were true, so he was truly grateful for his selfish need to be praised by the public.

Mr Smith laughs and keeps the conversation, or rather one sided monologue, going for quite a while. Zayne tried to excuse himself, but could not find an appropriate time to leave, and slowly his irritation had grown too much. He just wanted to return back to your side.

“I’m very sorry Mr Smith,” Zayne’s voice was short, causing Mr Smith to be silent, “I came with my spouse, and I do not wish to leave them alone any longer. You understand, right?”

The older man moves his hand further down his date’s waist, “I can understand that desire, especially with this lovely lady by my side tonight.”

“I can imagine, so if you’ll—”

“But may I ask one more question Doctor,” before Zayne could respond Mr Smith continued, “Your spouse, their getting quite older now, their age is starting to show Doctor Zayne, especially on their body. Are you sure they are someone you want on your arm for these types of events.”

Zayne can feel an icy chill run down his wrists. He clenches his hand, “Mr Smith, if I might speak plainly for a moment.”

“But of course, we are all for honesty tonight!” He raises his half drunken glass.

Zayne grabs a glass from a passing waiter, “Well, I’d rather we not be as honest as you sir. As my partner’s physique is no one else’s concern but mine. And for your information, I think their appearance makes them look mature and elegant, and it's given their body plenty of experience for me to enjoy.”

Mr Smith and his date stare at him wide eyed. Zayne takes that as his cue to take his leave. As he walks back to the table where he left you. It did not take long to find you, and with the old man's words still ringing in his ears, he can’t help but study your appearance more than before. When he gets a good look at you from a distance that's when he notices the way your hair has started growing grey. He started to move quicker, and soon you both made eye contact, but then the lights dimmed and a melodic voice carried across the room, “Thank you all for attending this night's charity gala, and award ceremony dedicated to our lovely doctors.”

The audience claps and gathers closer, making it so Zayne cannot squeeze through back to you.

“Now for the first award we want to dedicate to our most prized doctor. He has contributed to many successful surgeries over the years, and helped us get one step closer to helping cure those with protocore syndrome. Please welcome to the stage Doctor Zayne.”

Zayne walks up to the stage, giving quick apologies as he pushes through the crowd to the stage. He grabs the mic and bows, giving a quick thank you, “I would also like to give a final thank you to my wonderful spouse who has been with me through it all. I hope to have many more years with them til we are old, grey, and can no longer accept awards.”

Zayne then takes the award and bow once more, then he immediately walks over to your side, Greyson long gone, and gives you a quick kiss. He then links your hands together and slowly makes his way out of the venue with you. With his words to Mr Smith ringing in his head, and he plans on acting on them.

Sylus

Word Count: 503

You park your bike in the garage, and as the garage door closes behind you, you drag your feet into the house. Your uniform felt uncomfortable. All you wanted was to take a shower and take a long rest with Sylus.

“Hon, I’m back!” You called out, making your way through each of the large rooms.

“I’m in the kitchen sweetie~” Sylus's voice carried. You slowly made your way into the kitchen where Sylus is. He is making a small fruit board when you enter. You reach out to Sylus and hug him from behind, and you are able to feel his chest rumble as he laughs at your tired state.

“Are you tired kitten?” He rubs your arm gently as you bury your face in between his shoulder blades.

You hum, hugging him tighter.

“Go lay down on the couch. I’ll join you in a moment, alright.”

You hum, but take your time letting him go. When you manage to drag yourself to the connecting living room you notice the couches state. It was covered in soft pillows and blankets; Even your favorite plush was on the couch, wrapped in one of the blankets.

You grab the plush and sit on the far side of the couch waiting for Sylus. You think about your long weekend and hug the plush tighter.

“I believe I told you to lay down sweetie.” He muses, holding the plate of fruit. You pat the couch and Sylus huffs a smile placing the food down on the coffee table. He picks you up with ease and lays down, placing you on top of him.

He reaches for an orange slice, “How was your trip?”

“Long,” you bite the slice he placed near your lips, “but successful.”

“That’s my prized hunter.” He kisses your head.

You continue to talk about your mission and how you and your team got lost due to a wanderer taking out the train lines. While you talked Sylus took to turning on the TV and putting on the show you both had started weeks prior. Soon enough he felt your body relax as your words got quieter and quieter as your attention gradually shifted from the stress of your work, to the enjoyment of your show.

Sylus is also watching the show, as he keeps his hands occupied with playing with the ends of your hair. Soon he realizes your hair has coiled around his hand and he looks down at his hand. That’s when he sees thin silver lines wrap around his fingers.

He slowly untangles his hand from your hair, then motions to Mephisto to get a close look at you. When Mephie perches on the couch, Sylus starts to single you the section of hair that has turned grey. He wants to look at this later, but also wants to enjoy this silent moment with you a while longer. He was glad that in this life, you both can finally live a full life, and that is his greatest happiness.

Caleb

Word Count: 475

Caleb wakes up with a silent jolt as his arm wakes him up with a sting. He always makes sure to sleep with his arm off the bed for this reason. He glances over to you to make sure you are still sleeping; He sees you laying on his chest, wrapped in his other arm, sleeping peacefully.

He flexes his unfeeling hand, his eyes narrow at the steel glowing in the neon lights of Skyhaven pouring through the window. He turns his head to you and watches your chest rise and fall steadily. He smiles and brushes your hair with his other hand, feeling the warmth of your face on his fingertips.

Caleb starts to feel you move and stills his movement. As you stir for a moment, you just end up snuggling closer into his chest. Caleb stays frozen until he feels confident you aren't going to wake up. He then moves his hand away from your face towards your hair.

He stares at your face as a small smile rests on your resting face. He mimics your smile content in the life he has managed to build with you. Then he slows his hand movement down as he starts to study the grey in your hair. It was tangled around other strands, but it has grown in count since the last time he checked.

He reaches out with his robotic hand to examine it closer, but when the metallic silver is put against the natural grey of your hair he pauses. His hand hovers over your face; He knows that this is a new arm, an arm no longer connected to Ever, but still a symbol of his imperfection compared to you.

Caleb starts to pull his hand away when it is quickly pulled to your face. He looks at his hand and sees you holding his hand onto your face.

None of you say anything, but when you kiss his prosthetic hand, he knows that you are scolding him with love.

“It’s nothing pips, you don’t need to worry,” He brushes his thumb on the apple of your cheek.

You hum at the contact, “Are you sure? I know you have something on your mind.”

“It’s just,” he pauses, taking another glance at your hair, “You’re old.”

You sit up, “What! I’m only 42!”

Caleb’s eyes widen, then pulls you down onto his chest, “No, no, no. That’s not what I meant honey.”

“Then what did you mean jerk?” You roll your eyes.

“I just meant that I’m glad we are able to grow old together,” He brings your grey hair to his face, “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to see this day.”

He lets go of your hair and hugs you tighter. Soon you both drift back to sleep, deciding that today is a good day to sleep in.

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itzpookiepooh · 1 month ago

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Hiii I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could make the lads (Love and Deepspace) boy going to the reader or mc's house and when entering her room they find some clearly masculine piece of clothing (like boxers or something like that) and they start to think too much about it like she's bringing another man home or some other jealous thoughts only to discover in the end that it was from the reader or mc's herself

That’s Mine!

Rafayel nearly fell out when he came over and saw the boxers on the floor. Were you cheating on him? Was he not enough? Did he have to kill whoever it was? His mind was running rampant with thoughts of you with another man. He bursts into the bathroom where you were showering and opened the shower door.

“Whose are these!?” He shouts holding the boxers on one finger. You were lathered in soap confused and a bit scared from the abrupt actions.

“What?” You analyze the cloth and sigh, “those are mine! Panties aren’t always breathable you know?”

Rafayel sighs in relief as he leans on the shower door. He explains his thoughts to you making you shake your head at your dramatic boyfriend. He kisses your soapy cheek apologizing for his rude outburst.

Caleb was doing laundry when he saw them. The boxers sitting at the bottom of the washing machine. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never saw you in boxers. EVER. He wanted to ask you but he didn’t want to cause a scene. Is what he would’ve thought if he didn’t think someone else was leaving their dirty clothes in your room!

“Alright I know Zayne has more home training than leaving his clothes here unclean.” He announced swinging the underwear from the basket. The way he burst into the bathroom nearly gives you a heart attack.

You look side to side before your gaze falls on him. What is he talking about? You just stare at him as he pulls out boxers making you become flustered. Swinging your underwear around was the last thing you expected from Caleb.

“Caleb.” You stated firmly, “Those are mine.” He becomes flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, pipsqueak. I got jealous is all.” He explains as he rubs the back of his neck. You make a face at him before submerging into the bubbles in the bathroom again. You accept his apology making his features soften.

“Now that that’s over.” He says mostly to himself, he basically disappears out of his clothes. Your eyes go wide before you lift your hands up waving them.

