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⁀➴☕︎ | Be my Aphrodisiac
In which Zayne accidentally consumes more aphrodisiac than what is advisory and the only way to help him get over his ...urges is to indulge with him.
Warnings: Usage of aphrodisiacs, reader is quite careless with it, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, p in v, fingering, zayne is horny and insatiable
mc took away his last macaron (but zayne can never stay mad at her for too long)
Writing a tutoring Xavier fic and it's got me so giggly cuz he's so cute😭 (and freaky, so freaky I had to go outside and touch grass)
Putting it on hold cuz Idk what the fuck kinda personality I'm giving him😭 Gave myself whiplash with that
a man who yearns.
Right when I'm writing a nerd!zayne too ughhhhhhh yes I love artists so much may they earn enough money for the next fifty lifetimes
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
Writing a tutoring Xavier fic and it's got me so giggly cuz he's so cute😭 (and freaky, so freaky I had to go outside and touch grass)
love bleeds in daturas (s. qin)
what if reader were pregnant when her dragon died?
w.c: 2,162 || somewhat proofread warnings: somewhat angsty a/n: inspire by this beautiful artwork done by @art-by-ady
the sun sets on another day but you can't enjoy it. not the way you used to with your dragon. with his scales wrapped around you and you both gaze upon the pinks and purples of the horizon bleed into blues. with his scales scaling up and down your body absentmindedly. three months. it's been three months since that day, since...the end of a lifeline.
you'd spent the first month alone, surviving off of the last of foods he collected. the second, you'd started collecting and adding to the cave, wanting something familiar. by the third, you'd begun to feel sick, it's not like you were taking the best of care of yourself. everything felt like a weight on your legs - eating, cleaning yourself and living, things that had felt so normal with him, felt like a noose around your neck. why not just follow after him, you thought.
your will to live seemed to dwindle with each passing day but something started to feel...different. you'd somehow been eating more and more. it was strange, you hadn't had such a vigor for eating in months. it all came to a head one night when your belly started cramping and your mind ran across something important.
when was your last lunar cycle?
you sit up from your bed of pelts and you genuinely could not recall having it since he left. a time of the month that was once simply a part of life, another thing that became so beautiful and gentle with him. he always ensured you rested more and had the heartiest of stews and meats once the smell of blood became stronger. maybe the grief had disrupted your body. you gently place a hand on your stomach to feel around and you notice that you had gotten fuller. a lot fuller.
you'd heard women from the nearby village speak about this.
you were with child. somehow you had a strong feeling you were right.
a piece of him. you would live, if only to experience him again and give him better that what he was given.
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"two beautiful boys dearie, wonderful job" the midwife you'd met months prior praises you but all you could look at was what was laying next to you.
you'd met mrs. jiang while you were returning from a food trip when you'd passed five months. she'd gently chided you for carrying so much weight when you were so full with child. now that you think back, you should have realized it wouldn't be one baby. when you'd mentioned that i was only you, she softened and helped you home. you'd learned that she had served as a midwife in a neighboring kingdom for 10 years before moving after her husband's death. she'd somehow stuck around, with you coming to her home once a week to check on you - at her request. she'd never pried. she simply attached herself to you so when your labor pains had begun in the cave, she somehow found her way there.
you look on at the two wriggling babies next to you. staring at them for a few minutes before mrs. jiang's voice bring you out of your hypnotized state.
"what shall you call them?" she gazes at you while drying her hands with a cloth.
"luke and kieran." you'd seen those names in your dreams for the latter half of your pregnancy and you knew that it had to be their names.
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"my sweetest boys, i wish your father were here to see you." another night of laying next to them as they sleep. you'd been doing it to help them sleep but it often extended to well after they were out. you watched as their little chests rose and fell with their breaths and their cheeks fluffed up and down. they looked so much like him. same with their hair, same dragon horns and markings. they were just like their father, beautiful.
you brush luke's hair back before gently patting kieran's stomach, surely full from all the milk he'd eaten.
he should have been here. he would have adored them. done everything he could to give them better than what he had. burned the world anew so they would not even think the cruelty he went through was possible.
when you finally decided to settle for sleep, you found your thoughts running to him again.
'Don't worry, I am not alone. I bound your soul to me so you can find me. Find us. In another life perhaps. I named them. Luke and Kieran. Our sons. Or maybe they will find you.'
that is the last thought you remember before drifting off.
