Beacons

40s/any pronouns welcome to Beacons Bangers This is your blog/repost host, Beacons we don't know what we are doing around here but we are doing it and trying our best don't yell at me or i'll cry MDNI 18+

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Rafayel I've been meaning to tell you, I want you to call me prince instead of princess. This might seem sudden to you but then again you've always read me like an open book. I dream that once I escape from the palace with you, I can dress and be l the man I've always been.

Sincerely your groom. <3

If Prince is the name that lets you breathe a little easier, then I will call you nothing else. Not because you asked, but because it is true. Titles given by a kingdom mean very little to me. I care only for the one you choose for yourself.

And when we leave this place, when, not if, I will see to it that the world does not dare question you.

You won’t be confined to gardens or glass walls. No more pretending. No more being admired for something that was never yours to begin with. You will walk beside me as you are, dressed how you wish, seen as you wish… lived as you wish.

Though… I must warn you. If you entrust me with dressing you as a man you’ve always been, I will be thorough. Perhaps dangerously so. I won’t settle for convincing. I’ll make you undeniable.

And if anyone dares to look at you and see anything less, they will learn very quickly that I am not known for my patience.

[hunterrami]

Fem!zayne's snack time

[f3v3rdr3am5]

throw me a (fish)bone ⋆‧౨ৎ˚♥𝜚࿔

— in which the full moon and ebb day happen to coincide, and decisions must be made. who gets to have you all to themself?

ft: rafayel and valko x reader (notice how i didn't say separate? ;) cw: !! mdni. very suggestive notes: I STAND WITH MY CANCELLED HUSBAND. all the 'theorizing abt 6th li' videos on my fyp got me into this game in the first place?? and now he's LOST MEDIA?? 😭my condolences to all the wolfie fans. and his poor voice actors 😭 and the dev team 😭 what a TERRIBLE decision by infold anyway i wrote this before the News broke. i was so excited to see what his actual texting style would be :')

BONUS:

[livanavier]

[beaconsxd]

Party pooper

God forbid women have hobbies

[paperlotus613]

🤍(?)🧵| Luteal Love | Caleb 🍎

CW: mental health themes / ↻+♡ appreciated

You let him in through your phone’s security system, forcing yourself out of bed just enough to give him a half-assed greeting. “Why are you here?” you ask.

Caleb walks in carrying a bunch of things. “To bring your favorite takeout. And ice cream. And chocolate. And flowers. And the DAA hoodie you tried on at my place and liked so much. I thought you might want to wear it,” he says sweetly, setting everything down.

They were all your favorites. He even remembered that you loved peonies, you’d only mentioned it once in passing.

Caleb takes a look at you. He sees a stained oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, loose sweatpants, unwashed hair & face half-hidden behind the tightened hood.

“You look pretty cute for someone depressed,” he tries to cheer you up. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect. “You think this is funny, Caleb?” His smile doesn’t fade, neither his determination to lift your mood. “Not at all. That’s why I wanted to bring you some things,” he says softly.

“I said I didn’t want you to come over. I didn’t want you to see me… like this. Why couldn’t you just listen to me?”

Caleb steps closer, trying to pull you into a hug, but you immediately take a step back. “No, I don’t want a hug, Caleb! I want you to leave!” you blurt out, frustrated tears filling your eyes as you glance at the gifts he brought, feeling extremely guilty.

Caleb stays still, refusing to look away from you. “I know. I know you said that. But I needed to do something for you. I couldn’t just leave you by yourself in this state,” he explains calmly.

“The only thing you could’ve done for me was not come here. I didn’t want you doing things for me nor seeing me like this. Caleb, I’m not rational right now. I’m impulsive, I’m angry, I’m mean, I’m overly sensitive, I’m in pain, I look like shit, I feel like shit!”

“Okay?” he says ,”then be all that. Just don’t be all that alone.” His eyes are soft, at least you think they are. Your vision is still blurred with tears.

“You don’t understand, Caleb! I’m not a good person right now—so just go, please. I told you I didn’t want you here, you’ve ignored that and shown up anyway with… all this stuff. Which is super kind, but I didn’t ask for it, now I feel forced to show gratitude, be nice to you, but I don’t have the energy to do this right now.”

Caleb is watching and listening attentively. You take a deep breath and continue: “And this is exactly why I didn’t want you here. I yell at you, I’m angry at you for no fucking reason, for looking out for me, now I owe you, and I don’t want to feel this way, but you force me to put in effort, but this is no phase where I can afford to do that. And now you’re stuck seeing me like this and hearing the ugly thoughts out loud, and I really didn’t want you to. I just want to be in bed alone, crying, shutting everything out, waiting for the suicidal thoughts to pass when my period starts so I can feel even a little bit normal again and show you my better side again.”

You breathe out again.

Caleb stands there for a second too long in your opinion, so you decide to shove him toward the door. Instead, he catches your wrist and pulls you closer.

“What? You think this will push me away? You’re saying this is your ugliest side?” You struggle against the hug, his grip is firm. It annoys you to your core. “Yes!! Now let go! I’m being an awful person.” “Not really. But go on, if that helps,” he replies, his grip not loosening.

“But I don’t want to.” “I thought you said you couldn’t help it?” “I can’t.” “Then don’t hold back.”

“But you don’t deserve this, Caleb. I’m doing fine without you. I’m used to going through this by myself. I don’t need you playing the hero. You can’t fix this… or me.” “Who says I want to fix anything?” he asks quietly. “I just want to be by your side.”

“Right, pfft. You say that now because this is the first time you’re actually seeing it. You still think you can play savior. Maybe not my next luteal phase, but give it 6 or 8 months. Eventually, you’ll get fed up with me being 50% of the time in a month the worst person to have around. Spare yourself — and spare me — the pain and just go. I don’t want you sticking around.”

Caleb sighs. He loosens his grip slightly, crouching down to your level but while still holding your arms.

“No chance,” he says. “Caleb, LEAVE!” “So you’re saying you’d leave me too once you see my ugly sides?” he asks. You click with your tongue, annoyed from his comparison. “Of course not, but it’s different! What ugly sides do you even have? Accidentally using too much salt? Not liking cilantro?” A faintly amused huff leaves him, though it’s more a form of showing his disbelief. “You really think I don’t have ugly sides?” His gaze drifts for a moment as he searches for the right words. “You just haven’t seen them yet because I try SO HARD not to show them. But I won’t always be able to hide them. You’ll see the real me eventually, and yeah… part of me is terrified you won’t like your perfect Caleb anymore, realise what an ugly Monster I am. But I’d rather have you hating me, yet by my side, than not have you at all.”

“That’s—Caleb, I… I would never leave or hate you,” you whisper, hurt that he would even think that. Caleb gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “You say that now. But maybe in six or eight months, you’ll change your mind,” he says, throwing your own argument back at you.

You sigh, unable to completely suppress the defeated smile that escapes you. “Hm? What was that? Did I see someone smile?” he teases gently. “Stop it. I don’t feel like it, Caleb,” you hiss back. “Alright, alright. But that one second of a smile in a month would be enough for me to not let you push me away.”

He gets up, grabs his hoodie, the ice cream, and two spoons. „Now, you swap your hoodie for mine, I’ll change into something comfy too, and we eat ice cream in bed. Or not. You can cry instead. Blame me. Hate me. Ignore me. But do all of that while I’m physically next to you, please.”

The two of you crawl into bed together.

You lie in bed for the next 16 hours, eyes closed, his faint breathing is the only thing keeping you together. Using this form of escapism to cope with all of this may feel comforting at first, yet somehow hurts even more once reality comes crawling back in. When you open your eyes again, you see the game app has reset to its main screen. It crashed overnight.

{Permission to reupload as a visualiser for this fic! Fic idea was on my mind for a while and when I saw her artwork, it just fit perfectly. ! }{Artwork credits Korin Archives (X) | Instragram} 🥀 A little PMDD & maladaptive daydreaming awareness in this story, because I’ve been struggling with both for half my life. 🥀

[crowfish-brainrot]

I have nothing to say for myself other than I was out there having Thoughts again. Crossposted from tt, and updated to include Valko!

We all know he's a FREAK. His eyes immediately go dark. Tilts his head to the side. Smiles (Xavier girlies know the one!) and says "say that again," when you do, he curses under his breath and starts getting handsyyyy

Probably pulling you down into his lap. Def biting your neck.

He's hard. Grinding you into it. Telling you to be a good girl for him

Will call you babygirl/Princess for suuuure. But like, in the slightly degrading way that makes your pussy flutter. Tbh, I think this is his preferred title.

will ask if you just wanna call him that or if you want to make him one bc the man is down for both.

Pinches the bridge of his nose. He's not a fan of it at first. But if you say it in just the right tone in his ear, soft & desperate? Say "Daddy, please"? He's gone. Loves it.

Will make you ask and thank him with that title tbh. Prepare for "Yes, Daddy" to become your standard response.

Probably still prefers Doctor (he worked hard for that title after all, and the way you say it just makes him hard) but definitely enjoys this title too once you say it the right way.

if you come out with a "Zaddy" he will roll his eyes so hard. Maybe gives you a lil spank on the ass.

First response is probably the head turn of ?!, then he smirks. The dangerous one. Will pin you to the wall, look down at you, and say "what was that, cutie?" Won't let it go until you say it again, and then he's gonna fuck you right there. Hard. Till you're a sobbing mess, and then he will make you ask again and again for his come.

He loves power games so he will play this up. True switch. By calling him this, you set the roles for the session & he's down to go with the flow with you. As a D-type, he's *hard* & I think even more so with this title. Your is getting your ass slapped for suuuuureeeeee

He prefers it when you call him God because of obvious reasons but again, it's you, so he's happy to go with the flow.

He knows Daddy doesn't have to a gendered title in these games, and he will throw it back at you when he wants to be your toy, or if you correct him when he's being extra bratty. He'll use Mommy if you prefer but yeah, he's definitely switching off with you!

laughs. Low. Dangerous. Pats his lap. "Is that what you want me to be for you tonight, kitten?" when you sit down he'll grab you, pull you close, and say the most unholy things in your ear, telling you every single thing he plans on doing to you. Will make you tell him exactly what you want with a well timed "use your words, sweetie" be we all know you're blushing & fluttering.

He spoils you anyway, but the more you call him that the worse it gets. He loves providing for you anyway, and this is only going to make it worse. So. Much. Worse.

You can call him *anything* & he's hard because it's you. Daddy, Master, Sir, baby, lizard, your little crow. Doesn't matter. Loves it all.

Will flip it back on you once he trusts you enough to swap roles. He wants to be used. Owned. Tamed by you and you alone. So he's gonna flip the script and give you the most brattiness to get you to put him in his place 👀👀👀

I honestly can see him either LOVING IT or absolutely DESPISING IT. For the sake of this, I'm gonna say he's into it bc he's a FREAK & we love him for it. Immediately hard. Throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom kinda hard.

Will put you on your knees and have your mouth go to work because you "can't help but say dangerous things". Comes in your then makes you thank him for it. Once that's done? He's pinning you down with his evol and FEASTING.

Like Sylus, call him any term of endearment & he's Only somehow worse???? Like he can barely control himself at all with you, especially when you say things in a needy voice. However, I think he does prefer just to hear you say his name. Bc he's the one doing all this to you.

Like Xavier, he'll ask if you just wanna call him that or make him one. Bc he's kinda hopes it's the second one & he WILL tell you that.

His initial reaction is a head tilt. Then his tail wags, fast in the way that gives away his excitement. He approaches you, pulls you into his lap. He looks at you through his glasses, those golden eyes sparkling with something like mischief as he cups your face. "What was that, doll?" and when you say it again, he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Big fan of power games, so he'll play into this. You decided the roles, and he'll be whatever you need him to be. Will tell you everything he's going to do to "his precious babygirl/Princess" right in your ear. Will make you say "Yes, Daddy" and "Please, Daddy" over and over again. He's not a super hard Dom, but I wouldn't call him a Pleasure Dom, either. He's going to keep you in check, but how mean he is about it depends on how bratty you've been.

