Nazuki

A simp for Zayne (LADS) Ichigo Kurosaki, Phoenix Wright, Nanami Kento, Ryunosuke Tsunashi, Leon S. Kennedy, Mirio Togata, Ginoza Nobuchika, Shinya Kogami, Welt Yang, Date Masamune (Sengoku basara), Professor Layton, Raiden (metal gear series) Daredevil, Alucard (Castlevania) Riku (kingdom hearts), Tae-woon (Rugal) Gaius (tales of xillia), trunks (Dragonball z) Trey Clover (twisted Wonderland)

[fullmetalbleach]

It is funny that i have a type. Every of my husband's haves:

- something to do with fire

- have lost someone dear to them

- is very protective

- helpful and sweet

- Badass

- most importantly: A MAN

They're all connected somehow!

PS: they are all father figures :3

[starlitsofia]

Caught wearing his shirt

𝜗℘ feat. rafayel, xavier, zayne, sylus, caleb.

— 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

The morning sun poured through the window of his studio, painting streaks of gold over scattered sketches and half-finished canvases.

You didn’t mean to steal it; his white shirt had been draped over the back of a chair, smelling faintly of paint and his cologne. You slipped it on just to stay warm while he stepped out for coffee.

When he returned, he stopped mid-step.

For a moment, Rafayel didn’t breathe. His eyes widened, then his ears and the tips of his cheeks flushed crimson.

“You-” His voice cracked slightly before he composed himself. “That’s… mine.”

You looked up from his easel, teasing, “I know. It’s comfortable.”

He folded his arms, lips twitching into a smirk. “Comfortable? My clothes aren’t for lounging, cutie.”

Still, he didn’t move closer, just stared, clearly conflicted between flustered and delighted. His fingers brushed the hem as he finally approached.

“You wear it better than I do,” he murmured, so softly it nearly disappeared in the air.

He stepped a little closer, voice gentle and warm.

“You really do have a way of making even my things feel… like they were made for you.”

— 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

You didn’t expect him back so soon. His uniform shirt had been tossed carelessly on the couch after a long mission, and in a moment of mischief, you tried it on, the shirt hung loosely over your frame, carrying his scent.

The door slid open.

“...You’re wearing my shirt.”

His tone was calm, but his brows lifted in mild surprise. He crossed the room, gaze focused entirely on you.

You laughed nervously. “I was cold. It’s-”

He reached out before you finished, tugging the lapel lightly into place.

“It suits you,” he said, voice low and gentle. “You can keep it if you want.”

That was Xavier's quiet affection hidden under calm composure. His thumb brushed your collarbone through the fabric.

“You always get cold easily,” he murmured. “So… maybe it’s better this way.”

“You should wear it more times,” he murmured, almost to himself. “It’ll feel like I’m still there.”

Then, with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he added,

“Just don’t let anyone else see you in it. That part… I might mind.”

— 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

It started as a joke. You wandered into his lab wearing his pale blue dress shirt, the one he usually wore under his white coat. The sleeves swallowed your hands, the hem nearly down to your thighs.

When Zayne turned from his notes and saw you, his pen froze mid-air.

“You… What are you doing in my shirt?”

He tried to sound composed, but his voice faltered slightly at the end. You tilted your head. “Borrowing.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, though a hint of red colored his ears.

“It’s not regulation attire for you,” he muttered.

You only smiled, tugging on the collar. “Maybe I’ll make it part of the new dress code.”

His lips quirked despite himself. He set his tablet aside, crossed the room, and leaned down so his eyes met yours.

“You shouldn’t tease me while dressed like that. It’s distracting.”

You grinned. “Then maybe I’ll keep it.”

“You can wear it,” he said quietly, his tone softer than before. “And don’t make this a habit,” he added under his breath, “unless you want me to start bringing extra shirts just for you.”

— 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Sylus was impossible to sneak around, but you still tried. His black button-up hung from the chair in his quarters, and you slipped it on, curious how it felt soft, heavy, and so him.

“Cute,” his voice drawled behind you.

You spun, startled, only to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes glinting.

“Didn’t realize you were into theft,” he said with a lazy grin.

You straightened. “You left it out.”

He pushed off the door, approaching with a secret amusement. He circled you once, fingers grazing the fabric at your shoulder.

He pushed off the door. He circled you once, fingers grazing the fabric at your shoulder.

“You know what happens to people who take my things?”

You swallowed. “What?”

His smile deepened.

“Keep it. I like how you look wearing it.”

He stepped closer until his breath brushed your ear.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice dropping low enough to make your pulse race. “I don’t mind you taking what’s mine… but once you do, I expect you to keep it.”

He tugged lightly on the fabric, eyes never leaving yours.