“Caleb wait!” You interrupt, “Too late!” He cheerfully exclaimed as he hops in the tub. You groan as he clings to you.

“You’re sitting on my legs.” You inform him making him hop up and hurdle apologies at you.

Zayne knew you had a pretty chaotic wardrobe. There was no simple aesthetic to it. You got whatever you liked. Today however he was confused to find an oversized shirt in the laundry he was folding. It wasn’t his that he was certain of. He did remember you saying that you stayed with a friend until the rain died down the other day though. He folded it and put it to the side before going to find you in the gaming room.

“Is this a colleagues? I’ve never seen you wear it so I’m making sure to put it where it goes.” He asks you, showing you the shirt in question. You know that flicker in his eyes.

“It’s mine. I needed looser clothes because I was uncomfortable during my cycle last week.” You put it to him simply. He hums at your answer before folding it and walking into your shared bedroom to put it away.

Xavier got pouty when he saw the pajama pants. He knew you would NEVER but he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt from you borrowing others clothes. He was right here with a full wardrobe for you to choose from. He asked you about it which made you giggle at his jealousy.

“I like Spider-Man and they don’t really make it for me so I went to the men’s section and got the pants!” You explain to him with a bright smile. He sighed before hugging you.

“I have a whole wardrobe for you to pick clothes from.” He mumbles into your neck. You laugh at the way his breath tickles your neck.

“But none of them are Spider-Man are they?” You tease as he groans in embarrassment. You laugh at him and caress his hair. Your poor jealous baby.

Sylus stared at the cargo pants in confusion. They weren’t technically yours in his eyes since the size was in men’s. He immediately assumed they may be Luke or Kieran’s and got mixed in with your things. When he calls them into his office to tell them they were so confused.

“Those aren’t ours boss.” Luke says crossing his arms. Kieran nods mimicking his twin.

“Yeah. We don’t own a pair.” Kieran adds as Luke nods in confirmation. You just so happened to walk by and widen your eyes at what Sylus was holding. You rush in and grab them.

“They’re mine! Stop flaunting my clothes.” The twins snicker to one another making you glare in their direction.

“Men’s pants?” Sylus teases with his usual smirk. You huff and cross your arms.

“They fit better and went with my outfit.” You stick your tongue out at him, leaving the room. Not before plucking the twins for their excessive laughter. It was now Sylus’ turn to laugh.

#pookie n’ lads °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #caleb love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deep space #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love & deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lads #lnds #l&ds

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scottiexmariee · 8 months ago

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Sorry if this is a weird request, but I just need it so badly bc of the misty invasion card with Zayne. My request is how the LADs would act with an MC who is apart of the big tittie committee, if you know what I mean. And what their reaction would be to them wearing low necklines are crop tops and stuff. Thank you so much

Not weird at all. I gotchu <3

Big Titty Committee

Pairings: Xavier x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Sylus x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Suggestive AF. Reader has massive knockers. No explicit smut, but it is heavily implied. Starving Zayne, flustered Rafayel.

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist

☆ 100% using your honkers as a pillow

☆ Plops his lil head down on your tig ol bitties and hes out COLD

☆ 10/10 occasionally pretends to be tired just to lay his head down for the squish

Xavier would give just about anything to spend his free time with you in a tangle of limbs, laying wherever was cozy, basking in the perfect combination of warmth and comfort. He could conk out anywhere, but he definitely had his favorite spots.

On the couch with you wrapped in his arms, back pressed snugly to his chest.

His head in your lap, location unimportant.

But his favorite?

Using your breasts as a pillow. The warmth?? The squish?? Heavenly. The feeling of resting his head on your deliciously plump chest was borderline euphoric. Sometimes, it was hard not to drool, the combination of your chest and the way your fingers ran through his hair nearly making his brain stop working every. single. time.

He’d had a long day today, and he was very tired. His thoughts on the elevator ride to your floor consisted of one thing and one thing only: curling up with you and getting some much needed rest.

When he entered your apartment with the key you’d given him, he was not expecting to see you in a nightgown that was so low-cut you’d likely flash him if you moved too quickly. He didn’t react outwardly, but it took him a moment to recover.

You’d embraced him in a loving hug, blissfully unaware that your chest pressing against his was absolutely having more of an effect on him than usual, all thanks to the nightgown. He managed to play it cool, keeping up a facade of innocence, for now.

Xavier was patient. Xavier was also sly enough to wait until the right moment.

The two of you had curled up in bed, ready to call it a night. Xavier had oh-so-casually rolled over and placed his head on your chest, nuzzling up to you and relishing in the feeling of warmth pressing against his cheek. As expected, the warmth went straight south.

“Man,” He murmured, opening an eye to peek up at you. The teasing tone in his voice was very evident, matched by an almost imperceptible smile. “It’s a little chilly in here. I think I should be closer,”

You let out an amused huff of air. “How can you possibly get any closer?”

Xavier sat up, staring down at your nightgown. If it weren’t for the subtle glimmer of mischief in his eyes, he would have appeared completely serious.

“I’ve read that clothes dilute warmth,” He said, eyes flitting from your nightgown to your face, “I think…I’d like my pillow to be a bit warmer.”

That nightgown very quickly became one of your favorite bedtime choices.

❅ okay I’m gonna say it

❅ You can’t tell me Zayne isn’t a breast guy

❅ ^^ the way he gets all greedy with your chest/neck in the Hidden Motive card? HELLO??

❅ if you tease him with something low cut he’s going to TOWN on those babies the second he gets the chance

❅ Face all cozy & warm and pressed up in there? WELCOME HOME DOCTOR ZAYNE

You didn’t know what you were in for when you’d chosen to accompany Zayne to an afterparty for an awards ceremony. You’d chosen a simple, classy cocktail dress that matched the color of his tie. You’d sent Zayne a picture of it on the hanger, and he’d cleared it, agreeing that the dress was nice. When the dress was on, you realized the neckline was a little lower than it looked on the hanger. Cleavage was unavoidable in certain styles, but the dress was still pretty, so you doubled down and wore it anyway.

Zayne accepted very quickly that it was going to be an excruciatingly long night the second he came to pick you up, his throat going uncomfortably dry as soon as you exited your apartment. You’d gotten into his car with a gorgeous smile, smelling ridiculously enticing, chest looking absolutely heavenly in that dress, completely unaware that Zayne was fighting for his life in the drivers’ seat.

Zayne is a very disciplined man. You, however, had him battling to keep his eyes on the road for the duration of the drive–voice coming out slightly strained when he spoke and knuckles white from the intense grip on the steering wheel. It hadn’t even been 10 minutes.

Zayne’s focus was not all there at the party, either. He’d done his best to distract himself by mingling, but he received a harsh reality check every time he caught a glimpse of you in that dress that was making him feel downright sinful. The fact that you were blissfully unaware of his internal crisis almost made the entire situation worse. At one point, he even snuck off to the bathroom to splash cool water on his face, desperately trying to shock the indecent thoughts out of his system.

After three torturous hours of Zayne doing his best to look anywhere but your chest, the party was over. You’d thought his pace on the walk back to the car was a little quicker than usual, but you assumed he was just ready to be off of his feet for the night.

Zayne’s struggle only heightened when the two of you had gotten back into the car, the close proximity resembling a match dangerously close to gasoline. His composure was hanging by a thread.

He made it back to his house. Barely.

Once the two of you were inside, the door had barely shut before he had you backed into the wall, lips already attacking your neck and chest, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses that left fire in their wake. The usually composed and stoic Doctor Zayne was no longer in the building.

“You don’t have to be so intense,” You murmured, although you really didn’t mind.

He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes smoldering and nearly making you shudder. “How could I not be, when you look like that?”

Zayne’s composure and restraint had finally snapped.

While Zayne continued his greedy mission on your neck and chest, silently cursing that dress for existing, you were already planning out the next time you would wear it.

❀ absolutely a flustered, stuttering mess (at least until he gets used to it)

❀ fighting for his life to look anywhere else, simply for the sake of his sanity

It was ungodly hot in Linkon. It was peak summer, and the temperature had reached a high of 102 degrees(f). It was so hot that your apartment building couldn’t keep up with everyone using their cooling units at once, which had caused the worst case scenario: a power outage. Sometimes, not even technology as advanced as it was could keep up with a heat wave. You’d changed into the absolute bare minimum, a tank top and shorts, but it was still too much.

After only 45 minutes of sitting in a hot, dark apartment, a beautiful idea popped in your head: Rafayel.

Not only was he right by the water, his studio almost definitely hadn’t lost power. After a quick phone call to make sure he was there, you headed there.

Rafayel had nearly fallen over when he opened the door to see you standing there. Your tank top left very little to imagination, and the cool air from his studio suddenly felt nonexistent on his rapidly heating skin. He nearly slammed the door in your face out of pure panic.