He loves taking care of you as it is. You're his mate, the foundation of his pack. This makes it so much worse. He's going to spoil the fuck out of you more than ever as this becomes a habit.

Will end up with him begging to breed you because you take his knot so well, and look how well he takes care of you????? It's mostly his knot talking, when this happens, but if you say yes????? You aren't leaving that bed until he's certain it takes.

I need all six of them to ruin me all at once. Also, is this a safe place for me to say I have a mental list of who is "Least to Most Daddy"? bc I do. While I think they all COULD be Daddy, there is a ranking. Maybe I'll post that. Eventually 🤣

[atzeroo]

Lookalike - Zayne X MC

To his own surprise, Zayne looks very similar to a famous dating-sim character. ─ .✦ university/collegeAU, Friends to more, secret feelings, feelings realization ─ .✦ word count: 3k a/n: does this count as breaking the 4th wall? I found this in my drafts a while ago and realized I never finished it, so.. I did!

"Excuse me for asking, but has someone ever told you that you look very similar to a certain game character?"

With a familiar giggle playing in the back of his head and his ears turning a slight shade of pink, Zayne can only nod in defeat before he hands the cashier the exact change for his drink, "I have", he admits, now unable to meet their eyes as he feels too embarrassed about being stared at, "I, uh, I'm not doing it on purpose though"

The cashier giggles, a small blush drawn across her cheeks, "Oh, that's not what I was thinking at all! Just wanted to let you know that you are very handsome! As is that character — he is my favorite!" she chirps handing him his drink that he now feels even more self conscious about: a literal sugar bomb of whipped cream over sweetened coffee, topped with an extra serving of caramel syrup, "Have a great day!"

"..you too."

"Let me guess: it happened again"

Zayne gives you that silent look which all but says 'how could you possibly tell?' which you can hear in that gentle and deep voice of his, before he slides into the seat across from you with a sigh. He nods meekly, as you burst into a small giggle, and tries to hide the warmth of his face by taking a deep gulp from his sweet drink. "I'm just in my casual wear today", he mutters, looking down at himself and then facing you again, "Do I really stand out that much?"

You can't help but chuckle once more, taking in the sight of him as you take a sip of your own coffee, "I don't think that's the issue here", you note, and when he only responds by raising his eyebrow, you go on, "Well, you are quite tall, Zayne, but the point is that you are also very attractive"

He blushes. For some reason the compliment coming from your mouth does a lot more damage to his heart than the one from the barista just minutes ago. "..Well, thank you", he mutters, taking another sip of his drink to hide how embarrassed he was feeling. It's not like he had deliberately asked you for flattery; he was genuinely asking because he was concerned about looking weird. It wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure.

You two deem it the famous: does Zayne understand color theory? problem where he sometimes shows up with a combination of shirts and pants so random (and almost hideous) to you, you wonder if he had checked himself in the mirror before. There is a reason you like to accompany him when shopping together: one, because Zayne loves his simple button downs although he owns a bunch of them already and needs to be stopped, and two, because he occasionally needs the little nudge of "Oh, this one looks nice" that convinces him to try something new.

But he looks good today. You may be slightly biased when you say this because you two have been friends for years at this point, but Zayne is a pretty good looking guy, especially when he's dressed in that heavenly combination of a soft cardigan and some beige slacks.

Alright, so maybe your feelings haven't been the most platonic at this point. But it's kind of hard when Zayne is almost exclusively this nice to you, something so gentle in his gaze when he's around you that all the people in your close circle can attest to. And it would be a lie to say he hasn't made your heart jump once or twice on the occasion, always the gentleman when it comes to caring for you, especially when you need his help for something.

"All jokes aside, the thing is, you just happen to exist in the very same timeline as that popular dating sim which has been going viral since its release", you finally add with a giggle when you see how red his ears had turned, "and I definitely see the similarity with you and that doctor guy-"

"Not you too" Zayne sighs, "I think I had my fair share of people telling me I look like him, but if you start doing it, I might just believe it to be actually true-"

His eyebrows are furrowed when he reaches for his drink again, a big gulp of whipped cream needed to get over that nightmare of a thought. Disgruntled, Zayne shakes his head, earning another giggle from you, "I really wouldn't like that.."

It started a couple of months ago when you two were out for lunch once. You had been mid-chew on your sandwich when a group of teenagers had approached your table, excited giggles and whispers accompanying them as they asked to take a picture with him.

Now, of course the confusion sat high. Zayne looked absolutely devastated to have been interrupted in the middle of his well-earned lunch after he just got out from a long lecture, eyes quietly holding a conversation with you that all but said 'I don't know what is happening right now, say something please'.

And at first you simply believed that they happened to be one of his many admirers; Zayne's name is pretty famous around campus actually, not only for his good looks but also because of his many achievements in research that it wouldn't be uncommon for someone to talk to him when you two were out together. But you noticed something was different this time when you spotted a key-chain on one of their bags that looked eerily similar to the man in front of you.

Turns out, there is this very popular game among young people right now where one of the main characters (who you apparently are able to date in-game!) looks almost exactly like Zayne. Like, it's genuinely scary how similar they are, even down to the fact that that certain character is a doctor and Zayne is actually studying to become one right now.

The joke is literally just writing itself at this point.

But the encounters don't stop here. About twice a month, Zayne would tell you how someone approached him holding up some type of merchandise of said game, complimenting him on how he managed to look exactly like that character, sometimes even going as far as asking for a picture. And Zayne — being the dry and indifferent guy he is — would always respond in some variation of apathy. He didn't hate the idea of being compared to some fictional character, he just didn't like that someone would think he is doing it on purpose when he's just being himself and going on about his life.

Now a small, very minuscule secret you haven't told Zayne yet, is that you actually ended up caving and downloading very said game about a month ago. It intrigued you, alright? You were curious and wanted to know what it is about that game that made people come up to Zayne with such excitement in their voices that you couldn't help but go and look it up yourself. And yeah, maybe that dating aspect was a major selling point as well.

It only took a week for the app to win your heart over. The story was interesting, the events a lovely touch and sure enough, a certain doctor character did manage to make your heart skip a beat when you realized that he indeed did look and somehow act like your best friend.

There was a situation once where — a couple of days after you unlocked some romance dialogue in-game — meeting Zayne's eyes got a tiny bit awkward. Luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed as much; too busy with school and reports to have noticed the little blush on your face when his eyes met yours in the middle of a conversation. And you have since tried your hardest to practice that poker face, so that every time Zayne says something that comes very close to something you have heard in-game before, you don't break into a full-on fluster.

Good thing you are well practiced in this. You have been doing this for years after all, once you had realized you may or may not have a huge crush on your best friend of over ten years: the mask was on again, any possible feelings pushed down because you couldn't ever let him know that what you are feeling about him is all but simply friendly.

And the thing is, Zayne was never supposed to find out about this little secret of yours. There was literally no reason he would ever find out, too.

That is, until that one fateful day when you handed him your phone with naive confidence, asking him to look through your pictures because you wanted to show him the different types of pastries you had gotten when out on a cafe date with some friends earlier that week.

This is not a one-time occurrence for you after all: Zayne and you have no secrets from each other, so you use each other's phones to look things up on the occasion, order food for pick-up and even send each other your location at least twice a week just because that's what your friendship has always been like.

But the thing is, you have forgotten that you have recently saved a bunch of pictures of your favorite doctor when playing a bunch, a whole folder of screenshots plopping up in the corner of his eyes when he is casually scrolling through and smiling as he looks at all the pictures and various angles you have taken. Zayne freezes, his hands stop moving and his eyes are fixated on the folder without saying another word. Considering he's always been quiet when looking at something, you didn't think that anything seemed off about him at first, so you continue giving him a detailed run-down of the place without a worry, until you realize: Zayne is being awfully quiet.

Because the thing is, you know him so well, right?

Quiet Zayne, because he is listening and doesn't mind talking is very different from the quiet Zayne, who is genuinely speechless or shocked about something, and therefore not talking to you. And this one was the latter.

It takes you about five seconds that feel like minutes as your brain processes this scene in front of you, another two seconds to remind yourself what you had been up to last night and then at least two embarrassed tries to pry your phone out of his hands with your whole face burning up in sheer humiliation.

"Oh my god!"

"…I never thought you would be the type to-"

"DON'T. SAY. ANOTHER. WORD-"

Zayne opens his mouth to retort, but upon seeing how distraught you look, hands trying to cover your face as you let out a horrified groan, he shuts it, lips drawn together into a thin line. He silently watches as you go through every stage of grief in mere seconds, quietly screaming at yourself then cursing at your phone in anger as if it wasn't you who had taken those photos while giggling and kicking your feet last night when in bed. And then, finally, you turn to look at him.

"Please pretend you didn't see anything."

"..I-"

"No actually, let's just end things here. I'm going home. Pretend you don't know me, that we are total strangers and that I'm some sort of hypocrite who has gone totally crazy and who-"

"…What makes you think I'd be fine ending our relationship over something like this?"

"'Something like this'!? Zayne, I'm absolutely mortified about this, you were NEVER supposed to know-"

"But it's nothing to be embarrassed over, isn't it?" he calmly responds, "If you enjoy playing it, then why should I be bothered by it?"

"..you certainly looked spooked about it."

"Well, I was surprised… You never talked about playing that game"

"I thought it would be awkward to tell you..! since, well, you know-" your hands are gesturing around the air nervously, trying to explain it without saying the words out loud, "y-you look like the character.. I ended up liking"

Zayne doesn't answer. He's quietly blinking, and that in return, only manages to make you even more nervous. That's his look when he's thinking about something and trying to be careful with his words.

"..honestly, at this point, I'd rather you catch me naked or in the middle of changing" you blurt out, your ears feeling warm, "I'm changing topics: did you look at the pictures of the pastries?"

He looks a bit taken aback, a small blush drawn across his cheeks, and then smiles, "..I did. Looked great."

For a while the topic kind of dies down. You go on about your day while logging in for your dailies at night, and every other day you are out with Zayne for lunch, you hear some people fawn over him from the distance while wearing a proud smile on your face. He looks a bit less uncomfortable about getting recognized these days, asking you for some quote he could say back when people compliment him for what you would technically call a 'typical Zayne fit'. He's being a good sport about it, and for some reason it makes the line between in-game character and real-life best friend grow eerily thin over time.

"Are we still on for dinner later tonight?"

You gaze up from your phone, "…hm?"

"Dinner. You wanted to try out that new Italian place near campus last time we passed by" Zayne shows you a picture of the restaurant which you can vaguely remember if you think about it hard enough, "You should be free later, right?"

"…actually-"

"Another assignment? Or a drinking party?"

"Bold of you to assume I'm that busy that I'd cancel dinner over those things" you shake your head, chuckling, "I need to finish the event today."

"…the 'event'?"

"The birthday event! I have to finish all the stages and read the new chapters that are out" you turn your phone around to show him how you are already logged into your favorite dating sim, the doctor in the middle of the screen as he is telling you about how you should make sure to get enough rest today, "It's ending today and I have to catch up"

Zayne looks dumbfounded, or in nicer words, very taken aback about being rejected by you, for what he thinks must be the first time ever, especially since it's about grabbing food together. His eyebrows are furrowed as he watched the way your eyes shine as they stare at your screen, a muffled giggle making it past your lips in a way he certainly doesn't like.

"…It's that Italian place though" he tries once more, his voice smooth as he tries to convince you not to choose a game and some random event over years of friendship.

"Next time, for sure, but today's a no go. If I miss this, I'm not able to forgive myself"

There's something bubbling up inside of him, he doesn't quite understand. For a while, Zayne has felt pretty uncomfortable hearing about that game people always compared him to, but since finding out that you've been playing it (and going out of your way to choose him as your favorite character), he has tried to be cordial about it. The way your eyes light up when he responds to a compliment with a thank you rather than blatant denial, has made him feel less annoyed about it all, especially when he sees how happy you get when interacting with other people about it. He's satisfied seeing you happy.