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"Fahliiv mu dathra" kieran says while looking at a photo in the boss' living hallway. a garden of daturas.
"what did you just say?" sylus emerges, unsure if he'd heard right.
"umm boss..." "what did you say?"he repeats again, silencing luke's attempt at any interruption.
these two mysterious boys showed up on sylus' doorstep a few months prior and never left. they'd asked for a place at onychinus and sylus didn't even get to tell them no. strangely, he couldn't tell them no. everytime he looked at them, he'd felt these strong feelings he couldn't described. something about them is familiar. he couldn't place it for a while but he still allowed them to stay, the silver streaks in their hair mirroring his own silver locks.
"Fahliiv mu dathra," kieran says a bit more confidently, his eyes gauging what sylus' reaction could take.
he hadn't heard that in so long. he hadn't heard it in this lifetime. he squints his eyes to decipher whether the twins are playing some weird joke. either way, where could they have heard that? when he sees their expressions remain, he decides to question again.
"where did you learn that?" he decides a new line of questioning.
"...our mother" he could hear the nervousness in his voice. that answer left him confused and the twins took it as a signal to keep going.
"our mother told us it was a funny thing between her and our father. an attempt when she first tried to learn his language."
"learn my language." they both end at the same time. he takes a clear look at their face and he finally sees. it's you. in both of them. but it's also him.
sylus' mind was beginning to spin with one thought. you were pregnant. with his children. you were with child. and you were alone in that cave. he feels sick. but he also feels happy. he had sons.
"was your mother-?" the twins see the gears turning in his head and decides it was now or never.
"yes, she was." luke confirms and his heart does something. it sinks and explodes all at the same time. he slowly moves to his living room and finds the couch, with the two boys in tow.
"how did you know that i was your father?" he takes one thing at a time.
"she used to draw a sketches of a man and one night we heard her saying she missed you. we kinda put things together there considering she mentioned 'his beauitful silver hair.'" luke answered and kieran continues "there were nights she'd cry herself to sleep with the parchment clutched in her hands." this breaks sylus. he's not someone who cries. he willed himself to not cry time and time again but tears seemed to disobey and cloud his vision.
"we started seeing you in our dreams two years ago and simply thought it meant nothing until we saw you while working an auction last year." luke admits and sylus doesn't even recall seeing them then.
"mom doesn't remember us?" his tone sounds disappointed, especially since he'd seen sylus sitting at his desk once mephisto return from astra knows where, with her photos appearing on his computer screen, and sylus decides to be honest, with everything now in the open.
"she doesn't. not yet. but i'm going to make sure she will." he proclaims and he sees the two in front of him visibly perk up. he explains that you haven't even met in this lifetime but you are a hunter in Linkon.
he awkwardly pulls them both and gives them a firm hug, his emotions needing somewhere to go. this was definitely new territory but soon he would have you back and you could both finally be a family.
he would take a bit of time to process what the boys have told him but what he does immediately know is that what was between you and him was real. these boys were living proof of the love you both planted among the daturas.
"Fahliiv mu dathra " - "Love in my daturas" || reader had made a simple mistake and meant love of my daturas' and it became something endearing between her and sylus. a/n: quickly remembered that the writing itch does NOT care what priorities you have and you have to write before it leaves. the art piece by @art-by-ady absolutely floored me and had me in tears for a few minutes(as per my comment on the post lol) so please take a look it to see where this idea came from.
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“hello?”
onychinus wasn’t really an official office, but there existed a home-base of operations.
with clean-cut interior, bulletproof glass conference rooms, desks scattered with both paperwork and technology alike under the ambient warm light surprisingly considerate of people who are sensitive to brightness, the building stands central north of the N109 zone.
this, as far as dwellers and factions know, is the home of the infamous ruler of onychinus. the dragon’s den. the keeper’s castle.
and this young, new assistant who is trying to make something of himself in the tower of bodies trying to climb upwards on the social ladder starts work today.
onychinus promises worth in exchange for loyalty. no questions asked.
he can do that.
he hasn’t even been sat an hour yet on his new desk before the phone started to ring.
briefed that all calls should be handled with promptness and professionalism, he takes it barely at the first ring. not expecting the voice that comes through.
“helloo?”
it takes him a moment to recall the script. “service?”