“W–you–get inside!” He all but dragged you in, rapidly searching for the nearest thing he could use to block your chest from his view. He was willing to rip a curtain off the rod if it meant he could breathe easier for a few seconds.

“Rafayel! What are you doing?”

His saving grace was quickly located: A jacket he’d recently tossed on the back of a chair and forgotten about. He yanked it off and shoved it at you. “Put those away!”

You scoffed. “Dude. It’s hot!” You swatted his hand away, the motion causing a tasteful jiggle in your chest. It had not gone unnoticed by Rafayel, who whipped his head away so quickly it almost looked like he’d gotten slapped. “It’s like 100 degrees out, I’m not putting on a jacket,”

Rafayel had found a spot on the wall to stare at, hoping his face and ears weren’t as pink as they felt. “You went outside like that? Are you trying to cause an accident?”

“I–you seriously can’t handle a little bit of boob, Rafayel?”

You were laughing now, but Rafayel was not. His cheeks were darker than you’d ever seen them, accompanied by a singular bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. The man was stressed.

No, Rafayel could not handle a little bit of boob. Not when they looked like that, anyway. Not when it was you attached to them, and not when they were that nice. It was simply unfair, in his mind. Rafayel was currently a man that was parched, and your chest was a very tempting, cool glass of water.

He’d gained enough consciousness to turn the temperature way lower, doing everything he could to remember how to breathe until his studio cooled down enough that you put on the jacket.

Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal, and his cheeks finally stopped burning for the first time since you’d arrived. You, on the other hand, were just thankful to be out of the heat.

Not long after Rafayel had finally felt normal again, he cast a glance over his shoulder to see what you were doing. You were leaning against the windowsill, longingly looking out at the water. When you felt his gaze, you voiced your thoughts.

“I brought a bathing suit. We should go swimming,”

The tank top had been bad enough. But seeing you in a bikini? Too soon.

He shook his head vigorously, nearly tripping over the coffee table to come shut the curtains, desperately trying to block the ocean from your view so you could no longer be tempted.

“Can’t,” He said, his voice coming out raspy, “too many sharks today. Guess you’ll just have to stay in here with the jacket on,”

You hung out until your power was restored. Thankfully, it had cooled down outside as well. Rafayel nearly collapsed from relief when you finally left.

Unfortunately for him, he would never be able to get that image out of his head.

⟡ This man worships every inch of you as is, so he’d be more than happy to have a lil extra to appreciate

⟡ 100% getting custom clothing tailored to accentuate//flatter your figure, even if it’s just for him to look at

⟡ Shamelessly checks you out no matter what you’re wearing, but it’s 100x worse if you have some tasteful cleavage goin’ on

Sylus didn’t even attempt to hide where he was looking during dinner tonight. The man was shameless, and you both knew it. In fact, he was making it a point to make sure you knew where he was looking, too. A not-so-subtle warning on what was to come. He knew how to appreciate what was right in front of him, and he did so with a smug smirk on his face as he listened to you talk about anything but the obvious.

How could he not look? You were already a threat to his ability to keep his hands to himself on a good day, but the dress you were currently wearing was pushing his limits. It was cruel, like dangling a steak in front of a starving dog. That dog is definitely lunging for the steak.

With a slow, casual sip of his wine, his eyes finally found your face long enough for him to ask a question. “Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?”

You shrugged, the motion absolutely causing a noticeable jiggle. “Yeah, dinner is nice. We should come here again.”

His eyes flitted back down, eyeing the deep neckline of your dress. “That’s not what I meant, kitten,”

You knew exactly what he meant. You were the biggest tease in the entire solar system at this very moment, intentionally picking a dress that had your titties looking like they were sculpted by the Gods. ‘Casual’ dinner date? As if. ‘Tempting Sylus’ should have been your title at this point.

“I seem to remember you were the one that ordered this dress,” You responded, doing everything in your power not to smirk. He had, in fact, been the one to pick out that dress. However, he had seriously underestimated how good your boobs would look in it. He was currently paying the price for that.

Sylus looked back to your face, seriously considering ripping the dress off of you and burning it after he was done…with other things, bystanders be damned. That dress was nothing more than a distraction, and he couldn’t have distractions.

“Is that so?” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. He took another quick glance down, then took another sip of his wine in an attempt to ease the increasing dryness in his throat.

After a moment, he leaned forward with a devilish grin, looking you straight in the eyes.

“Since I’m the one that ordered it for you,” He began, his voice a sultry purr, “does that mean I also have the pleasure of taking it off?”

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ouidasart · 6 days ago

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I had to do something for summer solstice so I banged this out today lol

This one is bc I wanted to practice some simple watercolor and is a bit Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass inspired. The lads aren't here in Pennsylvania with me but I can pretend they're having a blackberry and lavender harvest with cicadas anyway 🌿

(Adding this one to my shop too! Link in my pins 💜)

#good omens #book omens #good omens fanart #air conditioning #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #my art

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tammyjackson50-blog · 3 months ago

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No so secret anymore || G.C

George x reader

1/2

Summary: You and George have been dating for a few months, but you weren't as careful as you thought, and fans started to suspect, and your friends weren't helping either...

(Pictures are not mine)

You'd think that keeping a relationship secertly among a group of friends who are also YouTubers would be pretty easy because they will understand how things are going right?

Think again.

Today, you were all set to film a reaction video, each from your own setups.

The plan was simple: watch some TikToks, have a laugh, and entertain the fans.

But with the recent surge of fan edits shipping you and George in the last few weeks, you had a feeling this session would be anything but simple.

As you joined the call, George's familiar grin filled your screen. "Alright, lads and lasses, ready to dive into the abyss of TikTok cringe?"

Arthur (Hill) chuckled. "Always, mate. But before we start, have you seen this?" He shared his screen, showing a TikTok compilation titled "George and Y/N: A Love Story."

You closed your eyes. "Oh, for the love of-"

Chris smirked. "The fans have been busy. Look at this one." He played another edit, this time highlighting every time you and George had shared a look or laughed together in past videos.

George laughed, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "They're really reaching, aren't they?"

Max raised an eyebrow. "Reaching? Mate, even Stevie Wonder could see there's something going on."

George laughed. " Oh man, are we that obvious?"

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Guys, we're supposed to be filming."

Chris leaned back, feigning innocence. "Oh, we're just getting started. The fans ship it, Y/N. Who are we to deny them?"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Look, if you keep this up while we're recording, half of this is gonna have to be cut,either because I'll be laughing and getting red too much or because you idiots are gonna make it too obvious."

Despite your best efforts, the teasing continued.

Every shared laugh, every accidental overlap in speech, every mirrored reaction was met with exaggerated "oohs" and "aahs" from the boys.

As you prepared to sign off, Arthur grinned mischievously. "So, when's the official announcement? You know that there is no way that the fans would stop this shipping thing anytime soon."

George smirked, "Guess they'll just have to keep watching and find out."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. Keeping this secret was proving harder by the day, especially with friends like these.

As soon as the recording ended and the others kept chatting, you and George signed off.

"Alright, lads, enjoy talking shit. I’m out," George said, stretching.

"Yeah, same," you added. "Try not to plan our wedding while we’re gone."

Arthur snickered. "No promises, Mrs. Clarkey."

You laugh and shut off Discord, flopping onto your bed with a deep sigh.

The teasing had been nonstop, and while it was funny, it was also a bit exhausting in some way.

You knew the boys weren’t gonna let up anytime soon.

You barely had a second to collect yourself when your bedroom door creaked open.

And there he was.

"Mrs. Clarkey, " George grinned, stepping inside like it's his room.

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "No, give me a break."

He caught it with ease, laughing.

"What? I thought you liked me."

"Not when you've spent the last hour making me look red like a freaking tomato."

"Oi, don’t blame me! They started it."

He closed the door behind him and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side to face you. "Besides, you gotta admit,it was funny."

You rolled onto your back and turned your head to look at him. "They’re getting worse, you know."

"They’re just having fun," he said, nudging your side. "We did throw this on them outta nowhere."

"Yeah, and now they think it’s their life's mission to make me feel embarrassed like a little girl every time we’re on camera together."

George laughed, draping an arm over your stomach. "Would it be so bad if they did? You look cute when you’re flustered."

You pushed him not seriously "You love pissing me off, don’t you?"

"Absolutely." He leaned in, "But you love me anyway."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

He grinned and kissed you, "Lucky me, then."