“So go ahead,” he said, stepping closer until his breath brushed your ear. “Keep it. Just remember what that means.”

— 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

It was early morning on the ship. You were cold, and his off-duty shirt was right there soft gray cotton that smelled like him. You pulled it on and curled up on the couch.

When Caleb walked in, still half asleep, he blinked once, then twice.

“...Is that my shirt?”

You looked up. “It might be.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. The corners of his mouth tugged upward despite his attempt at sternness.

“You could’ve just asked, you know.”

He moved closer, his height casting a shadow over you, and tugged lightly on the hem.

“Looks better on you,” he admitted quietly.

Then, after a pause-

“But you’re not wearing that outside this room.”

You grinned. “Jealous?”

He chuckled, low and warm. “Just cautious.” His hand brushed your cheek before he turned to make breakfast. “Keep it for now. But next time, I’m charging a tax.”

“Tax?”

He smirked, shrugging.

“Just remember, borrowing my things means you owe me… your attention for the next hour.”

[zaynezone]

"You want me to do...what?" Zayne stares at you as if you'd grown a second head, a reaction you'd expected.

"It's called No Nut November! I think the name is pretty intuitive." You tease, though the confused expression on his face doesn't fade. With a grin, you explain the challenge.

"So, you're proposing we go the entire month without having sex. And what is the purpose of this challenge?" He crosses his arms, not nearly as amused as you are.

“Well it’s just for fun! Aren’t you curious to see how long you can go without orgasming?”

“Why would I be curious about such a thing when I’m with you?” He steps closer to you, eyes beginning to darken. Still, you don’t let it go.

“You’re always testing your endurance aren’t you?” You smile extra sweetly as his chest nearly brushes yours, caging you against the kitchen counter.

“I suppose this would test your endurance as well…” A flicker of competitiveness flares in Zayne’s eyes, and you know you have him.

“Exactly! So, how about we make this interesting? If you can last longer than me, I’ll do anything you want for a whole day, but if I win…you do anything I want for a day.” It’s an intriguing proposal, one you know he’ll go for.

“Alright. Though I doubt this will be a struggle for either of us.” He smiles, though you note the slight tightness in his pants. Apparently just talking about sex was enough to get Zayne going. You’ll file that away for later.

“Oh totally. We’ll probably make it the whole month!”

He doesn’t last a week.

[themagicafox]

So we’re going to the Babymetal concert and dressing up as Daft Punk for Halloween?..

[amorgasmic]

𝓩𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝓛𝐈 𝓟★𝐑𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

✉️ྀི ⋮ this post contains links to sexually explicit videos on twt. do not interact if you are not comfortable with that sort of content and/or are a minor. thank you ᢉ𐭩

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟏 .. he loves to ease it in slowly and watch your reaction to him stretching you out

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟐 .. you spend all morning teasing him while he's at work so he HAS to come home on his lunch break and teach you a lesson

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟑 .. it's time for the doctor to get a full body examination

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟒 .. the doctor prescribed spanks for being a naughty girl

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟓 .. how days off are usually spent together because they can be rare with your busy schedules

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟔 .. even when he's tired from work he'll still let you use him any way you want

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟕 .. how the majority of your appointments with doctor zayne will typically end

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟖 .. you pushed him a little too hard while he was trying to work and now he's got you bent in front of him

⋆ ꒰ 𝟎𝟗 .. you're at another banquet and zayne couldn't take his eyes off you all night that a secret bathroom meeting was mandatory

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟎 .. he's supposed to be getting work done but you present yourself like this and he can't help but get distracted

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟏 .. soft morning sex before he has to go play a big meanie for the rest of the day

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟐 .. he's driving you home after a date but the sexual tension takes over

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟑 .. zayne who loves to admire how wet you get for him

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟒 .. sometimes he needs caleb's help to take care of their special girl ft caleb xia

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟓 .. he's working late cause he's a doctor, and you look so cute when you're bent over

⋆ ꒰ 𝟏𝟔 .. he said it's time for your bi-daily inspection

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[swicyscripts]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰.ᐟ

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: smut.ᐟ 1.2k.ᐟ unprotected sex (caleb & sylus).ᐟ cunnilingus (zayne).ᐟ squirting.ᐟ squirt play (caleb & zayne).ᐟ nipple play (sylus).ᐟ mirror sex (sylus).ᐟ overstimulation.ᐟ profanities.ᐟ caleb is a tease.ᐟ they're freaky here.ᐟ

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: caleb x female reader.ᐟ zayne x female reader.ᐟ sylus x female reader.ᐟ

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: anonymous.ᐟ

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: masterlist.ᐟ

𝐌𝐒. 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: guess who multitasked? (writing this while studying for midterms lol). ME!