“can talk to papa?”
you call out for sylus as you step out of the bathroom, fingers holding your dress in place and when he walks in, you swear the air shifts a little.
“can you please help me zip this?” you ask, turning your back to him without thinking twice. like it’s the most natural thing in the world to trust him like this.
there’s a brief pause before you feel his fingers brush against your skin, warm and careful and your breath catches without warning. he moves slowly, almost too slowly, like he’s aware of every inch of space between you, and suddenly it feels… intimate in a way you didn’t expect.
by the time the zipper reaches the top, his hand lingers for a second, and when you turn around to face him, you catch the way he looks away just slightly. jaw tight, like that small moment meant something a lot bigger than either of you were ready to say out loud.
─ BOYFRIEND RAFAYEL TEXTS PT. 2
CONTENT WARNINGS: fem reader, crack, profanity, Very suggestive, rafayel is a certified freakaleek™️, rafayel is also overdramatic and chronically online (as per usual), jealousy, all the LIs bully him in this one 😚
NOTE: this is part two of the rafayel loserboy agenda :3 peep part one if you haven't already!!!!
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@kamieow 2026. reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
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"Please," he was begging, hips shallowly thrusting against your plump ass, his large hands gently pinning your legs down against your chest to fold you in half. He was desperate, so down bad, and so fucking hard. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape to gasp for little breaths of air, looking on the verge of busting inside of you but edging himself to prolong the pleasure.
“Y-you’re gross..” you gasped out softly, resting back on your forearms, closing one eye and moaning when he thrusted just deep enough to hit that spongey spot. Eyes glazing over his needy face, as you tried to look as annoyed.
His thrusts only got quicker and more shallow, shameless whimpers spilling free from his lips as he nodded. “more… c’mon, insult me, slap me, hit me…” he whined, groaning out when he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him. Walls clamped down around his dick, “f-fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” he moaned quietly, as he bit down on his bottom lip and moved his hips much slower, knowing he was about to cum any second now.
“You’re dumb, a-annoying, arrogant, and you think you own me,” you whined and rattled off, stuttering from his thrusting cock, looking at him with tense eyes. That was before you pouted, and leaned up just a little, moving one of your arms quickly.
SLAP!
His breathing hitched, a red mark blooming on his stinging cheek. The room going quiet after your slap, but you didn’t seem sorry or bothered. Laying back down when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, whining softly. His eyes traced back into your naked body beneath him, gaze darkening and tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek you had slapped. He let out a shameless moan before grabbing your thighs tighter and pushing them apart roughly.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he sped up his thrusts, lifting his hips back and slamming against your plump ass fast and hard. Squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his eyebrows, mouth agape in a silent moan. His hips thrusted erratically, your bedroom filled with the creaking of the bed, your moans, and the sound of his hips going “plap! plap! plap!”
He threw his head back, “a-agh..!” moaning out as his hips stuttered, when he finally came deep inside your pussy. Hot, sticky cum flooding your hole as you whimpered and squirmed, body aching and tired.
His hips began to gently roll when his orgasm subsided, looking down at you lustfully. His left hand moving to your inner thigh and thumb gently rubbing and swirling over your clit.
“Wanna pull my hair as I eat you out?”
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⁀➴☕︎ | Zayne doesn't believe sharing is caring
"I didn't think I'd have to do this" Zayne admits as he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves back.
"But you are" You deadpan, trying not to ogle his protruding arm veins too much. You had something important at stake here, you couldn't afford to lose focus!
As Zayne leaned forward in his seat, you automatically followed. Him in his suit vest and pressed pants, you in your snowman PJs and fluffy slippers. A single chocolate macaron sitting on the coffeetable between the both of you, innocent crumbs of its brethren surrounding it.
This had begun all because the bakery had decided to box an odd number of macarons. And despite having a good number (each), you both weren't ready to give that last macaron up.
Heyy.... Kinda wanted to sneak into your inbox to ask a question... or maybe its considered a request... (Sorry if u aren't taking any rn) But i just read the fic where caleb dont let his son disrespect you. I was wondering if theres any way you could make a sylus version? I've never been able to find any fic with that trope for sylus <3 Of course if u dont want to u dont need to!!!!
No omg because a Sylus version would also eat!!! I will definitely do my best to try and write one if I can!🩷
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⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"