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I have another part for this, tell me it you like it:)

#george clarke #george clarke x reader #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey x y/n #ff #one shot #george clarke x you #george x reader #george clarke x fem!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #george clarke imagine

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peachylynnie · 7 days ago

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peach iced tea

word count: 1.4k synopsis: in which caleb reassures you on a hot summer day. contains: caleb x fem!reader (doesn't have to be mc), recently established relationship, consumption of beverages, cursing, banter, slight angst, insecure thoughts, comfort, and a suggestive bonus at the end. a/n: i've kinda accepted that updates are going to be slow due to my mental health. but yay, i finally wrote something for caleb (warily eyes my rotting musical!au fic)! this fic was actually supposed to be only the suggestive bit at the end, but you know me, i get carried away when it comes to angst and comfort. enjoy! reblogs and comments are much appreciated! lads masterlist

you couldn't be happier to sip on your drink. infused with black tea leaves and filled with tapioca boba, your peach iced tea acts as a much-needed relief, especially on a hot day like today.

you weren’t always the biggest fan of summer. sure, the idea of “hot girl summer” excites you. bikinis on the beach, your favorite fruits in season, outdoor concerts, and more—summer is the perfect season to indulge in all these things. but at the cost of what? clothing sticking to you as a result of sweating bullets, bills rising due to your constant usage of the air conditioner, and mosquitoes refusing to leave your poor skin alone? fuck no.

you sigh, sipping on the drink some more. if only life’s simple pleasures could be enjoyed with no price to pay.

“you okay, pips?”

you glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting next to you on the couch. he’s looking at you expectantly.

“yeah,” you reply before swallowing some boba. “just irritated. this heat is killing me.”

caleb chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink, a green apple slushie with mini tapioca boba.

“well, why don’t you turn on the ac?”

“you know why,” you groan. “i already used it twice this past week. any more uses, and my bills are going to spike like crazy.”

as you grumble to yourself about how stupid it is that you have to pay to use an appliance, caleb takes another sip, gazing at you contemplatively.

finally, he speaks up.

“you know, you can always just move into my place.”

you choke on your peach tea.

“what?!”

he pats you on the back, helping you cough up some of the fluids.

“sorry,” you rasp as you put your drink down on the coffee table. “what did you just say?”

“you can always move in with me,” your boyfriend repeats, also putting his drink down. “you wouldn’t have to worry about your bills. since i own the place, you can turn on the ac whenever you want. we could finally cuddle without sweating like crazy, not that i ever minded or anything. but," he drags out, "because my girlfriend minds, i think moving in would be a good idea.”

as you process what you’re hearing right now, caleb leans forward with a teasing smile.

“besides, we could make out comfortably too.”

“caleb!”

you flush profusely as you smack his shoulder. while the thought of locking lips with your gorgeous, lavender-eyed boyfriend as a cool breeze shields you from summer’s exhaustive heat sounds enticing, you can’t help but feel a bit rushed. after all, it’s been less than a year since the two of you started dating. what if he regrets his decision after one bad argument? what if he doesn’t like your lifestyle? what if he decides to abruptly end things one day?

“well?” caleb tilts his head like a dog.

“well,” you repeat, averting your gaze. “i’m not sure, caleb. i think moving in would be rushing things.”

your boyfriend sighs dramatically as he falls back onto the couch, his hands clutching his chest.

“what’s it going to take to cuddle and make out with my girlfriend without her complaining about how hot it is?”

you chuckle, relieved that he didn’t take your rejection in a bad way.

“you could always just pay my bills,” you joke.

caleb immediately sits up, gazing at you with sparkly eyes.

“will you let me?”

“no!” you answer incredulously, taken aback by his eagerness. “i’m not going to let you pay my bills, caleb.”

he groans, before falling back down again. this time, he rolls off the couch, landing on the ground with a thud.

“caleb,” you gasp. “are you okay? you almost hit the coffee table.”

“no,” he whines. “how could i be when my girlfriend isn’t letting me help? apparently, all i can do is bring her boba.”

“pft,” you giggle. “that’s plenty enough. you know i appreciate you bringing them whenever you come over.”

you reach your hands out, cradling his adorable face.

“while i would love to move in with you,” you pinch his cheeks. “i would also like to take things slow, you know? i don’t want you to regret anything when it comes to this relationship.”

“i was literally inside you yesterday.”

you choke on air this time.

“also,” caleb sits up, pouting up at you. “what’s all this talk about regrets? do you seriously think i’m going to have regrets while dating you, pipsqueak?”

you don’t answer.

“hey,” he calls for you softly, adjusting himself to rest his chin on your knees. “what’s wrong?”

“i just—” you inhale shakily. “—really love you, caleb. i want you to be happy in this relationship, and i’m scared that if we rush things too quickly, you’ll end up thinking this—” you gesture towards him and yourself. “—was a mistake.”

“oh, honey,” caleb hugs you immediately. “i will never.” his arms tighten reassuringly. “i will never ever think being with you, let alone meeting you, was a mistake.”

he pulls away to seek your face, your warm, beautiful face.

you smile weakly at him.

“i promise.” your boyfriend continues, his lavender eyes darkening with utter devotion. “you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” his hands find yours, embracing them with assurance. “i would be stupid to let this—” he holds up your hands “—go.”

he then kisses your hands, his lips softly trailing your veins.

you can’t help but smile, your eyes filling with tears.

“thank you,” you say as you fold over, hugging him with all your might. “you have no idea how much i needed to hear that.”

“of course, pipsqueak,” caleb sighs contentedly into your embrace. “i’ll reassure you as much as you need. i’m sorry if i made you feel like i had regrets.”

“no,” you immediately assure. “you never made me feel that way. it was just my thoughts, that’s all.”

“even so,” he nuzzles your thighs. “you let me know, okay, pips? whenever you’re feeling this way or if i do something wrong, you tell me, okay? i will always be there for you.”

you nod happily, pulling away to pat his hair.

“even if you won’t let me near you because it’s too hot,” he adds cheekily.

you roll your eyes.

“okay, pack it up, colonel. it’s getting pretty hot again.”

caleb groans before lifting his chin.

“so mean.”

“and yet, you’re still with me,” you quip with a confident sip.

“yup,” he grins boyishly, his eyes holding the galaxy (you). “and i won’t regret it, pipsqueak. not now, not ever. count on it.”

bonus

“oh shit.”

because you released the straw too quickly, some of the tea had fallen onto your legs. thank goodness you were wearing shorts. otherwise you would have had to use a stain remover, and lord knows you were out of them, given how bad your periods can get.

“i’m going to get a napk—”

before you could stand up, caleb grabs hold of your legs and licks.

you choke. how many times are you choking today?

you can’t think of a number. not when caleb is tracing your legs with his tongue, following the sticky streaks of peach tea. even worse, he’s doing this torturously slow, taking his time capturing the sweet droplets with the tip of his tongue and occasionally allowing his lips to brush against your most sensitive spots. you can’t help but moan when he looks up at you, his soft, lavender eyes now darkened with intent.

as he trails higher and higher, you tense, your fingers gripping the fabric of the couch for dear life.

oh god, is he going to…right now…?

you gulp, bracing yourself.

just as you succumb to your fate, caleb pulls away, his tongue running over his lips.

you gawk at him as he stands up and returns to his seat next to you on the couch.

instead of acknowledging your look of shock, your boyfriend reaches for his own drink and takes a sip.

“yup,” he chirps after swallowing. “yours tastes much better.”

your jaw drops.

“what?”

“yours tastes way better,” he repeats nonchalantly, his expression unaffected as he faces you. “i’ll have to order it next time.”

all you can do is blink dumbly. what the fuck just happened?

“actually,” caleb rubs his chin in faux contemplation. “i shouldn’t order it unless i plan to see you. after all…”

he smiles innocently.

“it wouldn’t taste the same without you.”

do not plagiarize or translate my writing in any shape or form. dni if you don't like what you read either.

#imma just leave this here before i get dragged back into the depths of hell #the depths of hell being a debilitating lack of motivation #why is therapy so expensive #caleb x reader #love and deepspace caleb #caleb lads #caleb love and deepspace #lnds caleb #caleb fic #caleb x you #caleb x y/n #caleb comfort #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #lads x reader #lnds x reader #lads fic #lads fluff

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twistyfish · 9 months ago

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Your writing is so good whaaatt!! Could you do another comfort fic with the lad boys? Maybe like they come home and the reader is crying for whatever reason and so onnn. I love comfort fics 🤧🤧

thank you very much! here you are. i’m in a bit of a writing slump honestly 🥲, but i tried. also, some of you are requesting, which i’m very grateful for! if I don’t respond immediately it’s because i’m working on something else at the moment.

prompt~ they come home to you crying.

𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴 𖣴

Zayne

You were so exhausted. You woke up with a horrible headache and did badly in training today because of that. Captain Jenna snapped at you over your simple errors, which made you feel worse.

You wordlessly picked a mug out of the cupboard and filled it with water. You brought it to your lips and drank, each gulp sounding against the metronomic headache that wouldn’t let you rest. A trickle of blood dripped down your philtrum, making a small splash in your cup. Sniffing, you wiped your nose.

Each drop of blood that ran from your nose overwhelmed you more and more until you were scrubbing your nose with your sweater sleeve, the wool fibers catching the liquid. You pulled your arm away and it looked like a surgeon’s rags.