…Is what he thought at first, until just about right now.

"You have me right in front of you yet you'd rather play that game?"

He didn't mean for his voice to sound as sharp as it did. But as the words make it past his lips, and you lift your head up looking absolutely shocked about what he just said to you, you two resume to stare at each other in utter silence for a moment. His face starts turning a beautiful shade of pink, his mouth opening to try to explain himself, but he's too embarrassed to and rather hides it behind his hands in a way very similar to how you did when he found out that you played that dating sim a couple of weeks ago.

"W-What are you saying?" your voice is trembling, your face flushed, "Don't make jokes like that"

"…I'm not joking"

Your heart is racing, your thoughts running wild — is this actually happening right now? "No, you don't understand what you are saying at all" you mutter, "I'm going to misunderstand-"

"Then misunderstand." Your head whips up again, and Zayne is full-on blushing now. His eyes are not averting from you at all, calm and beautifully green like they always are, holding your gaze so you can't think about getting out of this, "I won't mind if you do."

Maybe he knew already the moment you'd told him who your favorite character was, or maybe he knew even earlier and has always been kind enough to let it pass.

Whatever it may be, never had you thought that years of secret pining came down to this single moment; the words you have always wanted to tell him sitting on top of your tongue, just waiting to spill the moment you let go of that promise you've made to yourself years ago. It's scary how quickly he had gotten that wall you have put up to crumble; but maybe it's because his eyes look at you like that, that a part of you can't help but get your hopes up.

"..I'll help you with that event when you get tired later, so let's still do that dinner. We can stop by my place afterwards — I feel like there's a lot we have to talk about, don't we?"

[kalliagalaxy]

Valko Meds Reminder PNGs I made! 🐺 Shoutout to @cairoblair for inspiring me to dive into the idea cooking in my head 😄 💜 These are for anyone to use, just keep my signature on there is all! - Kallia🌌

[oceanwolf26]

Drew this for twt but i realized im nearly at 2k on here too! 🥹 Thank you guys for supporting me and enjoying my little drawings 🥰

[rin-lemurian]

[cutiebunnyapplefairy]

Hmmm for the sea god I am absolutely trying to stick my tongue down his urethra and suck his pre-cum like it's a straw.

Respectfully of course!

[coralreefqueen-ao3]

Produce Passion

Pairing: 18+ | Zayne x Reader

Tags: Friends with benefits, drabble, feelings realization, domestic setting, low stakes, fluff, one-shot, light smut, kissing, parking lot shenanigans, mentions of sex, explicit language, dirty talk, mentions of inappropriate uses of vegetables, Zayne's impeccable restraint -> Zayne's erotic loss of it

Summary: "I love you," he rasped, navigating to your neck, "couldn't you tell by the way I fucked you."

Word Count 1.7k

Let me walk you through this one. Writer's block -> love for Zayne -> asking best friend for random prompts -> wanting to prove I can write a one-shot that doesn't progress into a full blown story (this almost became a whole story - don't ask) -> produce aisles and cucumbers. My first time writing for Zayne!

"Prove it then," you challenged, "prove you don't have feelings for me."

Hazel eyes remained gentle, calm, composed in that brutal way you found infuriating. Long fingers were curled around the handle of the shopping cart, the evening's dinner compiled in the basket, the ice cream beginning to melt. What had started as a tame shopping trip had quickly escalated into conflict. 

Because last night, when Zayne had taken you atop his desk in his home office, something within your heart had shifted violently. His soft voice whispering into your ear, his precise hands bracketing your waist, and his piercing eyes - fervent with passion, wild with ecstasy. All attributes you wanted to savor for a lifetime. 

"That is a rather bold conclusion," Zayne responded, reaching above his head to snatch a produce bag from the supplied roll. Methodically, he used his fingernails to split the plastic, and began inspecting the bell peppers with an eye only possessed by a doctor. "What evidence have you gathered to make such an accusation?"

"You haven't kissed me."

He faltered, a minute twitch of his index finger as he reached for the piece of fruit he had determined as adequate. Slowly, he deposited the bell pepper into the bag, then grabbed another one. You stepped closer, invading his space. His eyes glanced at you, a simple observation, then he was rounding the cart to place the bag next to the frozen lasagna. 

"Zayne," you prompted, an edge to your voice indicating frustration, "I can't do this anymore."

"The produce section of the grocery store is not where we should be having this conversation," he continued to grab more items, this time, filling a bag with celery. 

His professional demeanor had always attracted you to him: his polite respect for strangers and companions, his near damn perfect posture, his relentless ambition to get things right. It made when he lost control that much more enticing. The filthy words, his blazing eyes, the grunts as he buried himself to the hilt. It was one or the other, no in-between. 

You wanted the domestic side. Yes, shopping together was domestic indeed, but you could do such chores with your friends and family. You wanted the romance, the kisses in the kitchen while cooking, the hugs from behind as he explained the hardships of the day. 

Pining after this man for so many years had its downsides. You were desperate, on the brink of pushing limits, placing him in an uncomfortable situation. 

Around Zayne, you had been calculated. His words were sometimes few, but resonant. If you were about to enter a conversation with the potential to expand, you would become his focal point. And that stare of his, pure as ice, always melted your resolve. 

On a whim, out of fear of the serious, you had navigated a conversation months ago, ultimately settling upon a new dynamic. Friends, you two had forever been, so what was the danger of some benefits? Other men barely caught your interest, and if they did, it was fleeting. Zayne, on the other hand, had been the first person you imagined kissing when those thoughts were born from puberty. 

"Well, you don't seem to want to have this conversation anywhere else," you replied, venom curling your pronunciation. That wasn't true, you knew Zayne would be open to a conversation late in the evening, maybe at the coffee shop you two frequented before work. He would even consider it as you two caught your breath underneath his fancy blankets, skin marked in bites and bruises. 

You were projecting. 

Zayne had moved onto cucumbers. The sleek shine of the vegetable's skin pronounced beneath his pristine hands. He twisted his wrist, scouting for any imperfection. And your brain, lost in some delirium, reminisced. 

His hand had cradled his own erection quite similarly the night prior, near the base, poised so you could sink down upon him easily. That smirk he wore as your rode him sprinkled burning sparks across your skin, and your nails had dug into his chest, a form of restraint to prevent your mouth from finding his. 

You had always taken the initiative, Zayne had always guarded his inhibitions. You wanted his lips fused to yours, his tongue spearing deep and meeting your tenacity.

"Insertion of this vegetable has become more common."

You choked on nothing but your own saliva, "you aren't suggesting we - nevermind."

"No, I was just stating what I had learned at a meeting this week."

You weren’t entirely sure how to carry on the conversation after that. So, you didn’t. Zayne had always been comfortable with silence between you two, and of course, you had too. 

The rest of the grocery trip went by with mindless glances at random products, and occasionally looking at your phone. Zayne kept to his routine, checking expiration dates, comparing prices, and purchasing products only his personal research had approved of. 

It wasn’t long before the cart was tapping the bumper of his car, filled with the reusable bags he had taken from their designated spot in his pantry. Zayne unloaded the groceries into the trunk as you leaned against the passenger side door. Usually, you would aid in emptying the cart, but a petty stubbornness had compelled you to just watch. 

Zayne expressed his own dissatisfaction, huffing when he latched the trunk hatch and walked the cart to its corral. 

You observed, noting his stride, the confidence in his step. You went to open your door, only to find it locked. 

You frowned. 

Zayne strode past his vehicle to meet you at your side. Rotating so you faced him, your back to his car, your mouth opened. 

“What are you -” 

“For once, I won’t ask for permission.” 

His kiss was like ice shattering, a foundation crumbling beneath your feet. 

Zayne was rough.

Zayne was taking control, he was dominating.

And hell, if you didn't devour him in return. 

The handle of the car door dug into your waist, but that was the least of your worries, especially with the doctor bending your back over the curve of the car. Your hair brushed the roof of the chassis, hands grappling onto his upper arms. 

"I've wanted to kiss you," his voice was feather-light, that monotone, yet beautiful timber he often consulted you with, "for quite some time."

"Then why didn't you?"

He considered your question, lips resting over yours. His sharp nose nuzzled your cheek as he playfully nudged you. 

"I knew once I did, I would completely fall."

Your gasp felt unnervingly loud in the parking lot. A shopping cart rattled in the distance, car doors slamming. And here was one of the most composed gentlemen you had ever known, prying your lips apart with his tongue, and sweeping inside to taste. 

His breath punctuated his movement, harsh sounds relaying his desperation. Each smack of your lips drew heat into your abdomen, accumulating, eventually seeping from between your thighs. 

"Please do," you urged, "fall for me completely as I have for you."

His heart thudded against your chest, lips departing from your mouth to trail over your jawline. Above, flakes of snow swirled, caught in the overhead lights of the parking lot. They littered his hair, dots of white against raven-black. Your hand raked over them, the minor chill exhilarating. 

"I love you," he rasped, navigating to your neck, "couldn't you tell by the way I fucked you."

"Perhaps I need to reassess your performance."

His chuckle was saturated in mirth, "I always recommend a reevaluation before submitting final results."

Pain erupted from the slope of your neck, his teeth capturing a portion of skin to pinch. He suckled, each pull confirmed with a messy lick of ease. 

"Where did those pretty sounds go?" He teased. 

"Zayne, we are in public!"

"I'll admit,” he paused, catching his breath, “there's something undeniably addictive about stepping out of line.”

He wasn’t finished. 

“I don’t know where to start with you,” he exhaled, as if restraining those words had been a considerable burden.

With your head tilted back, flakes rested upon the skin of your neck, thawing in time with each swallow. Droplets trailed down to soak your hoodie, and Zayne watched, eyes riveted by the slopes of your body. It gifted you some time to observe his mouth, and how those lips had finally touched yours. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you rose, rising on the toes of your shoes to kiss him. He took one step back, bracing from your momentum. His body always had moved in ways that were subtle, never explosive, always a source of consolation. But his hands grasped, nearly clawing at your hips. An ache registered as he applied pressure, arresting your freedom, and yanking you against him. 

“Feel me,” his demand was carried by a whisper, hands roaming to your rear, nails digging into your flesh through your sweatpants. Your hiss was stolen by his ministrations, your body surrendering to his lead. “Feel exactly what you do to me.” 

You did. Pressed this close together, his length nudged against your navel. 

There was a joke buried in this situation, one hinting at the use of a cucumber. You would have verbalized it if it wasn’t for the onslaught of his lust. 

Your leg steepled, hooking your knee over the jut of his hip, cradling his cock in the vent of your heat. All he had to do was push your waistband down, undo his zipper, and vault his hips forward, sinking deep into the crease of your cunt. 

If he had wanted. 

Zayne wouldn’t. 

“The ice cream is melting,” he noted despite the reaction of his body as he lurched, driving the crown of his arousal over the outline of your pussy. “And we have perishables.” 

You knew him too well. 

“So shall we go?” You suggested. 

“It’s not safe to drive when distracted,” he reasoned. 

His hand dug into his pocket, procuring his keys. The car beeped, his arm outstretched, hand grasping the handle for the backseat. Your heart stumbled to a near stop, your limbs would be tangled in the narrow space provided, the windows would fog, and the chassis might rock. 

Zayne had a plan, the glint of his eyes ensuring security. 

With a voice laden in satin, he ordered regardless, 

“Get in.”

This had been in my drafts since February 23rd - yikes

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[crowfish-brainrot]

This went up on my tiktok FOREVER ago so I'm finally bringing it here because thinking about this gives me the giggles. Updated to include Valko!

With a lil bit of heat, too! So fair warning!