the night air at skyhaven had always been cold and quiet. the familiar scent of tranquility drifted through the air, almost peaceful.

almost.

if not by the evident dew cascading down a certain someone's abode—caleb xia’s. what was happening inside was…the contrary; the atmosphere was thick, chaotic—devoid of tranquility.

caleb had you open up to him, your thighs separated, his firm hold pushing them to your stomach as he drove into you.

deep. desperate.

your ragged breaths mingled against his; symphonies of obscenity echoing across the room. he leaves no room between you. he moved with precision, hitting the spots that had you drawing crescents on his skin. “oh my g—babe—so tight–” he groaned the rest of his words, hissing at the way you grip around him like you wanted him dry.

you moaned a response. it felt good—too good.

hotter, shakier, your breath goes. you felt lightheaded, your mind too clouded by pleasure to think anymore. your vision was all blurry, unable to catch a glimpse of how caleb's lips tugged up in the slightest—mischievously.

just then, you felt the pad of his fingers worked it's magic, moving desperate circles on your clit that had you gasping and clinging onto him like he was your last string of sanity. you cried. “wait—caleb—it’s too m–”

“yes, yes. c’mon, cum for me, cum for me, babe—fuck—” he chanted, your name escaping his lips in symphonies of sighs.

as the sensation overwhelmed you, you cried out, your body convulsed. the moment you shuddered, caleb smoothly pulled back, his shaft slick and gleaming from your essence. but the relief was instantly replaced by a sharp, electric yearning. he guided the head of his shaft against your sensitivity, a slow, deliberate slide, then a tantalizing, firm tap. it shocked you, the delectable pressure made your hips jerk violently off the bed—a violent gushing stream hit his pelvis with its warmth.

“caleb!—caleb!” you screamed his name, vision blurring as the world dissolved into pure ecstasy.

he laughed, a low, reverberating sound in his chest. “fuck—that’s it, babe. let it all out f’me,” he whispered, eyeing how the spectacle beneath him fluttered onto nothingness.

then he began to push back into you, a sharp cry of overstimulation ripping from your throat. deeper and faster, caleb goes. your inner muscles enveloped him tight, aftershocks of pleasure intensifying once more.

zayne's home had always been quiet, saved by the low murmur of the refrigerator and the soft hum of the air-conditioner. the atmosphere was calm, but it all melted away the moment his focus turned to you.

his once pristine and serene space now littered with evidence of your shared sensuality. neither of you remembered how, who and when it all started, too drowned by each other's need. the desires burn relentlessly, your breaths tangled; your bodies to. now, he was kneeling before you, your legs—restrained by his firm grip—dangled on his shoulders. zayne's eyes never left yours, emerald orbs glint with pure focus despite the stubborn shield of his glasses.

“oh—z-zayne—zayne–” your hands flew down reflexively, gripping the mussed locks between you. zayne hummed, his lips wet, connected with your aching womanhood. the way he explored you with the same focused detail he applied to his profession was too much to handle. he's way too damn good.

every flick of his tongue drove you wild, a trophy of his mastery. faster, harder, his tongue goes now, leaving you a babbling, shuddering mess. “ah—wait—you’re gonna make me–”

then you felt it, the first tidal wave hit you. it was a sudden, uncontrollable surge. you finally let go. your body stiffened as you hold your breath. zayne stopped upon feeling your body tense before pulling his head back with a loud exhale. “no—zay—” you gasped when a sharp, sudden spray of warmth landed on the lenses of his glasses.

zayne didn't flinch like what you were expecting; instead, a small soft smile—the kind that only appeared when you did something he's proud of—crept onto his face. “look at you making a mess, my love.” you flushed at his words, mewling his name

before you could protest, his fingers cut you off, padding stripes against where you were gushing, tapping a rhythm of exhilarating praise. “oh—oh my g—zayne. zayne!” your eyes rolled back, your hips bucking unrelentlessly.

zayne hummed an answer for your plea as he spread your delicate folds with the lightest pressure of his two fingers, exposing your milky core entirely. he leaned back just enough to admire the effect of his handiwork, his eyes shining. "mmm. you're gonna kill me one of this days, love. my good girl—such a mess." he murmured before closing the small gap once more, enveloping you completely with the warmth of his mouth.

“oh yes—fuck—so deep, feel so full.” your words wafted through the thick air, a melodious sonata syncing with every flutter of your breath. you leaned against him, your back meeting the warmth of his rigid chest. sylus was seated on the wide leather couch, cradling your hips as you moved wildly above him.

up. down. you bounced brazenly, your right arm draped over his broad shoulder for support. “fuck—look at us,” an airy chuckle ripped up from you as you watched your vague reflections from the massive, sleek mirror infront—a backdrop for your kinky desires. it was obscenely carnal; the sight alone made your cunt pool once more.

how could you not? not when his crimson eyes demanded to lock with yours, his mouth full of your mound; latching, suckling, swirling his tongue along with your sanity. with an indecent pop, sylus released the nipple he’d been drawing on, his left hand shifting to your swollen core.