Speaking of surgeons, your boyfriend chose that unaesthetic moment of you messily wiping your nose to walk into the kitchen. You put your arm by your side and tried to act normal as he fixed himself a cup of juice.

You kept your back turned to him as he asked, “How was training today?”

“Training was pretty standard. Tara told me she’s thinking of getting a tattoo.”

“Really? Did she tell you what kind of tattoo?”

“A pair of cherries.” You were just making stuff up, trying to find an exit from the conversation so you could clean up. “I’m going to go change into pajamas.” You quickly walked up the stairs before he could say anything.

Lip quivering, you picked out a set of pajamas and put it on the bed. You stripped out of your sweater, and the red patch on the sleeve caught your eye. Shit. Why did you wipe your nose on it? It would definitely stain. You really liked this sweater, too.

You felt your eyes burn, a fun contrast to the other sensations of your throbbing head and leaky nose. Tears slipped from your eyes, and you held back the sobs for a few beats before giving up and muffling your face in the already stained sweater.

You must have been like that for a while, because Zayne meandered upstairs without you hearing and peeked inside the bedroom door. “You’ve been up here for a while. What are you-,” he stopped, eyes widening. “Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?”

He quickly walked over and put a hand on your back, peering down at you. “Is that blood?”

You wiped your face on the sweater before letting it plop to the floor. “Yeah,” you said tearily.

“Why are you bleeding? And why are you crying?” Came his calm response.

“I had a bloody nose, and… I don’t know.” You dissolved into sobs again. He looked at you sadly, his hazel eyes big and worried. He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly for a few minutes until you calmed down. He rubbed your bare back, feeling the goosebumps and pulling your pajama shirt over your head.

“You don’t have to run away. From me, or your feelings,” he whispered.

𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖 𐦖

Sylus

The air was too heavy. There was too much to dwell on, too many morbid and sickening atrocities that made you feel sour. You couldn’t comprehend how the world was still spinning with so many terrible people weighing it down. You certainly felt like you had been kicked off your axis.

It was more than anyone could take. One too many cases of something horrible on the news, and your stomach was churning. The reporter had described the event so plainly, with a grim resignation. The world was so advanced, and yet….

You didn’t feel the remote slip from your hand. You didn’t hear it clatter on the floor. You didn’t feel the tears swim down your face. You only registered that you were crying when your throat produced a strangled sound, and you finally clapped your hands to your eyes and just bawled.

You cried until you were dehydrated and numb and the garage door opened with a muted whirring. Your large boyfriend entered a few moments later, and you heard a quiet gasp as he took in the sight of you sobbing on the couch.

Sylus seemed less like a fiend and more like a fairy with the way he flitted around you, uncharacteristically lacking composure while trying to figure out what was wrong. By that point, the news had changed to some other story, and he looked confusedly at the TV.

“Darling, are you crying about inflation?”

That didn’t even get a smile from you, so he just picked you up from under the armpits and rocked you slowly, like a baby. You continued to cry softly as he shushed you and whispered comforting words in your ear.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked gently.

“There are so many bad people in the world,” you managed to say through weak hiccups.

“I know. You’re dating one of them.”

“You’re different,” you mumbled. “

“Oh? How am I different?”

“You’re an evil bastard, but I love you.”

He laughed throatily at that, and you felt a little better.

𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝 𓆝

Rafayel

You were in a nice hotel, lying amidst silky duvets and plush, fat pillows. The moonlight snuck through the gaps between the ivory curtains and created beautiful spectral patterns on the walls.

Your darling fiancé was sleeping with his arm wrapped around you, so why were your shoulders shaking? Why were soft, choked sobs escaping your lips? Why the hell were you crying on vacation?

You didn’t know. All you did know was that Rafayel was stirring, surely awoken by your movement.

“Are you crying?” He murmured sleepily, propping himself up.

You willed yourself to stop shaking, stop being weak and just shut up. But it wasn’t working. The misery and self pity was eating you alive.

“Oh, sweetie,” he said, gently turning you around and cupping your head, kissing your wet cheek. “Don’t cry. You’ll get dehydrated.”

More tears ran down your face, and he continued to brush them away with soft fingers. “What’s wrong, my gorgeous girl?”

“I don’t know,” you choked out. “I just feel bad.”

“Oh, my love….” Rafayel kissed you again with sweetness and compassion. He combed through your hair with his fingers and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. He didn’t know how to soothe you, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He distracted you.

He brought his lips to yours and gently showed you his love for you. Whatever you were feeling, he would overpower it with all his heart.

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Xavier

The clash of metal exploded in the air as your swords collided yet again, and you dodged another attack. Your eyes were burning. There was absolutely no way you were about to cry while sparring with Xavier.

But the next time your swords collided and you met Xavier’s soft, focused gaze, you failed to hold it back. You stared intently into his eyes as both of you struggled, and while straining against his sword, tears began falling from your eyes. His own eyes widened, and he stepped back, pulling his mask down.

“Are you injured?” He asked worriedly. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, lip trembling. You let out a shaky sob, and that was enough to concern him further.

“__….” He was at a loss for words. He had never seen you cry, and now….

“What happened?” He bent down, trying to assess your expression. You were trying not to let the tears win, but they definitely were. You finally gave up trying to hold it in and let your sword drop to the floor with a soft clink, now crying openly.

Xavier reached out hesitantly and pulled you into his embrace. Both of you were hot and stinky from sparring, but that didn’t matter. Not while you were crying.

You let out muffled sobs into his neck, letting him hold you as the two of you sank to the floor. Your tears mingled with the sweat on his shoulder, and he rubbed your back soothingly as you cried. He held you like that for a while.

“I’m sorry,” you said once the sobs had died down.

“It’s okay. I just want to know where this came from,” he replied in that sweet, soft voice.

“I’m tired,” came your plain response. He didn’t question you further, and gently patted your head.

He helped you pick up your things and walked you to the locker room, and you stopped to take a drink at the water fountain. His gaze was fixed on you as you drank, eyes tracing the curvature of your lips. He was so engrossed in watching you drink that you couldn’t help but feel shy.

You finished drinking and said bye to Xavier, still thinking about the interaction. He was always soft spoken, but you didn’t know he could be this gentle. Maybe you should talk to him more outside of sparring.

#love and deepspace x reader #lads #love and deepspace #lads x reader #lads x you #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #sylus x reader #reqs open #xavier x reader #lads x mc #lads scenarios

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year ago

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SSR Divus Crewel - Ritzy Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but there are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

#twisted wonderland #twst #divus crewel #mozus trein #grim #twst crewel #twst trein #twst grim #twst yuu #twst translation #mention: lucius

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slimearchon · 1 month ago

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Caleb X MC GN Reader He Spies You in the Arms of Another Man (Not Another LI)

Summary: He spies on you through his surveillance cameras and sees another man with his arms wrapped around you.

Word count: 2490

TW: Stalking, mentions of slight gore, Yandere behavior, possessive behavior.

AN: I haven’t written in a while and it shows. I am very rusty. I hope you like it and hopefully this won't be my last fic for the Lads fandom.

(Not proofread)

Xavier had been assigned another mission. While he was gone fighting wanderers, you had stayed back in Linkon, doing your usual rounds out in the city. The sun’s rays were bright, and the leather cap on your head protected your eyes from their harsh glare.

Your usual routine was slightly deviated, with you down a partner the hunter association wanted you to train a newbie and show him the ropes. When he walked up to your desk you really didn’t think to much about it.

He was polite and calm, first-day jitters probably making him quieter than he usually would be, but you didn’t mind. You showed him around and made sure to teach him a few things. After walking around the city for a while, you both had stopped and gotten some boba tea at a nearby stall.

The hot day was getting to both of you; light beads of sweat had started to darken your hunter uniforms. When you licked your lips, you had tasted salt. Before you had a chance to tap your hunter watch to pay for your drink, the newbie paid for you.

“Hey! You didn’t have to do that.” You lightly admonished, “I’m your senior, I should be treating you, not the other way around.”

He scratched his head, tilting his head back with an awkward smile, “I wanted to say thank you for showing me around.”

He reminded you of a puppy who was eager to please. You remembered the days you were a bright-eyed newbie like him. You shook your head, a smile on your face.

“Okay, I’ll treat you next time.” You both began walking around again, the tea drink in your hand quickly becoming pebbled in condensation from the hot sun, and it dripped down your hand. Luckily, today’s patrol was a smooth one, no wanderers had disturbed the peace of Linkon today.

You were heading back to the association to clock out and had just gotten outside the building before a group of three girls ran up to you and your partner.

“Hey, you guys fight wanderers, right?” The girl in the middle asked, her two friends behind her looking slightly shy, while she was full of confidence.

You simply nodded, not sure where the conversation was going.

“Does the fighting translate to self-defence?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Yes, we are taught extensive self-defence classes while in hunter boot camp.” This time, you responded, standing up a little straighter. Was someone bothering these girls? You scanned the area, but no one suspicious caught your eye.