Your place smelling like warm, gooey, chocolatey goodness woke him up out of his most recent coma. He let himself in and shoveled two in his mouth while he waited for you to appear so he could thank you properly for the dessert.

You come out of the bathroom in something comfortable and so thin he sees every curve of your body. It takes him a second to register the question about the brownies. He nods as he approaches you. You get to him first, a rush of apologies flowing from your mouth. You cup his face, saying something about how you feel so guilty and he doesn't understand why until you explain. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. "I was going to play video games and watch movies with you tonight anyway. It'll be fine, we just need to order extra takeout."

High Xavier is such a vibe. You're locked on the couch with him, cuddled against his chest. He's always handsy, but he's more so now, keeping as much of his body as possible against yours. He gets really silly and animated from the brownies. You're laughing so hard it hurts.

Predictably, he gets the munchies, but when you offer him the spread on your coffee table, he shakes his head. A kiss on your neck highlights his intentions. Pretty blue eyes lock onto yours with a "Can I, please?" Saying no to him is impossible. You nod. He works his way down your body, leaving so many bite marks until he arrives at his destination. He locks in and eats. Good luck getting him to stop. You taste so good, and he's never been quite this hungry before.

Zayne comes to pick you up. You aren't quite ready so you invite him inside as you finish up. You forget about the brownies entirely. Zayne eats three of them. They're cut into small pieces. He has the fourth at his lips when you return.

"Zayne! Those brownies are medicinal!!" "What do you mean, darling?" You run over to him, brows drawn tightly together and explain. He puts the last brownie down. His ears are red when he confesses how many he ate. There's no way you two can make that dinner reservation now. You apologize again. He's so unprepared for this. Zayne and substances do not mix, he reminds you. You take him to the couch and apologize yet again.

Once it kicks in? Zayne is a dirty joke king. His filter turns off. Every feral thought in his mind (of which there are several) come out in sharp quips and scandalizing fantasies that have you squeezing your thighs together. He's so touchy, practically clinging to you at every opportunity. Goes through a family size pack of supermarket cookies by himself and complains that he's still hungry and how that makes no sense.

Zayne eventually asks to go lay down, his head on your shoulder. You take him to your bedroom and help him out of his clothes. He's hard, and he pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses you roughly. He's so hungry. In between kisses he mutters "Need you" against your lips. Your clothes fall off. He puts you through the mattress and says filthy things in your ear the entire time.

Rafayel comes to pick you up to go on your weekly date at the arcade. You forgot something in your room, so you leave him for just a second. He sees the brownies and pops two in his mouth without even thinking about it. If he wasn't supposed to eat them, you shouldn't have left them out all defenseless!

You come out of the bedroom and catch him red-handed.

"Those were special brownies, Raf! Gods, you're not human, what are those going to do to you?" Rafayel puts a hand to his chest, hurt glimmering in his eyes. "Did you really try to poison me, cutie? Ya know, if you wanted to take me out, there are easier, less offensive ways..." "What? No! I didn't think--" you're about to burst into tears, and his bright laugh breaks the tension. "Hey, don't cry. It's okay." Your expression sours further, and he laughs so hard he's crying. He pulls you in close and plants a kiss to the top of your head. "It's fiiiiine. It works as an aphrodisiac for Lemurians. Nothing dangerous, but we're going to miss out on the plushies." "Bad fishie!" you whine into his chest. "Don't scare me like that." The bright smile on his face falters a little, and he sighs into your hair. "I'm sorry. Let's order some food, yeah? I'll spend the rest of the night making it up to you, promise."

And he does. On every surface in your house. In the shower. He even tries to get you on the balcony, which surprises you, but he claims its something about the effects of the brownies that need him to make sure he's had you in every room in your place. You end up against the door, and he praises how pretty you look when he has you up against the wall and leaking him.

In between rounds (you have to rest!!!) he has the most fascinating elevated thoughts. Talks about deep things and spouts words so beautiful they're basically poetry. All about you.

Sylus comes over to pick you up for a joyride. He knows what the brownies are. Who do you think gave you the recipe? "How'd they turn out, kitten?"

You offer him some when you get back from your ride. He accepts, eating two. You cuddle up with him on the couch, watching old movies dressed in a shirt of his you've stolen. The two of you are simply enjoying being close to one another.

Honestly this is super vibey all around. Sylus supplied the garden for this and it's the best quality stuff money can buy. He's only ever gardened a few times, not wanting to be vulnerable, but he does this with you. Only you. It might be the first (and only) time you've ever seen him this relaxed, or laugh quite this much. The sound is rich and deep and it makes you want to eat him. You tell him as much. His shirt comes off. "Go ahead, sweetie. Have your fill."

You bite and nibble, and soon enough he gets hungry. He uses his evol to pin you down to the sofa to keep you in place while he has his feast. Good luck getting him to stop, bestie. He's always hungry for you, and right now? He's ravenous.

Caleb walks into your place with arms full of plushies. You run to the bathroom and he zeros in on the brownies. He drops the plushies on the couch and eats four. You made him something for a change! They taste a little weird, though. He doesn't think too much about it. He's just happy you made him something.

You pop out of the bathroom and Caleb smiles at you. "You need to work on your brownie recipe, pips." "Caleb those are MEDICINAL!" you squeak, running over to him. "Ah. That explains it." "I'm so sorry. Let's order some take out and put on a movie or something, okay?"

You apologize but like this isn't the first time he's gardened. He never told you about his college days because he didn't want to be a bad influence, but it seems you didn't need him for that. He questions when you picked up this habit, you told him its for a special occasion and not a regular thing. Looks like he's going to be monitoring who you hang out with even more closely, now. He relaxes, because you're safe, at home, and with him. He uses this time to poke fun at you, tease you, and make a bunch of jokes as you put on a movie you've both seen a hundred times.

He grabs you, keeping you on his lap. He makes it about halfway through the movie before he's kissing you, biting your neck, and grabbing your hips. He takes you on every available surface (including the ceiling!!!!) because you've been naughty. You decide you're going to be so much worse if this is your treatment.

Valko makes his way to your apartment in the middle of the night because your scent has faded, and he can't have that. You aren't answering your phone, though. It's okay. He'll just wait for you to come back. Down the street, he smells it. The sweet, delectable scent of baked goods, melding with your scent. Oh yeah. You were making something. For him, maybe? He hops into your place through your balcony, slipping inside. His nose takes him right to the stinky??? chocolate on your counter. Brownies. Fresh out of the oven. He didn't mean to eat the entire tray, but you weren't there to stop him, and you left them out. And they were chocolate. You know he can't resist that!!! Or you!!!!

You come out of the bathroom followed by a thick wave of steam that smells like your soap. His tail wags excitedly behind him. Its you!!!! It's you!!!!! You jump when you see him, your gun clicking so fast it sends his heart racing as you pull it from behind the door. You catch up with the fact that its just him, and the safety clicks back on, an affectionate smile on your face. Then you notice the evidence. The empty brownie pan. The crumbs all over his face. "Valko!" you chide. "Those were not for puppies!" He doesn't understand. You explain it to him. His cheeks go red and his ears flatten against his head. "I'm sorry, doll. I just...got excited."

You put all 6ft2in of him on your couch -- still only in your towel, he helpfully reminds you -- and so you steal his shirt. Right off his body. He's both amazed by the audacity and also already so hard it hurts. Your scent is masked by the soap, but it's there. Just enough to make him a little dizzy, or is it the brownies?? You cuddle up with him, and your already snuggly, massive doofus of a lover becomes even MORE of a massive, snuggly, doofus. He's so silly, doing everything he can to make you laugh. He gets nippy, and then when he bites you in the right place and you moan....?

Yeah he's begging to fuck you right there on the couch. And he's so cute, and wide-eyed, with his tail wagging that you can't help but say yes. And he apologizes for eating all your brownies by eating you until your voice is hoarse, and your legs are shaking. Only then does he give you his knot. Good luck, bestie. You're gonna be doing this for a while.

as you can see I was possessed by demons for Valko....anyway. :D

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[crowfish-brainrot]

Rafayel & Sylus | Caleb | Xavier & Rafayel | Zayne & Sylus | Xavier & Zayne (this part)

It turns out that Mistakes Were Made but you Faced the Consequences. You're in For it Now that all your men know about each other. Their relationships develop alongside yours, and you end up stuck in the middle, not that you're complaining.

CONTENT NOTES FOR ALL PARTS: 18+ MDNI. LaDs men x MC (you). Smut & Angst. Smut with Feelings. No use of Y/N. Possibly ooc bc I'm still getting back into fanfic. Oral f&m receiving, p in v, p in a, dp, tp, unprotected sex bc its fiction, creampies, softdom!Xavier, brattamer!Zayne, brattyswitch!Rafayel, switch!Sylus, dom!Caleb, brattyswitch!MC, but it's all fluid imo. light bond*ge, sp*nking, size difference, overstimulation, improper use of evol, semi-public sex. Nicknames used in all parts: canon nicknames as well as bunny, princess, love, & darling. F reader. MC is described as being curvy and strong with some fuller titties bc I love titties. MMF+ in almost every part. Unedited. You get this raw (just like our Lads!)

The past few weeks were busy for everyone. An uptick in anomalous energy readings surged through Linkon, keeping you working at all hours of the day and night. Your stress levels hadn't been this high in ages, but with everything going on, you barely had time to breathe, much less engage in stress-relief with your lovers.

Zayne did endless research in his library on the events popping up all over the place. Caleb got called on a surprise mission into the Deepspace Tunnel. Rafayel and Sylus had teamed up on the house hunt, and some other hunting. Ever had been behind so much, and they each had suspicions about this, too. Xavier worked at your side every day, but you'd both spent the last several weeks sleeping at the Association, on call, should anything happen.

And aside from all of that, you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you.

After nearly a full month of endlessly being on-call, you and Xavier were sent on a forced vacation. Two weeks of nothing but rest. Yet what should have been a lighthearted, relieved walk home with takeout held weight and tension that you hadn't seen in Xavier in months.

The last fight went sideways. Xavier pulled a daring move to get the wanderer low enough for you to trap it, but the damn thing opened its maw and headed straight for him. Instinct took over, and you dove in front of him, unleashing a flurry of attacks. The wanderer nearly snapped the top half of your body off. A burst of Xavier's evol pushed it back just enough to miss you. In the end you succeeded and gathered the protocore, stabilized the area, and cleared it, but your partner had seethed ever since. He barely responded when you asked about food.

Yet, his grip on your waist wasn't angry. It reminded you of the way Sylus held you to his chest after that injection. Desperation. He didn't let go of you, and his eyes scanned the horizon for threats, watching. waiting, like he expected something to come out of the darkness and hurt you.

He only relaxed, just a touch, when you entered your apartment building. The elevator slowly moved up to your floor, and his head finally settled on your shoulder. Just for a moment. When the doors opened, he returned to his vigilance, a Knight protecting his Princess. You opened the door, slipping inside with him. Only then did he let you go, and it was only so he could quickly check your apartment. The past few weeks had made both of you paranoid.

You dropped your bag by the door, slipped off your shoes, and set everything on the table. The corset of your uniform slipped off, and you took the first full breath you'd taken in weeks. Your weapons needed maintenance. Sylus would scold you if he saw the condition your guns were in right now, but that needed to wait for tomorrow. Tonight? Tonight you needed to fuck Xavier until he forgave you and fall asleep on his chest without an alarm waking you up in the morning.

You removed the weapon holsters from your body and set them down, verifying everything was unloaded and offline. Xavier silently did the same behind you, his coat and gloves coming off in quiet rustles of fabric and clinks of metal.

"I was fine. Why did you put yourself in danger?" Xavier asked, his voice low and restrained.

"You were not fine, Xav! It was going to take a chunk out of you, I had to do something!" You turned to face him, your brows drawn together.

"And it almost killed you."

"We both know I'm harder than that to take out," you said.

"As am I."