It wasn’t uncommon for hunters to help take down a drunkard and wait for the police to get there. Civilians sometimes get a little rowdy, and protecting the peace of Linkon didn’t always mean slaying wanderers.

“Can you teach us how to hurt someone if they try and grab us from behind?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Is someone bothering you?” You asked, shooting glances at the newbie, his eyebrows were raised in confusion and concern.

“No, I just want to make sure I know what to do in case the time comes.” She shook her head.

You guessed it was a simple request, your shift still had five minutes left, so you could show her some basic moves until your watch alerted you that work was over.

“Okay.” You motioned with your head for the newbie to get behind you.

Out of politeness, he was keeping his hands to himself, you let out a sigh and dragged his arms to wrap around you. To anyone else, it would look like someone was hugging you from behind. You heard a little bit of giggling at the action but brushed them off. Kids will be kids.

“So if someone has you like this, the first thing you will do is slam your heel onto their foot.” Your booted foot came down on his unsuspecting one. He yelped, jolting behind you. “Next, thrust your elbow back and jab him in the stomach.” You snapped your elbow back and met the softness of his stomach. You heard him gasp in pain.

“Lastly, to slam your head back into his chin or nose, you want to make sure you injure him enough so he will be too hurt to run after you.” You thrust your head back and connected with his chin. He was quick to release your form, doubling over in pain and bending at the knees while he clutched his stomach and his chin.

The girls nodded and clapped. “Thank you for showing us.” They chatted a little bit, swinging their arms back and practicing stomping on the ground before waving goodbye to the two of you.

You sighed, your watch alerting you that you were off work. You raised your hand to your coworker; he flinched but stood still. You gently patted him on the back, “Well, that is it for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hummed as you walked away and headed towards your neighborhood. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk from your work. You hummed on your merry way home. You had no clue a certain someone up in Skyhaven was crashing out.

***

He liked to keep tabs on you, making sure that throughout the day you were safe and sound. It was his usual routine, sipping on his coffee as he needed a break from the boring files the Fleet had shoved his way.

A little pick-me-up, seeing you happy and content, was enough to boost his energy to trudge through the dullness of his day.

With a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and his other in the air tapping on the holographic screen to pull up his little tab of cameras all around Linkon. He had brought the cup up to his mouth to take a sip, the warm rim of it dancing across his lip, little wisps of steam wafting off the dark liquid.

The warmth transferred onto his chapped lips and traveled down into his chest and stomach. His evol fluctuated, his purple eyes glowing with fury, his cup in his hand went flying to the wall, his hand not moving an inch as the force caused the hot coffee to spill on his gloved fingers.

Why was he seeing a man with his arms wrapped around his partner? Why were his filthy hands grasping their waist and standing not even an inch behind them? His brain flicked with images, red everywhere, and hands that were once part of a whole body detached and scattered to the floor.

His chip went into overdrive, as quickly as his anger surged, it was extinguished. His heart, which was pounding so fast, went into a lazy thud. He smiled, the crazed look in his eyes now locked behind controlled pupils.

With a sense of calmness and precision, he reached over to his gloved hands and began plucking the leather one finger at a time. He would not allow himself to be seen as unkept in front of his partner; he took great care in always looking his best in your presence, and he wasn’t about to stop now.

He would be seeing you soon, very soon.

***

You had just gotten out of the shower, you scrubbed a towel against your hair as you walked to your kitchen, eager to get your hands on the mochi ice cream you had promised yourself after a long day of work.

You hummed to yourself again, your feet feeling lighter now that you were in the comfort of your walls and washed yourself clean of the day’s stress. You opened your refrigerator door and grabbed the box. Your mouth is already watering at the sight of the cold, sweet treat.

You walked your way back to the living room, prepared to sit down on your couch and watch a few episodes of the drama you were watching before going to bed. You jumped about ten feet in the air, your lifelong “friend” sitting on your couch, his long legs taking up the majority of the space in front of him and the coffee table.

One boot-covered ankle was laid across his knee. His eyes were watching your every move, the poor innocent mochi ice cream fell to the ground.

“Caleb! What are you doing here? You nearly scared me half to death! Why didn’t you say anything?” You shot him a glare. You shook your head at him, he didn’t say a word. You were oblivious to his turmoil.

You bent down to pick up the fallen package and made your way over to him. You tossed his leg back down to the floor and settled between them, the damp towel you had draped around your shoulders thrown onto his lap.

“Dry my hair while I eat these,” You ordered, facing away from him and grabbing the remote off the coffee table to flick through the apps on the screen to find the drama you had left off on, completely unaware that you were practically prey who walked right into a lion's den.

It was his fault; he had spoiled you growing up. Your request wouldn’t have been unusual on a regular day, but today was not a regular day, not when he saw you wrapped in another man's arms.

With professional-level control, he picked up the towel and began rubbing it against your scalp, his pressure was firm enough to get the job done but not firm enough to hurt you. He was always mindful of his right arm when it came to you; one small mishap and he could break a bone without a second thought.

No, his lovely person would not ever be hurt by his hands, he swore it. Not that he wasn’t above harming those he deemed worthy of his wrath, his brain flashed images of you in another man's arms before it was quickly deleted by the chip in his head.

“Have a good day at work?” His voice was calm and controlled, his purple eyes looking down observing the way your cheeks puffed up like a little hamster as you stuffed your mouth full of chocolate ice cream mochi.

“Hm.” You nodded, swallowing down the cold goodness that graced your tongue. Your eyes stayed glued to the screen, drama unfolding before your eyes.

“Meet anyone new today?” He asked, his hands left the top of your head and drifted down to dry the nape of your neck. One of his hands was gently scrubbing the towel against your scalp while the other slowly wrapped around your neck, his fingers flexing against the soft skin of your neck.

“Oh yeah, I had a newbie on my team today. I was showing him around.” You lifted your head back, your eyes looking up at him and smiling, happy to talk about your day with him. His sharp eyes softened the moment they connected with yours, not allowing you to see the other side of himself.

He tapped your nose with the towel, “Eye forward, I’m almost done drying your hair.”

You shook your head at him, bringing a half-bitten mochi to his lips, “Try one, they are yummy.” You smiled, chocolate and powdered sugar coating the edges of your mouth.

He obeyed, his mouth parting as you pushed your treat into his mouth, one of his fanged canines grazing against your finger. A babe dancing in the mouth of a devil. He nodded his head as he chewed, the cold treat doing nothing to soothe the bubbling heat his chip was keeping at bay.

Once your little desert mission was completed, you lowered your head down and began watching the TV again.

“He was nice, bought me some boba milk tea today from that one boba stall we always stop by when we walk around Linkon when the Fleet finally lets you off their leash.” You shook your head at the Fleet's control over him.

“Oh? That was nice of him.” His hand still rested on your neck, feeling the way your pulse beat softly against his hand.

You huffed out a laugh, “Get this, this group of girls wanted a crash course in self-defence, so I taught them a move or two. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance against my awesome skills. I think I will bring him a pastry tomorrow from that local bakery. A way to apologize for roughing him up a bit.”

His fury eased up a bit at the news. Pride now swirling in his veins at the images of you beating the guy who held you in his arms. Something still nagged at him. You entertained giving gifts to another man? His head tilted, his mouth frowning. “If he can’t handle your punches, then he won’t last long at the Hunter Association. A wanderer would wipe him out in a minute. He doesn’t need a gift for taking a few punches; it comes with the job.”

“I suppose you are right, I’ll simply apologize to him in the morning and leave it at that.” You nodded.

His world was suddenly back on the right axis, the hazy tilt was now upright and clear. His hand retreated from your neck, and the towel was tucked onto your shoulders once again. “Did you eat anything other than dessert tonight?” He asked, peering down at you from above.

You leaned your head back into his lap, your eyes gleaming the blue hue of the TV as you looked up at him and shook your head, “No, I haven’t had the chance, I just got out of the shower when you came.”

“How about my famous braised chicken wings? Does your stomach have enough room for those?” His long arms had no problem leaning down and poking the side of your stomach. You laughed and swatted at his hand.

“Caleb.” You squinted your eyes at him in mock anger. “You know my stomach always has room for your delicious cooking. Only the wings, though, I don’t want to eat a heavy meal and then have to go to bed.”

“Alright, Alright. Wings only.” He chuckled, patting your back to motion you to lean forward as he lifted himself off the couch.

You claimed his spot on the couch, wasting no time curling up and draping a blanket over yourself. “Caleb, can you also make me some tea? The mochi has me feeling a bit cold now.” You pouted at him.

He shook his head, “Anything for your pipsqueak.”

He walked to the kitchen feeling lighter than he did when he entered the apartment. He got together the honey and tea leaves and waited for the kettle to boil water on the stove. As he stirred the honey in the mug, he smiled. Your coworker wouldn’t have the chance to be graced with your apology, he would make sure of that.

#love and deepspace x reader #caleb love and deepspace #caleb x gn mc reader #lads caleb #yandere caleb #lnds caleb #caleb x reader

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xomarzz · 3 months ago

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fore your heart

~3.8k words, countryclub!golfer! caleb x black!cart girl! reader, au, semi-strangers to lovers, smut, very subtle mentions of micro-agreessions/racism, yearningg because i’m a yearner if nothing elseee, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a little (i think) aggressive dirty talk, condescending talk, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, black reader intended, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, i WILL block you!!

a/n: this was initially intended for gojo from jjk, but in the process, my lads brainrot decided it’d be great for caleb, especially after the release of his myth. also inspired by a story i read and a few tiktoks i saw about being a cart girl :). idk if i hate this or not yet, so i hope it isn’t bad, and that you enjoy :p ♡ (if it randomly disappears, i decided i hated it)

another saturday morning at skyhaven country club, the kind where the air is warm enough for the golf course to glow, but not quite hot enough to melt you into a puddle. you’ve been working as a cart girl here for the past two summers. you’re good at it, knowledgeable about the different drink orders, friendly but not overbearing, and always quick to get back to the clubhouse before your shift ends.

your boho braids fall neatly down your back, giving you a relaxed yet put-together look. it’s the perfect balance between practical and a little bit of personal flair, stylish enough for the country club, but still easy to manage as you navigate the course. you adorn a crisp white polo shirt that’s a little snug around the shoulders. paired with it is a soft pink tennis skirt that gives you plenty of freedom to move as you dart between carts, and a comfortable pair of well-worn sneakers complete the look, that are ready for hours on your feet. the outfit is simple, but it works, a mix of cute and functional that fits perfectly into the country club’s atmosphere, letting you blend in while still feeling like yourself. there’s something about the way the sun highlights your skin, making the job feel less like work and more like a momentary escape.

your job mostly consists of pushing a golf cart full of snacks, drinks, and golf balls around to rich, annoying, and sometimes rude members. the regulars don’t stand out much, all of them wearing their pastel polos, oversized sunglasses, and acting like the world revolves around them.

you’ve heard their subtle comments, the kind that come with quiet judgment, the looks that linger just a little too long when you pass by like you don’t quite fit into this space. most of them glance at you with that familiar sense of entitlement, as if you’re just part of the scenery, something to be moved around.

except for one.

caleb is different. you don’t know what it is exactly. maybe it’s the way he holds himself, confident but not entirely arrogant. maybe it’s the fact that his eyes are a striking shade of purple, deep and captivating, always seeming to find you, even when you’re not looking. he’s one of the club’s most frequent members, the type who gets a tee time at 7 a.m. sharp and spends most of his day on the course. his gaze doesn’t linger with suspicion or superiority. instead, it feels different, like he’s genuinely seeing you, not just the job you’re doing or the uniform you’re wearing.

he’s been coming in for months now, but it wasn’t until last week that he started making small talk.

it was a brief conversation, something about how hot the sun was, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he was interested in more than just your knowledge of the weather.

today, he was on the course again. you were circling the green, leaning back on the cart as you fiddled with the radio. you’d seen him earlier, walking towards the first tee, his perfectly tailored golf clothes fitting him in ways that made you wonder why anyone needed that much attention to detail for a round of golf. he didn’t even look like he was sweating.

as you sipped on your arnold palmer, the sound of your name being called made you turn sharply. there he was, caleb, standing at the edge of the fairway, waving you over with a grin that made your stomach do somersaults.

hey, [name]!" his voice was warm and casual, with that friendly charm that made even the simplest words feel like an invitation. "got anything cold in there?"

you smiled and leaned over to grab a bottle of water, your eyes scanning his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the club as if he’d spent a lifetime mastering it. his stance was so effortlessly perfect that you almost felt like he should be posing for a magazine, not just playing a round of golf. you quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on your job instead.

“sure do,” you said, trying to keep it casual as you reach into the cart for a bottle of water, your eyes briefly scanning him, broad shoulders, muscular forearms gripping the club with an easy confidence that makes you wonder how someone so... effortlessly perfect can exist in real life. you quickly shake the thought out of your head. focus, girl.

you grabbed a cold bottle of water and made your way over to him, giving your cart a little push as you maneuvered it between the sand traps. you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes followed your every move, the curve of his lips twitching upward as you got closer. he took the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second, sending a warm jolt through your body. his gaze didn’t leave you, and you tried to keep your composure, but his presence made it hard to focus.

“thanks,” he said, cracking the bottle open and taking a long sip. “how’s your day going?”

you shrugged, leaning against the cart, trying to sound nonchalant. “same old. been keeping busy, you know, the usual.”

he nodded, but something in the way his eyes lingered on you made your skin tingle. “well, you’re making it look easy,” he said, his voice lower than before, almost as if he was saying something more than just a compliment.

your cheeks warmed slightly. “you think so?” you chuckled, trying to brush off the sudden wave of nervous energy. “i try to keep it moving. cant stay out here in the sun for too long or i’ll melt.”

he laughed softly, the sound smooth and rich. “you don’t look like you’re in any danger of melting, [name].” He paused, then added, “i don’t mind the sun, actually. it’s... kind of perfect, especially when I get to take a break and enjoy some company.”

you raised an eyebrow, unsure if he meant that as just casual banter or something a little more. you leaned on your cart, trying to hide the slight fluttering in your chest.

"well, you certainly don’t seem like the kind of guy who needs a break. you’ve got the whole ‘effortless rich guy’ thing down." you emphasized the air quotes with a playful roll of your eyes.

he smirked at you, stepping closer as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "i don’t know about that. you’d be surprised how much work goes into this." he gestured to his golf attire, then back to you. "but maybe you’re right. some things just come naturally."

you freeze for a second. that was... direct. "is that so? well, i guess i can’t argue with that." you gave him a teasing smile, then glanced at the golfers behind him. “i better get going before i end up talking your ear off. you’ve got a game to finish.”

his smile never faltered. “i wouldn’t mind you sticking around, actually. i’m not in a rush.”

you paused, taken aback. he was being direct, and it made your pulse race even faster. it wasn’t like him to be this forward, was it? “you sure about that? don’t want me distracting you from your... game?”

his smile turned into something more playful, his eyes glinting mischievously. “well, maybe a little distraction wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” his eyes flicker down to your cart. “you’ve got some time, don’t you?”

you felt heat rise in your cheeks at his implication, your mouth suddenly dry. you hadn’t expected this,, any of this, but something in the way he was looking at you made it clear that the connection between you wasn’t just in your head.

"i’ve got a little time," you said, your voice soft as you tried to hide the nervousness creeping in.

he took a step closer, his tone changing slightly. “good,” he said, his voice quieter now. “maybe you could... take a little break with me.”

you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to disappear. just you and him. you didn’t need to question anything more. there was something in the air, a tension that had been building between you for weeks now, and it was finally palpable.

before you could respond, a shout rang out from the far side of the course, and the moment is shattered. you both turned to look at the source of the noise, and caleb let out a frustrated sigh.

“guess i’ll get back to it,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

you nodded, suddenly feeling a little too self-conscious. “yeah, you don’t want to keep them waiting.”

he gave you a lingering look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “i’ll see you later, [name].” he winked before turning to head back toward his group.

he winks, and you watch him lightly jog away, your heart still racing from the lingering tension in the air. you had no idea where things were going, but you had a feeling that your time at skyhaven country club was about to get a lot more interesting.

weeks pass, and each one seems to build on the last. you and caleb have exchanged more than a few lingering glances and moments that keep you on edge, unsure of what's next. it feels like he is testing the waters, and you can’t deny that you aren’t doing the same.

every time you saw him on the course, there was a quiet understanding between you. it wasn’t always just small talk anymore. the flirtation was unmistakable, and you both seemed to enjoy every second of it. still, there was a hesitation, a line that neither of you had crossed until today.

the sun began its descent behind the mountains, casting the sky in warm oranges and pinks as the last few members of the club finished up their rounds. you’re busy making your usual rounds, drinks, snacks, golf balls to the late golfers, when a sudden shift in the weather took you by surprise. dark clouds rolled in quickly, blocking out the setting sun, as the wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of rain.

you barely had time to react before the first raindrops began to fall, light at first but quickly turning into a torrential downpour. panicked, you quickly jumped into your cart, grabbing the rain cover for your supplies and trying to shield yourself from the storm.

you had to get back to the clubhouse, but the golf course was muddy, and the cart was struggling to move fast enough to outrun the rain.

just as you were about to take a sharp turn, the cart slid on the wet grass and got stuck in a deep puddle. "fuck," you muttered to yourself, hopping out and trying to push it free. but no matter how hard you tried, the cart refused to budge. before you could even consider walking back, you heard his voice.