"I'm not going to apologize for loving you, Xavier!" The words hung in the air between you both, heavy in the humid night. You'd danced around the L-word for a long time now, afraid to call all of this what it was because putting the words to the feelings felt like a bad omen. But you had finally said it, and he caught it, the hard look on his face softening in the darkness of your apartment.

He closed the distance, wrapping you up in his arms, so tight it made it hard to breathe but you returned the embrace, savoring the warm, firm strength of his chest against your cheek. "I'm not asking you to. Please, never run into danger on my behalf again. Trust that I have a plan. If anything happened to you, I..."

"Where you go, I follow. We're a team," you murmured. "I need you safe, Xavier."

"I need the same from you. I know you're strong. You might be the strongest person I know. But when you do dangerous things I..." Flickers of old memories dance in his eyes, maybe a pain a past version of yourself put there. You cupped his face, and he leaned into your palm. When he spoke next, his words were a quiet, whispered confession. "I won't survive losing you again."

"You won't," you promised. "I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed you then, lifting you into his arms and pushing you against the wall. Like he needed to feel you, to taste you, to know that you were here, safe, and his. You returned the kiss, and the last month's worth of repressed desire came surging forth as you dug into his shoulders and rocked your hips into his.

You peeled his undershirt off his body, moaning at the heat of his skin under your palms. You broke away from his lips to kiss down his neck, choosing to leave a mark right where his collarbone and neck met. He groaned, rocking into you, his fat cock throbbing against your core.

A knock sounded against your door. The pattern familiar enough you knew without having to see the person. Zayne? What was he doing here? He usually texted before he came over. Did he find something urgent?

"I gotta get that, Xavie," you said.

"No you don't. Whoever it is, they can wait. They can listen to the way you scream my name when I make you come for me if they want to stick around, but I need you right now, starlight."

"You'll have me," you promised. "I know that knock, though. Zayne wouldn't show up unannounced unless something important came up."

Xavier's brows drew together. "Doctor Zayne, right? One of your other lovers?"

"Yes."

Xavier visibly trembled. "Is he as aggravating as Rafayel?"

A bright giggle burst from your lips. "All of you have your own unique way of pissing me off, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Xavier blinked, and his grip loosened, and you slipped out of his hold, darting to the door. You opened it, and Zayne rushed in, sweeping you into his arms. You laughed a little, holding onto him as you breathed him in. The smell of baked goods filled your apartment, and you smiled as you looked up at your beloved Doctor.

"Zayne," you said.

"Hello, darling. I'm sorry it's late. I discovered something and I know your vacation starts tomorrow and I --" he trailed off as his eyes landed on Xavier. He cleared his throat, a faint pink blush dancing across his cheeks. "Didn't want to interrupt you and your partner's vacation. Though, it seems I have. Apologies, Xavier."

"You remember my name?" Xavier asked.

"Of course. She talks about you often."

Xavier hummed, the sound somewhat pleased as you pulled Zayne further into the apartment then closed the door. "I know you wouldn't come out of the blue unless it was urgent. What's wrong?"

"That injection the assassin put in you, I found out who made it. It took weeks to assess the specific chemical compounds, but it seems that whoever sent those assassins after you didn't want you dead, only unconscious with your evol activated. I brought the file with the information, and you can go over it once you've had some time to rest."

"Does Sylus know about this?" you asked.

"Yes," Zayne said.

You sighed. Sylus and Rafayel were already likely on the trail, then. You pressed a soft kiss to Zayne's lips. "Thank you, Zaynie."

He hummed and gently kissed your forehead. "Anything for you, darling. I brought dessert."

"She hasn't earned those," Xavier said. He crossed the room and took the box from Zayne, then set it on the counter. "Our sweet little Princess was reckless today. Nearly got herself killed."

Zayne looked down at you, his gaze sharpening. "Is that true?"

"I was trying to to help Xavier--"

"And she put herself in danger, even though I had a plan. We're all lucky I reacted in time to block the wanderer."

Zayne pinched the bridge of his knows. "She often does that, doesn't she? Putting herself directly into harm's way."

"Excuse me? She is right here, and she will kick both of your asses!" You crossed your arms. "I'm a Hunter. My entire life is danger."

"That may be so, but you know what happens when you're reckless, darling." Zayne cupped your face in his hand and took a step closer to you.

You backed up two steps, then your back hit Xavier's bare chest. "Maybe it's a good thing you showed up after all, Doctor. I was just thinking that she needed to be punished for her behavior."

"Hey!" you whined.

"I think you're right. Danger is a part of the job, but recklessness serves no one. Maybe you'll learn to be more careful if we deliver the right consequences to your actions." Zayne's hazel eyes met yours, that stern, dominant look in them that made your knees buckle. Your head fell back against Xavier's chest, and you looked up at him, finding his chin tilted up, eyes downcast. You bit your lip.

Fuck, you were really in for it now. You gulped. "I doubt it, but you two can try, anyway."

Xavier's hands on your hips pulled you flush against his body. Zayne pressed his chest to yours, his firm grip settling around your waist. Xavier kissed your neck, grinding his hips against yours, and your eyes fluttered closed. Zayne made quick work of your shirt, and he tossed it to the side, exposing your chest to the still-dark apartment.

With your shirt out of the way, Xavier undid your bra, and Zayne pulled that off you, too. The moment your chest was exposed to the room he leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your chest before pinching both of your nipples.

Your hands tugged at his black shirt, undoing all the buttons before pushing it off him. Pressed between your lovers, both their bare chests against yours, your mind stuttered, almost entirely forgetting about the punishment that awaited you.

But they didn't.

Xavier turned you around, bending you over the counter. A flicker of his evol danced from his fingers, then slipped around your wrists, pulling them behind your back and binding them together. He circled the counter and slipped his hand into your hair, tilting your head back to look up at him.

Zayne pulled your pants down and off your hips, leaving you only in your panties. His large, slightly cool hand grazed your ass. He kneaded the soft, plush expanse of your ass in his hands, and goosebumps rose all across your skin.

"I'm going to spank you, and you will keep count for us. You were there, Xavier. How many has she earned?"

"At least twenty."

"We will start there, then. Keep your eyes on Xavier, and don't lose count, Princess."

"Yes, Sir," you said.

Zayne landed the first spank on your ass, and unlike his usual love-taps, this one stung. You wheezed as the hit worked through you, your hands clenching uselessly against Xavier's evol.

"One!" you counted, looking up at Xavier.

The second came quickly, just as firm as the first. The clap echoed through your apartment, the sting burning deeper into your skin.

"Two!"

Zayne continued, his next spanks landing in the exact same spot. The skin there warmed, each successive spank made the next all the more sensitive. You blinked up at Xavier, keeping your eyes open despite the urge to close them. He looked down at you, his head tilted to the side, with that dangerous look on his face. Your stomach fluttered, a new surge of heat pooling low in your belly. Your eyes stung with unshed tears, blurring your vision as the warmth and need spread all through your body.

"Ten!" you cried, the tears finally falling down your face as the clap landed across your ass.

"You're taking your punishment so well, Princess," Xavier cooed. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You moaned into his mouth, and his tongue tangled with yours, swallowing the noises you made as Zayne's cool hands soothed the heat his spanks caused.

"What do you have to say for yourself, darling?"

Xavier broke the kiss, his tongue lapping up the tears on your cheeks.

Your mind was fuzzy, the haze of subspace wrapped around you, making it hard for your brain to piece words together. You swallowed. "I was just trying to--"

Zayne's hand came down hard on the other cheek, and you squeaked your chest arching off the counter. "Fuck! Eleven!"

"Fuck isn't a number, Princess. Do we need to start over?" Xavier asked, roughly tugging your hair up to meet his gaze.

"N-no, 'm sorry!" you gasped, blinking up at him.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you cry for us," Xavier praised. "Keep counting as you were, but don't hold back those pretty cries."

Zayne landed spank after spank on the plush cushion of your ass, hitting the same spot with perfect accuracy, giving both cheeks the same treatment. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and your panties were so wet they clung to your pussy, soaked entirely through.

"T-twenty!" you sobbed as the last spank echoed through your apartment. Your legs trembled, though you were bent over. A layer of sweat soaked your bare skin, and your breathing ran ragged. Yet, you still stared up at Xavier, your tears flowing down your cheeks, and he moaned.

"You did so good, starlight. You took your punishment so well." Xavier pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, and you nuzzled into his touch, feeling floaty and untethered.

"Amazing. You really did so well, darling. I'm so proud of you. What a good girl." Zayne rubbed his cool hands over your bright-red behind, soothing the burn with his touch.

"But it's not over yet," Xavier said. "I still don't think you've quite learned your lesson."

Xavier went behind you and muttered something to Zayne that you couldn't quite make out. Gods, when you told all your lovers about each other, you never believed it would lead to them working together like this, but you loved it. Being at their mercy was the only place you wanted to be.

Xavier pulled your soaked panties off, helping you step out of them but not otherwise allowing you to move. Kneeling behind you, he spread you open and spit on your already soaked pussy. His face then dove between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your pussy. You moaned his name, shuddering against your counter as he ate you out. Your eyes fell closed as Xavier pleasured you.

His licks were ravenous, messy things as he slurped down your juices. Long curls of his tongue hit your inner walls, gathering your wetness as he drank you in. He left your hole to lap down to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He hummed against you, and your hips jolted, grinding against his face. Xavier grunted against your pussy, his grip stilling your movements, keeping you pinned while he ate.

His hand left your ass, choosing instead to curl inside you. He hit that spot that made your knees tremble and paired it with firm, powerful sucks on your clit. Already sensitive and pulsing from the spanking, your moans pitched higher as the pleasure built.

Zayne's hand spread your ass apart and a dribble of cool liquid spilled over your tightest hole. "We're both going to take you tonight, darling. While you will be punished, we won't have you unprepared."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," you whimpered.

"Now you behave," Zayne chuckled. "Good. Maybe we will reward you."

Content with how much lube covered your skin, Zayne slipped one slick finger into your asshole, slowly stretching you around the digit. You'd taken most of your lovers in your ass by this point, but the first stretch in a while always had you forgetting how to breathe. Yet, you followed Zayne's steady breaths as he slowly worked you open.

Sharp cries of Xavier's name left your lips as he sucked harder, pressing firmly against that textured spot in your depths, and you arched off the counter as you came, soaking his fingers in your release. Xavier didn't stop. He fingered you through it, but if anything, the pulse of his fingers seemed to get faster, his sucks more punishing. The burn of overstimulation tugged at your senses, but the discomfort quickly gave way to sharp, unyielding pleasure.

Zayne slipped a second finger into your ass, slowly working it past the tight ring. Nearly unable to breathe from the pleasure and the fullness, everything within you stalled. Waited. Paused. When you finally remembered to breathe, it came with a sob that sounded somewhat like Zayne's name.

Under the skilled hands of both your lovers, the pressure built, their fingers pressing against one another with each, powerful press. Your legs trembled around Xavier's head, but he paid you no mind. The man was far too focused on his feast. The slick sounds of your lover's fingers slipping in and out of your greedy holes filled the room.

"Listen to that," Zayne hummed. "She's about to come for us again. So soon after the first time, too."

"Feels s'good!" you whimpered against the cool countertop. "Gonna come!"

"Go ahead, darling. Come for us," Zayne said.

You couldn't resist Zayne's gentle encouragement. You came with a sharp, loud curse. Your juices soaked Xavier's hand, the sounds so wet, but yet again, neither of your lovers stopped. Xavier sucked your clit with more fervor, and this time, the burn of overstimulation sharpened into pain before it melted into blinding pleasure.

A third finger slipped into your ass and you were lost. At the tail end of your second orgasm came your third. Hot and sharp, it cut through you, melting you from the inside out.

"Xavier please, s'too much! Please!"

Your cries didn't move him. Xavier and Zayne pulled two more out of you just like that, your sobs losing more and more coherence the further into pleasure you descended. A loud sob punctuated your last release, and only then did Xavier release your throbbing, too-sensitive clit.

You trembled against the counter, legs shaking and mind hazy. Xavier slowly slipped his fingers out of you, then Zayne did, too. Xavier's evol released your wrists, then Zayne -- who had stripped of all his clothes at some point -- lifted you into his arms and carried you into your bedroom.

Zayne lay flat on his back, and he pulled you down into bed with him. You straddled his lap, and his long, thick cock pulsed hard and heavy against your thigh.

"I'm going to fill this pretty little pussy and Xavier is going to stuff your ass. Is that alright with you, Princess?" Zayne cupped your face, pushing the fallen strands of hair back behind your ear.

"Mhmmm," you hummed.

"What's your color?" Zayne asked.

"Green," you said, verifying you were okay to continue.

"Good girl," Xavier said. The bed dipped as he climbed in behind you. The heat of his body hovered behind you, and he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "You're always so good for us."

More lube covered your ass, then Zayne lifted your hips, and you slowly inched down on his big cock. Soft, whimpering noises escaped you as your still-sensitive insides accommodated his girth and length, stuffing you to the brim.

"Come here." Zayne held you against his chest as Xavier lined himself up with your other hole. You shuddered as the fat head of Xavier's cock pushed against your ass.

"Breathe," Zayne said.

"You can do this, starlight. Let me in." Xavier moaned as the head of his cock slipped past the right ring. "Fuck yes, just like that."

Slowly, so slowly, Xavier sank all the way inside your ass, stretching you out around his immense girth. With both cocks fully inside you, your entire body vibrated with deep pleasure. Everything felt so good, so much. With Zayne in front of you and Xavier behind you, you floated in the bliss they gave you, your mind empty.

Zayne thrust in as Xavier pulled out, the friction of their thrusts sending powerful waves of deep pleasure jolting through you. Your holes clenched and pulsed around their cocks, entirely lost to the pleasure.

"I'm gonna come I--!"

Both your lovers stopped, immediately, Zayne pulling back far enough that only the head of his cock remained inside you. You whined, a feral, frustrated sound, and both men laughed.

"Poor little Princess," Xavier cooed.

"Only good girls get to come on their Sir's cocks. Have you really been a good girl, darling?" Zayne asked.

The whimper that left you may have been a beg, or a wheeze, or a gag. Perhaps all three. You tried to rock your hips back and forth, but your men held you steady, refusing to give you what you want.

"I've been so good, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease let me come!"

"Weren't you just saying you couldn't take anymore? Think of this as us doing you a favor," Xavier said.

You sobbed, but didn't protest further, too foggy brained to form the needed words under the weight of sensation. They both thrust in at the same time, bottoming out inside you, and you screamed, shaking over them. The pace they set after that was brutal, the rough sound of skin-against-skin filling your bedroom. Their hands and mouths were everywhere. Your hips, your waist, your chest. Your neck. Not a single inch of your body was unmarked or untouched by your lovers as you got fucked back and forth between them.

The second orgasm built quickly, but before you could as much as beg, both men stopped, pulling out again. Your insides pulsed and clenched with a fury, desperate to come, but yet again, they refused you.

"If you want to come, earn it. Beg. Beg us to let you come," Xavier ordered.

"Zayne, Xavier, please let me come I promise I'm such a good girl, I'll be good I promise just please, please, please!!! I need it, I need to come, please! Please!" you begged, every word more of a slurred babble than anything.

"Will you keep putting yourself in danger, starlight?" Xavier asked.

"No!!! I'll be so good, I promise, I Promise just please, Xavier, please!"

"Are you convinced?" Zayne asked.

"I think she's convinced herself" Xavier laughed breathlessly. "Fuck she feels so good."

Zayne moaned, the sound affirmative. He grabbed your throat, ot squeezing, just holding and turned your head so you looked at him. "Go ahead and come for us, Princess. You've earned it."

"Thank you Sirs,, thank you, oh thank you ---!" You screamed as you came around them, your body convulsing from the intensity. Light burst behind your eyes as you gushed all over Zayne's cock, and he groaned as he pulled you all the way down his length. Hot ropes of come shot up inside you, filling you, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Xavier followed a few thrusts behind, moaning your name as he thrust in as far as he could go before coming. Every heavy pulse of his cock spilled so much inside you, deepening the sensation of just being so full.

The three of you caught your breath in the aftermath for several minutes before Xavier slowly pulled out and gathered a warm washcloth to clean you up with and a cool glass of water. Zayne helped you drink up while Xavier cleaned up, and when Xavier returned to bed, Zayne passed you to him, then took care of wiping the come from your thighs and himself.

He settled back in bed, curling up behind you as you lay across Xavier's chest. Surrounded by your lovers, you slowly came down from the bliss, though you still floated in the aftermath.

"'m sorry I scared you Xavie," you murmured.

"I forgive you, just trust me next time, okay? Let me protect you." Xavier ran his hand through your hair.

"You need to be careful, too," you whined.

His face softened, tenderness taking over his expression as he leaned in and kissed you. "Alright. I'll be careful."

You hummed as you nuzzled into him, then looked over your shoulder. "That goes for you too, Zaynie. Be careful."

"I always am, darling."

Nestled in between your lovers, you hummed, content. You'd come a long way from all the mistakes you made and the consequences you had to face, and while you'd been in for it several times, it all worked out in the end, didn't it?

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AND THATS A WRAP ON THIS PART!!!!!! AYOOOO!!!! There's still one more part to this story, though, so I hope you all are ready for a big, fun polycule house moment!!!!! WITH Valko!!!! Idk when it will come, but it will show up eventually, I promise! Also I have nothing to say for myself. This was written by the ovulation demons in one sitting.

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LADS Men when you get your period

Tw | Blood | Established relationship

Wc | 2.0k

Note | For my painful period girlies who need some love (I do) <3

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Fanart taken from Pinterest (by ZiyalllustStudio on Etsy)

Xavier | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────

You’re both lazing about on his couch after a long week of missions. You were exhausted and immediately accepted Xavier’s invitation to rest at his place.

Currently cuddled up on the couch, his head rests against your breasts, eyes closed with bliss as you softly run your fingers through his hair.

You had felt particularly low energy today, so you happily bathed in the sun shining through Xavier’s open windows, his weight against you a great comfort you hadn’t known you’d needed when exhausting yourself for the past few days.

A sharp, searing burn smashes against your abdomen as white-hot pain tears through you. Your body gives an uncontrollable jolt which wakes Xavier from his nap.

Shit, my period’s started.

“Xavy, I need to get up,” you whisper as you sit up. A quiet yawn escapes him as he lets you get up, hand rubbing at his blurry irises.

You let out a startled gasp as your eyes zero in on the small round patch of blood seeping into Xavier’s blanket on the sofa. Oh no.

You flush in embarrassment, yet as another bought of pain slices through you, you double over instead of apologising straight away for the mess. “Shit- ah, I’m so sorry Xavier,” you groan out, “I’ll buy you a new blanket.”

Xavier’s sleepiness vanishes instantaneously, his face mirroring his internal worry as he reaches out to you. He doesn’t care about a little stain of blood, especially when you, his star, is doubled over and shaking in pain.

He’d heard about how painful your periods could be, but this was the first time he’d witnessed just how bad they were. To him, it was much more bothersome seeing your period trouble you so much without being able to do anything to take that pain away.

Before you know it, you’re slung into his warm embrace, cuddled into his neck as he walks into his bathroom and prepares a warm bath for you. As he settles you into the water, it’s warmth instantly soothes your tense muscles and gently warms your cramping stomach.

“Relax. Don’t worry about the mess.” He gives a soft peck to your temple and then departs the room. You can hear the rustling of the sofa and the clank of the washing machine turning on. Xavier…

You feel so precious, so loved by your light.

When you’re done warming in the bath, you put on a pad before Xavier walks back into the bathroom. He cradles you in his arms again as he takes you back over to the sofa. You can’t help but take a peek; Okay, bloods gone. Yeesh, that was so embarrassing.

Xavier clocks your line of sight, and only chuckles as he sits down and cradles you against his chest. “Don’t worry about the sofa, it happens,” he says in your ear softly. “Just focus on me and breathe through it. I’ve got you, my star.”

You’ve never felt so loved.

Zayne | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────

You’re curled up in a ball on your bed, sheets wrapped tightly around you as you clutch at your squeezing stomach.

Earlier, you had sent a quick cancellation message to Zayne, apologising about something coming up and agreeing to meet at a later date.  You’d been really looking forward to going to that macaroon tasting session and you knew Zayne had definitely been salivating at the thought of your day out.

Stupid period cramps.

You moan miserably into your pillow.

Yet, your ears perk like a rabbit as your eyes flick to the entrance of your room, quieting down to listen to the pattering sound of work shoes hitting the wood of your floor, before the soft steps of a large man echo in the hallway. Before you know it, Zayne appears in your doorway, a white grocery bag in his hand and a hot water bottle in the other.

“Zayne-” you let out a startled gasp, diving up from the bed as if to prepare to greet him. “Don’t get up,” he tells you as he strides quickly to the side of your bed. He places the hot water bottle on your stomach, a small, miniscule smile pulling at the corner of his lips as you immediately relax under the heat.

“I’ve got some painkillers and snacks. We can watch TV all day, whatever you want to watch.”

Whenever Zayne mentions no documentaries, you’re always up for watching TV all day.

“Thankyou,” you smile at him softly as he gives you the painkillers and then swallow them dry. “Come, get comfortable.” You pat the spot next to you on the mattress, almost melting into him as he lays next to you and pulls you into his arms.

“Relax,” he murmurs into your hair, hand rubbing soothing circles around your aching back as you burrow into him underneath the blankets. “We have the whole day free; we can take it at whatever pace you’re up for.”

You smile into his skin, “Thanks, Zayne.”

He only squeezes you tighter before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re safe with me.”

You fall in love with him all over again.

Rafayel | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────

You’re paddling in the water, the sea’s waves calmly rocking into you as you float along the currents.

It’s a lovely summer day; the sun’s shining high in the sky and the cool sea breeze keeps you warm.

“Cutie~” Rafayel calls from behind you, waves rippling lovingly around his torso as he swims nearer to your floating form. “Lets-”

A sudden, sharp pain catapults inside your abdomen. Your body flails awkwardly in the water as you go to hunch over, but your feet aren’t touching the seabed.

Panic starts to rise in your stomach alongside the axe hacking at your insides. You can feel the blood start to leak out of you, and you finally look up at Rafayel with wide, panicked eyes.

He can sense the blood dripping into the ocean. Before anyone else can notice your predicament, he’s on you, his arms going under your knees as he cradles you.

He swims back to the shore with you hiding in his arms and quickly wraps a large towel around your quivering form. “The suns too bright~” he complains before he puts you back in his arms and slings your beach bag and towels over his shoulder. “I want to go home.”

You know he’s covering for you in front of everyone else, knowing you’ll get embarrassed about the red patch starting to show through your baby bink bikini bottoms, and quickly rushes off to the car with you.

On the way, he says “Don’t look at anyone but me, cutie. No one else but me needs to see you today anyway.”

Once you get back to his place at Whitesand Bay, he cleans you up and bundles under his sheets with you on the bed. “Just sleep with me, cutie~” he orders as his hand comes down to settle over your cramping stomach. He warms his hand enough to become your very own personal hot water bottle, and you relax into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut as you finally let your body relax.

He presses a single kiss to your neck before burrowing closer, his arms wrapping more tightly around you. “I’m here, cutie.”

You feel so blessed to be the centre of his attention, to be the one he loves.

Sylus | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────

You’re exhausted after that high-stake gala Sylus had invited you to come along to. Your adrenaline skydives in almost an instant, your steps heavy and shoulders slumped as you make your way into Sylus’s room.

You know he’s watching you out of the corner of his eyes, brows pinched as he watches your slumped form slowly reach over to the dresser to get your pyjamas.