"need some help?" caleb appeared out of nowhere, walking toward you with his golf bag slung over his shoulder. he was soaked, his perfectly tailored clothes clinging to his body, but there was a grin on his face as though the situation didn’t faze him in the slightest.

you shot him a surprised glance. "why are you out here? the rain came out of nowhere."

"i guess i’m just lucky," he said with a shrug, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "looks like you’re stuck, though. need a hand?"

you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. "i think i’m the lucky one. i’d appreciate it. i’m not going to get this cart out of here by myself." together, you both tried to push the cart free. but as the storm raged on, the mud only made things worse. soon, the two of you were laughing in between pushes, the absurdity of the situation lightening the tension that had been building between you for weeks.

eventually, the rain was falling so hard that the ground beneath your feet became slick, and you could barely see in front of you through the downpour. caleb sighed and then did something you didn’t expect, he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the cart.

"forget the cart," he said. "there’s a shelter just a few yards away. let’s head there."

before you could protest, he was already pulling you through the rain, and you followed with no choice but to keep up. the storm so loud that the world felt muffled, the only sounds being the thunder and your laughter. after a few minutes, you both found an old, small gazebo at the edge of the course, small, quiet, and the perfect place to escape the storm.

breathing heavily, caleb pulled you in, you both collapsing into the small space, the rain coming down hard around you. the air smelled fresh, earthy, and cool, but the proximity between you two in such an intimate space was enough to make your pulse race.

caleb stood beside you, his chest rising and falling with each breath, eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach flip. he steps closer, and everything about the world outside fades away. you can barely hear the thunder over the pounding of your own heartbeat.

"i didn’t think i’d be spending my evening stuck in a gazebo with a cart girl," he said with a teasing grin, the rainwater dripping from his smoky ashen-brown hair. "but i have to admit, this is probably the most fun i’ve had all day."

you glance up at him, and for the first time, you let yourself fully take in the way he’s looking at you. it’s no longer just playful, there’s a hunger in his eyes, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

you shook your head with a small laugh, lightly shoving caleb, then looking out at the rain. "well, it’s not how i imagined spending my evening either."

he took a step closer, the space between you narrowing, and for a moment, the world outside the gazebo seemed to disappear. the storm raged on, but inside, it was just the two of you.

his eyes dropped to your lips, and you caught the movement. your breath hitched, the air between you suddenly thick with something that neither of you had been brave enough to address until now. you’d been dancing around each other for weeks, but now, with the rain pounding against the roof and the quiet intimacy of being stuck together, it felt like the tension had finally reached its peak.

he reached out slowly, push a wet braid out of your face, his touch gentle but electric. his hand lingered on your face, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. he was so close now, close enough that you could hear his soft breath, could smell the subtle cologne mixed with rain and something just... him.

"how long do you think we’ll be stuck here?" he asked, his voice low, teasing but with an edge of something else, something more serious.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile as the words felt stuck in your throat. "does it matter?"

"no," he whispered, his thumb tracing your jawline gently. "i don’t think it does."

the silence stretched between you two, filled only with the sound of the rain. his gaze dropped from your lips to your eyes, searching for any hesitation. there was none. you felt the same pull, the same desire, and you could no longer deny it.

before you could second-guess yourself, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, soft at first but with a growing intensity that left you breathless. the kiss was slow, exploratory, like you were both savoring the moment like you had finally reached the point where neither of you could hold back anymore.

as the kiss deepened, your hands found their way to the front of his soaked shirt, pulling him closer. his hands slipped around your waist, tugging you into him, the heat from his body mingling with the coolness of the rain.

caleb pushed you up against the glass wall of the gazebo, while continuing to pull you into him, grabbing roughly, as if to keep you from escaping. “i want you…. so badly.” escaping his lips, between kisses. “wanted you for so long.”

he breaks the kiss only for a moment, his eyes full of adoration and desire, searching yours for confirmation.

you nod breathlessly, the tension from the past few weeks finally exploding in this gazebo. “caleb, i want you too....need you” you reply, continuing to kiss and grind into him.

“caleb…please.” you whisper, now with a throbbing heat growing between your legs.

caleb, in a silent understanding, moves his hands from your waist to your tits, grabbing handfuls of both roughly while you continued to grind into him. “so pretty…please [name], need you so bad” caleb says with a whine, removing your shirt. you simply allow him, wiggling your body in aid to his efforts.

he bends over, popping one of your tits in his mouth, while continuing to fondle the other. you gasp and whine back in response, tracing your fingers along his face that was beneath you, running your fingers through his drenched hair.

caleb moves one hand from your chest, trailing down, while tugging down the band of your tennis skirt. “take this off,” caleb purred like a man starved, mouth still full.

he parts for a moment as you obey his request, ditching the now dirty, white tennis skirt. caleb puts one of your tits back into his mouth, sucking harder as he slides a finger in your pussy after pushing aside your now —though not from the rain, soaked panties.

“ahh! shiit” you moan as caleb thrusts his finger in and out of your soaked cunt. his mouth leaves your tit and his finger leaves your cunt, as he stands, picking you up, once again attaching you to the wall as he greedily kisses from your lips, down to your neck, to your chest, finally trailing back down to between your thighs.

“can i taste her [name]” he asks, looking at you with a lust-filled hunger in his eyes. “please” you mewl in response as he dips down, dragging his tongue up and down your soaked cunt while holding you up onto his shoulders. you reach behind you, grabbing onto the wall as he devours you.

“caleb ahh~ fuck!” you moan as you grab a fistful of his smoky hair causing him to moan and suck harder, sending vibrations to your clit.

“this what you wanted [name]?” he moans into you, increasing his pace, flattening out his tongue as he licks stripes from near your ass up to your clit. you buck your hips into his face, only being supported by his strong arms and the wall behind you. “mmm~ yesss!” you whine, bucking harder, while being cautious from only being supported by caleb’s shoulders. “fuck! i’m gonna-“

“you’re gonna what?” he replied condescendingly, continuing his assault on your clit. “what are you going to do? hm?” his tone sets you off, “gonna cum! please!” you scream, pulling him into you harder while bucking into him more.

“give it to me [name], please, you know what i want..what i need.” he whines, continuing his pace aggressively while coaching you through your orgasm. “fuck ohmygod yess!” you scream as your orgasm washes over you, coating caleb’s chin in your essence.

while still coming down from your high, caleb gently lets you off his shoulders, kissing you gently, but aggressively. he’s unbelievably hard now and determined to make you his. he spins you around, pressing you back against the glass wall of the gazebo. he frees himself from the confines of the wet, neatly tailored pants he adorned as well as the high-end briefs, leaving no longer any of the refinements of skyhaven country club, but only the two, rawly, [name] and caleb.

“wanted you for so long, please be mine [name],” he begs, while lining himself along your entrance. the teasing causing you to push back into him. “stop teasing,” you mewl. “not yet, fuck, tell me you’re mine.” he whines, slapping his length up along your folds, and slightly thrusting. “fuck, i always wa~ah” you don’t get to finish your statement as he sinks into you, though the message was well received. his pace starts rhythmic, moving your boho braids aside to kiss you lovingly up your back, as he slides in and out of you. loving the sounds of your pathetic whines.

“fuh~ah caleb faster!” you moan. “not yet. tell me again,” he purred, teasingly, “what?” you cried out, “tell me you’ll be mine, again, [name],” he moans, slowing his rhythmic pace to an aching rate.

“i’m yours caleb! always was, fuuck!” you sob, caleb kissing along your neck, with his pace now showing his hunger and desperation for you. “and i’m yours, always” he releases in a breath, then another kiss to your back, moving back up to push your head up into the wall of the gazebo to maintain his brutal, but loving pace.

you attempted reach around to grab onto his hand against your head, tears brimming your eyes, chest bouncing with each thrust. “fuck, fuck, fuuck! ~it’s so good!” “such a sloppy pussy, fuck” caleb grunts, “my pussy”

“yesss your pussyyy,” you cry out, clenching onto caleb’s dick.

“make a mess on it, on me, please [name], i need it, fuuck!” that was all it took before your orgasm washed over you again, hard, toes curling against the hard floor, and eyes rolling back. caleb continued his sloppily thrusts into you before pulling himself out and painting your beautiful skin with his seed.

you fall limp into his arms as he gently kisses your forehead. he carries you like his bride, sitting you prettily in his lap in one of the small armchairs present in the gazebo.

the rain had ceased by now, leaving the air fresh and crisp, the scent of wet earth lingering in the stillness around you. the calmness of the night caused the world outside to feel like it had paused, holding its breath, just like you both were. you pulled away slightly, both of you smiling softly, an unspoken understanding between you clear. he brushed a wet strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything shifting into something new. now, sitting there together, there was no uncertainty, no second-guessing. it was just the two of you, content in this new chapter, the sound of lingering raindrops retreating into the distance as you finally embraced the quiet peace of simply being together.

~gg ♡

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