You place your pyjamas on the soft satin bedsheets before reaching for your zipper and pulling It down. You shrug of the extremely expensive dress Sylus had bought you for the occasion.

You look down to see the beginnings of a crime scene.

Your blood is splattered all over the inside of the dress, smearing and staining the fabric a deep, vibrant red.

Fuck.

As soon as your mind suddenly realises that you’ve started your period, your stomach shatters. Deep, aggressive strokes of pain attack you at all sides as your lower back picks up a low ache.

Your adrenaline has completely left you.

As you groan and clutch your stomach, you finally notice the vibrant red speared all over the inside of your thighs and the lines of blood dripping down your legs.

You look up guiltily at Sylus. “I’m sorry,” you groan, hand running down your face. “This dress probably costs more than a car.”

Sylus doesn’t even glance at the dress as he stalks over to you, noticing the blood smeared all over your legs with a narrowed eye.

The first thing that crosses his mind is threat, yet when he sees your pained face and your hands clutching at your stomach, his eyes soften.

“It’s only silk, sweetie. I’d rather a piece of fabric be stained than see you in so much pain.” He wraps his arm around you before picking you up bridal style, not caring about the blood smearing across his expensive suit shirt.

“But Sylus, your shirt,” you complain, trying to escape from his hold. He only gives a light chuckle. “My shirts have worn much more blood than this, kitten.”

You pout as you wrap your arms around his neck, not being able to stop yourself from wincing in pain as the next bout of cramps rake through you. Your arms go to your stomach, and they stay clenched even as Sylus turns the water on and places you onto the mini bench in his shower.

“I can wash myself up,” you say, not wanting him to have to wipe up your own blood.

“And so can I,” is all he says as he grabs a washcloth, kneels in front of you and starts to wipe you down. One he’s thoroughly soaped you down, he discards his clothes and washes himself down before taking you out of the shower and wraps a big, fluffy towel around you.

He leaves you to sort out your panties before coming back inside to pick you up and carry you back to the bed. Placing you atop the silk sheets, he bundles in behind you and wraps you in his warm, muscly embrace.

“Sleep, sweetie,” he says as he places his warm hand on your abdomen. “I’ll chase the pain away.” He gives a brief kiss to your hair as he holds you tight.

Oh, how you love him.

Caleb | ───── ༺ ♰ ༻ ─────

You’d gone awol.

You hadn’t replied nor messaged anyone in the last two days; all you’d done was take some time off work and then burrowed under your blankets for the past forty-eight hours.

You’d thrown up earlier and were currently shivering underneath your bedsheets, eyes clenched shut as you rotted away to the pain, your face pinched with only misery.

You don’t react when your front door clicks open and then closes again, not when feet patter against the floor, nor when a hand smooths down your hair, and a hot water bottle is placed by your hands.

“Caleb.” You greet him lifelessly, eyes still clenched shut as you place the almost scolding bottle at the skin of your stomach.

Caleb let himself in because he knew how you got during this time of the month, having helped you through it for the majority of your teenage years.

The smell of chicken Chow Mein fills your nostrils, and despite your earlier barf, you can’t help the rumbling of your stomach at your comfort food.

“Thought you could hide from me, hey, pipsqueak?” he teases you as he rustles inside his shopping bag. “I know you better than that. Move over, I have your favourite.”

Caleb gives you a knowing look as he passes you your own container before plopping down next to you. The TV is on now at a low hum, the chattering a static buzz in the background as you slurp up your noodles.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you eat in a comfortable silence, his care battering at your heart.

“Thanks, Caleb,” You mumble into your food, pouting at his knowing chuckle. “Anything for you, pipsqueak.”

He leaves a lingering kiss on your cheek, the heat warming its way into your heart.

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NERD! ZAYNE TEACHING THE GUYS HOW TO MAKE YOU CUM, SQUIRT AND OTHER TRICKS part 5.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here

CW: Smut. Oral. P in v. Dirty talk. Jealousy. 🔞MDNI🔞

Your thighs still ached from Wednesday. Thursday you'd walked across campus with your hip cocked wrong, teeth gritted, praying nobody would ask why you were limping. You took the long way to your first class just to avoid the stairs. That took effort. Hiding from Caleb took more.

A week of it now. A week of catching sight of him near the library or across campus and ducking behind whatever was closest. A pillar. A food truck. A cluster of strangers you pretended to know. Once you'd hidden in a bathroom for eleven minutes waiting for him to clear the hallway.

Today was Saturday. Simone's birthday, the one you'd been planning with her for two weeks, color coded playlist and all.

You knew who'd show and who wouldn't. Zayne never came to anything with more than five people in a room; he'd send a gift and a text. Sylus would be there past midnight like the party had been waiting on him, which, in fairness, it usually was. Rafayel was still out of town and Xavier —Xavier had walked you to class yesterday and mentioned that he had a test to study for.

He hadn't brought up Wednesday. Hadn't asked for a repeat. He seemed happy just walking beside you in silence, matching his pace to yours, and that was enough. You were relieved because your thighs couldn't take another round like that. He'd made you cum more times than you could count and you'd blacked out before his second orgasm. You woke up to him wiping you down with a warm cloth, humming something under his breath.

And still. You missed Caleb.

He was the only friend who'd been there since high school, back when he felt like a brother —carrying your backpack when your arm was in a cast, threatening a guy who stood you up sophomore year. Then something shifted senior year, some line neither of you named, and it took root over the summer before college and never let go. He hadn't texted you all week. Not once. Not even a meme, not even the thumbs up emoji he used when he couldn't be bothered to type words. That had never happened before, not even the semester he broke his wrist and had to write messages one finger at a time.

You got to Simone's early to set everything up. Gideon showed up a couple of hours later hauling two bags of ice against his hip and Caleb wasn't with him. That was wrong on its own. Those two attended every party together.

"He's coming," Gideon said, before you'd even asked. "Said he had something to take care of."

The party filled up fast after that, someone's playlist too heavy on bass. You stayed near the kitchen with a cup you angled just right so you could watch the door without looking like you were watching it. By the second hour your stomach had knotted itself tight enough that you'd stopped tasting your drink.

Then he walked in.

Not alone. A girl had her hand curled around his arm, up on her toes to say something against his ear, dark hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned in. He laughed at whatever she said, that laugh you'd have recognized anywhere, head tipping back just slightly.

You didn't stay to see if he'd notice you. Cup abandoned on the counter, bag already in hand, the last thing you saw before you were out the back door was him still bent toward her, listening and laughing.

It was cold outside. Colder by the time you'd cut halfway across campus, arms wrapped around yourself, and ran into Greyson. One of Zayne's friends from pre med, someone you'd shared a class with and one very unfortunate group project. He took one look at you shivering in your thin top and shrugged his jacket off without asking.

"Here. You'll freeze before you make it back to your dorm"

"I'm fine," you said, already pulling it on.

He laughed and fell into step beside you anyway, talking about an anatomy exam he was dreading and his girlfriend's alarming obsession with plushies. Easy conversation that didn't ask anything of you, that let you nod and half listen while your mind kept circling back to the door, to the laugh, to the girl's hand on his arm.

At your door he said goodnight and jogged off toward his building as you went inside to let the quiet close over you.

You tossed the jacket over your desk chair and started peeling off your shoes when your hand brushed something hard in the pocket. Keys. You fished them out, it was a single silver one on a carabiner with a chewed up rubber duck keychain.

Not even ten minutes later, someone knocked.

You smiled, already reaching for the keys on your desk. Of course he'd come back for them. You scooped them up, grabbed his jacket and draped it over your arm and pulled the door open, keys dangling from your fingers before you'd even looked up.

"A bit soon to be giving me the keys to your place, don't you thi—?" it was meant to be a joke.

Caleb stood in the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets. His eyes went from the keys swinging from your hand to the jacket slung over your arm, and back again. Whatever smile he'd walked up with was already gone.

"Whose is that?"

His voice had lost the party in it. Gone was the easy tone, replaced by something flat that landed somewhere in your belly.

You knew that tone. Dug in. Stubborn. It was the same voice he used when men tried to put their hands on you. You'd forgotten what that sounded like until now.

Something reckless flared up under your nerves. Days of avoiding him and now he was standing in your doorway looking at you like that. You leaned your shoulder into the frame, unhurried.

"Just a friend's," you said, letting the jacket slip a little on your arm so he'd notice how big it was. "He walked me back from the party. It was cold."

"A friend."

"Mm-hmm." You tilted your head, biting back a smile you didn't try very hard to hide. "Nice guy. Gave me his jacket without me even asking."

"Did he?"

"He did." You shrugged, one shoulder, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. "Very sweet, actually. I might keep it."

Caleb moved, one step, closing half the distance between you, and you found yourself backing up without deciding to.

"What's his name."

"Why does it matter?"

"I just want his name."

"Jealous?" The word came out lighter than you felt. You tipped your chin up, daring him.

His eyes narrowed. "Should I be?"

You didn't answer. You just held his gaze, arms crossed loosely, jacket bunched against your ribs, and let the silence do the talking. You'd meant it as a tease. It landed like a confession.

Caleb's hand caught the door before you could think to close it, and stepped over the threshold like he had every right to be there. The door closed behind him with a heavy sound that cut off the hallway light and the cold.

"You've been running from me all week," he said.

"I haven't—"

"Don't." One word, quiet, and it stopped you cold. "I saw you by the food truck Tuesday. Wednesday you turned around and walked into a building you don't even have class in. Today you bolted out the back door the second I walked through the front." He took another step. You were nearly at your desk now, nowhere left to go. "So don't tell me you haven't been running."

Your ass met the edge of the desk. He didn't stop until there was almost nothing between you, close enough that you caught the cold night air still clinging to him, and under it, the same warm cedar smell you'd have known blindfolded.

"Maybe I like it when you chase me," you said, the teasing thinner than you wanted it to sound.

Something shifted in his face. "Yeah?"

"Maybe."

He leaned in, slow, until his mouth hovered a breath from yours, close enough that if either of you moved even slightly you wouldn't be able to help it. Your heart was beating hard against your ribs.

"Say that again," he murmured.

You didn't say anything at all.

"Maybe I should go find him, thank him properly for lending you his jacket."

"Caleb—"

"What's his name?" A ghost of a smirk, infuriating. His nose brushed yours, and you nearly closed the gap yourself before he pulled back a fraction, just out of reach.

"You're impossible."

"You like impossible." He tilted his head, closing in again, slower this time, until his lips almost grazed yours and then he stopped there too, breath warm against your mouth, watching you through half lowered lashes. "Tell me to stop."

"Stop," you whispered, and it came out all wrong, breathless instead of firm.

"Try again." He was smiling now, a smile that didn't reach his eyes so much as darken them. "Say it like you mean it." he pulled back again, like he had all the time in the world and you had none.

Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt "You're doing this on purpose."

"Obviously."

He came in again, and this time you swore his mouth grazed yours, barely, gone before you could be sure it happened at all. A soft, frustrated sound climbed up your throat.

"Caleb."

"Yeah?" he still hovered there, he needed you to break first.

Fisting his shirt, you hauled him down and crashed your mouth into his.

He groaned like you'd finally given him something he'd been starving for, one hand sliding into your hair, the other gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The jacket dropped from your fingers, forgotten on the floor. He kissed you like the last few days had been sitting in his chest the whole time, like the wait had worn through whatever control he'd been holding onto.

He walked you backward until your knees hit the mattress, and when you sat down hard he followed you down "No more running," he said against your jaw "Not from me."

Your fingers shook, but the urgency in your chest didn't leave room for nerves to win. You caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his torso, and he lifted his arms without being asked, letting you drag it off and drop it behind you. You slid your hands down to his belt and he took over from there, working it loose himself, shoving his jeans down with one impatient kick until he was standing in nothing but his underwear.

The fabric strained. The thick outline of his cock was impossible to miss.

You didn't mean to stare and he didn't give you time to. He leaned over you, pulling your top over your head in one motion, and his hands went around your back a second later, unhooking your bra like he'd done it a hundred times in his head already. The marks Rafayel had left were still faintly there. You didn't notice him catch sight of them, you were too busy working your jeans down, kicking them off.

The room's light hit the bruises on your inner thighs.

Caleb went still. His breathing turned loud and something crossed his face you'd never seen on him before, not once in all the years you'd known him.

"Who?"

It wasn't even a full question. You couldn't answer it. You couldn't even lift your eyes to his, heat crawling up your neck, half shame, half something closer to fear.

His hand found your jaw, careful even now, but firm enough that you couldn't look away from him.

"I'll find out either way"

You said nothing. Your mouth stayed shut, lips pressed together, and he pulled back like he meant to walk away from the whole thing. Panic shot through you and you grabbed his forearm, held on.

"It wasn't a stranger," you whispered.

"Then who."

He was already working through it, you could see him doing it, running through the short list of people close enough to you that this made sense. He didn't need the full story. He just needed a name.

"Rafayel," you said, and then, because there was no version of this where you got to leave it there, "and Xavier."

The color left his face. "At the same time?"

"No." You shook your head fast. "No, it wasn't like that..."

That was as far as you got before he pulled his arm free and stepped back from the bed like it had burned him.

He didn't look at you. He started pacing between your desk and the window, one hand dragging through his hair over and over, like he could pull the thought straight out of his own skull.

"Rafayel," he muttered, more to the wall than to you. "Of course. Probably had you half convinced it meant something, didn't he?" A short breath, no humor in it at all. "And Xavier." He said the name like it left a bad taste. "Quiet Xavier. Too tired for a party, but not tired enough for that."

He stopped at the window, both hands braced on the sill, shoulders locked up tight. For a second he just breathed.

"I gave you space," he said, quieter now, and the quiet was worse than the pacing had been. "After Zayne's, I backed off. Thought you needed space. Figured if I pushed, you'd run, so I didn't." He turned around, and the storm on his face had gone raw underneath. "And they didn't. They just moved into the space I left. Used it."

"Caleb, that's not fair, they didn't—"

"Didn't what?" his jaw ticked. "Know you were vulnerable right after? Because I think they knew exactly what they were doing." He crossed the room until he was close enough that you had to tip your head back to keep his eyes. "Did either of them ask what you wanted? Or did they just take what you were too shaken to say no to?"

"It wasn't like that."

"Then tell me what it was like." He crouched slightly, hands braced on the mattress on either side of you, caging you in without touching you "Because I waited. I told myself slow was better than not at all." His eyes dropped to the marks on your thighs and back up, something dark moving behind them. "They didn't wait for anything."

You fingers curled around his wrist "You're the one standing in my room right now."

Something flickered across his face —not a smile, too sharp for that, but close to one. "Yeah," he said. "I am."

His fury was still there, sitting in his jaw and his hands but his touch when it landed wasn't rough. It was heavy.

He didn't look for unmarked skin.

He went straight for what they'd left behind.

His mouth found your chest first, closing over the fading marks Rafayel had put there, and he sucked —slow and thorough— his tongue working until the skin flushed dark underneath his lips. His. Over the top of someone else's, but his now. When he was done he moved down, his thumbs pressing into the bruises on your inner thighs, pinning your legs open while his mouth found the soft flesh there and bit down soft enough not to hurt but hard enough to mark.

"Mine," he said, against your skin. "Every single one. By morning."

His fingers hooked into the leg bands of your underwear, pulling the fabric taut against you. "Your pretty pussy is already soaking through these."

He didn't take them off.

He dragged his tongue up the center seam instead, one slow stroke, and the friction of it through the soaked fabric hit your clit with a sharpness that snapped your hips off the mattress. He caught you, both hands pressing your hips back down, and then his mouth was on you again, lips closing around the swollen bud through the thin wet cotton, sucking in slow pulls that made your vision blur at the edges.

"I should have been first," he said, against the fabric, his voice vibrating through it and into you. The pressure of his lips didn't let up for a second while he talked. "I'm going to spend a long time thinking about that. How I had years and I waited and now I have to share something that should have been mine from the start."

The build was fast, mean and gave you no warning. You came with your fingers twisted in his hair and his name in your throat, soaking through the fabric completely.

He watched you, gave you approximately three seconds.

Then he pulled your underwear down your legs, dropped them off the side of the bed and his mouth was back before you'd finished shaking — bare now, his tongue flat and heavy against you, licking with an attention to detail that made your spine curl. He used two fingers to spread you open, his tongue pressing into your entrance, drawing back up to your clit.

"When I'm inside your mouth," his breath felt warm against your wet skin "I'm going to make you taste what you do to me." He kept going until you came a second time. This one was quieter and left you with tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, his name coming out in pieces.

He gave you a moment. Not a long one. Just enough to take his underwear off and then his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed inside — just the crown and the first two inches — and stopped there.

The sound you made was filthy.

It was everything you had imagined. The stretch, the fullness, the weight of him just sitting there while your body tried to accommodate it and couldn't decide between pulling him in and pushing him out. He stayed there until your mind went blank and your hands found the sheets and gripped. Then he pulled out.

The emptiness felt awful.

He shifted up the mattress and settled on his knees in front of your face, fully hard, the evidence of the last few minutes glistening on his skin, and looked down at you.

"Tell me when to stop and I'll stop."

"Don't stop." Your voice had no strength left in it. Just the words, barely above a whisper.

"Open your mouth when I tell you to."

His thumb came down to your lower lip, pressing into the center of it, pulling it slightly down. He watched your mouth part under the pressure "Do you want me inside your pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

He leaned in just enough. Dragged the tip across your upper lip, leaving a hot wet streak against your skin, watching your face while he did it.

"Say it."

Your hands came up to grip his thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle there. "I want to suck your dick."

The exhale that left him wasn't quiet. "Good girl."

He took his time, dragging the head of his cock across your lips, down your cheek and back to your mouth, leaving a trail of pre across your skin that made something in your chest clench with how much you wanted it.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You wanted him to see how much you wanted this.

"Open up, sweet girl"

His cock came back to rest against your lips and your mouth opened wider on instinct, the whole talk flashed through Caleb's head in the same second —Zayne's voice, clipped and deeply irritating.

She isn't built like you. Don't push inside when she isn't ready or you'll hurt her throat. She has to breathe through her nose. Don't fight her jaw. Let her drool on it as much as she can, you'll thank me later. It needs to be slow. If you rush it, you hurt her.

His knuckles had gone white against the mattress. He slowed down.

Pressed inside carefully, just the tip, feeling your lips wrap around him and your breath change as your body adjusted. He stopped there. Watched your eyes. Waited for the slight shift in your expression that meant you were ready before he went any further.

"That's it," he managed, his voice mostly gone. "Breathe through your nose. Take your time."

You did. Your hands wrapped around the base, thumbs tracing the veins there while you let the saliva build and run, coating him in a way that made the slide easier and the visual of it more overwhelming than anything else that had happened tonight. You started to move, slow forward bobs that took him a little deeper each time, your tongue working the underside on the draw back.

Caleb made a sound above you that had nothing controlled left in it.

He matched the pace —hips rolling forward in shallow, careful thrusts that tested the back of your throat, a hand in your hair gripping without pulling, his whole body wound up and trembling slightly with the effort of not taking what he wanted at the speed he wanted it.

"You're so—" He stopped, jaw tight, trying again. "Suck it harder. Taste yourself on me. You can feel it, can't you."

You could.

You sucked harder, felt his thighs tense under your hands, felt the groan that moved through his whole body when your lips slid all the way down and your nose pressed into him and you held it there, looking up at his face.

The sight was doing something to him.

Your mouth stretched around him, eyes wet at the corners, saliva running down your chin and onto your chest in slow trails, and you were looking up at him. That was the part that was killing him. You were not looking away, not closing your eyes. You were loking directly at him with a ruined stare while you took him apart with your mouth, and every time he thought he had some grip on his composure you'd do something with your tongue and it was gone again.

He wanted to grip your hair and drive forward and lose his mind entirely.

Not yet. He held still. Let you set the pace. Let your mouth work him at the speed you'd decided on.

"God," he breathed, his head dropping back for a second before he forced it back down because he couldn't look away from you. "I've thought about this. Exactly this. More times than you can imagine."

The tears running from the corners of your eyes weren't distress. He knew the difference. Your hands were firm and steady on his thighs and every time you pushed forward to take him deeper there was a small sound in your throat that sent a pulse straight up his spine.

"That's it, just like that. Keep going just like that and don't stop."

You swallowed around him in response. His hips snapped forward an inch before he caught himself.

You noticed. Your eyes said so.

He pressed his thumb to the corner of your mouth, feeling the stretch of your lips around him. "You're so good at this," he said, the words coming out unsteady. "So fucking good. Look at you taking all of it. Other girls—"

He'd said it without thinking, his brain running three seconds behind his mouth, and he felt the exact moment it landed because your rhythm changed.

Faster.

Your eyes had gone somewhere else —still on his face, but different now, something sharp moving through them that had nothing to do with what you'd been doing a second ago. Your hands tightened on his thighs. Your mouth pushed forward, taking him deeper than you had been, the angle shifting in a way that made his breath leave him all at once.

"Wait—" he started.

You hummed. It wasn't accidental. A low vibration right around the tip of his cock, your throat working, your cheeks hollowed, and whatever sentence he'd been constructing about other girls dissolved completely because his brain stopped producing language.

"I didn't—" He tried again. Failed again. Your head was moving faster now "That's not what I —, I wasn't—"

You hummed again, deeper this time, and took him further.

"Okay. Okay. There are no other girls. There have not been — in any meaningful way — other girls. You are the only girl. You are the only—" His thighs were shaking. "Please, you have to—if you keep doing that I'm going to—"

You didn't stop doing that.

Your hands moved to grip his ass, pulling him forward, inviting a depth that made his whole body seize up.

"You're—" he looked down at you with an expression that was completely gone for you. "You're jealous and you're doing this on purpose and it's working. You've made your point."

You hummed a third time. Longer. Right over the most sensitive part of him. Your eyes were saying everything your mouth was otherwise occupied with.

The sound that came out of him was not quiet. He didn't have time to pull back. He didn't even try.

He came hard, the first pulse hitting the back of your throat without warning, and he felt you swallow — fast and determined— and then the next wave and the next, each one heavier, the volume of it backing up past your lips and running down your chin, dripping onto your chest.

You were watching him fall apart and made sure he knew you were watching.

His thighs were shaking and he was coming back slowly, the room reassembling itself around the two of you.

He looked down at you.

Lips swollen, chin a complete mess, eyes bright and entirely satisfied with yourself.

He reached down and dragged his thumb slowly across your lower lip.

"Other girls do not exist. As far as I'm concerned, going forward, they never did."

Something in your expression shifted. The jealous edge softening into something warmer.

"Good," you said, and your voice was ruined too, something he found extraordinarily satisfying.

He brought his thumb to your lip. "Open."

You opened. He pressed inside, watched you close your lips around it, watched you hold his gaze while you tasted what was on it.

He pulled his thumb back.

"You're going to be the death of me," he said. Just a fact. A fact he was making peace with.

He brought his mouth to yours. Tasting everything, not flinching from any of it.

When he pulled back his forehead dropped to yours "I'm not done," he said, into the space between your faces.

"I know," you said.

"I want to do this right." His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, "I've been waiting too long to rush it."

Years. Easy laughter. Carefully maintained distance. Him looking at you the whole time with that steady certain gaze that you'd been pretending not to understand.

"Then don't"

He kissed you again. Softer this time. And then he laid you back against the mattress and took his time.

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A.N: I was not happy with this part. If you aren't either I'm sorry. Just know I wrote it like 3 times and had to start all over again. 😣