“you're so beautiful, sweetie,” he rasped in your ear, pressing a light kiss on your temple after. he didn't just touch; he commanded, stroking your clit with a firm, circular pressure that made your vision white. and as if on cue, your breath quickened, hips snapping faster along with the messy speed of his fingers. “that's it, that's it, go crazy for me, kitten. c'mon you can do it.” he gritted, his own hips snapping against yours as if your desperate movements weren't enough.

sylus. sylus.

your shaky pleas echoed. you were losing control, slipping into a delirium of pure bliss. “oh fuck—shit—i’m close—sylus ‘m gonna cum–" and just like that it snapped, a white-hot climax washed through your veins along with a sudden hiss of release. it was quick but a violent stream gushed right after, hitting the mirror before cascading down the flawless glass.

sylus’s eyes were blazing, his chest rose and fell. he watched your face, the raw satisfied expression on your features, and with one final tap on your sensitivity, he pulled out, chuckling. he spilled his own release onto your stomach, pumping his his slick girth with a hiss.

you collapsed backward, breathless, your cheek against his sweat-damp neck, his scent inviting. sylus wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly close and whispered, “do me a favor and do that more often, please, sweetie?”

“sylus!” you flushed, smacking his arm.

the said man just chuckled, pressing a hot, possessive kiss to your neck, his eyes still locked on your shared reflection in the mirror.

[zaynezone]

@medicli a hangover cure for you babe

Zayne had a bad day.

Everything had gone wrong. It rained during his run, he forgot to bring his lunch, and his favourite scrub nurse called out sick. By the time he manages to drag himself home, he's so tired he doesn't even have the energy to warm up the dinner you'd made for him.

"Hi Zaynie." You smile when you see him. You're curled up in bed, book in hand, the warm lamp light illuminating your face. A small part of him relaxes. No matter how bad a day he had, at least he got to come home to you.

He doesn't have the energy to respond just yet. You don't seem to mind as he undresses in silence, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants. He forgoes a shirt. Joining you in bed, he tugs you close to him. Your book lays forgotten on the nightstand as he settles on top of you.

You're so warm, even in the t-shirt and shorts you sleep in. He presses his face into the crook on your neck, the smell of your lotion easing his racing heart. But still, the contact isn't enough. His hands slip under your shirt and, though his intent was really only to hold your waist, you sit up to pull the fabric off.

It's exactly what he needs. He hugs you tightly, chin hooked over your shoulder as you gently pat his back. His chest is pressed against yours, the steady beating of your heart matching his. Your free hand is running through his hair and the feeling makes him shiver. Something about your touch energizes him in a way unlike anything he's ever felt. In just a few minutes, he finally finds it in himself to speak.

"I missed you."

[syluskitten28]

[snowballseal]

How they react to you feeling insecure (LaDS)

Summary: How the Love and Deepspace boys react to you feeling insecure about various things. Includes Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, and Xavier. Lots of fluff.

Word Count: they're all around 1000 roughly

Note: Warnings of different kinds of insecurity, ranging from physical to mental. I'm not sure of how well the Xavier one turned out, he's harder for me to write, but I couldn't leave him out!!! Anyways, hope yall enjoy!

Rafayel

His ended up being a lot longer, so it's posted separately.

here

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Sylus

Being partners with Sylus is a…daunting position to be in.

You always considered yourself a fairly average person, more focused on who you are than what you look like. It’s not that you don’t like the way you look - you do - and you don’t like comparing yourself to anyone, but you don’t plan on being a model anytime soon. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Then you met Sylus, a man who looks like he was carved from the marble of ancient architecture. He could stand in a room of masterpieces and people would still look at him instead of the art. And since you’re by his side now, that means they’re also looking at you.

Being stared down by wanderers in one thing. Being stared down by the most powerful and prevalent members of the N109 Zone? You hate to admit that it gets to you. In fact, it gets so under your skin, that even when you’re dressed in the most extravagant dresses and decadent jewelry, you can’t help but feel…insecure.

Twisting in front of the mirror, you eye every detail of the dress Sylus bought you. It’s perfect, of course. The man has an annoying knack for getting you the most beautiful things and knowing exactly what fits you. The color compliments your hair and it’s comfortable to boot.

Still. You can’t help but feel like a kid trying to fit in at the adults table, wearing your mother’s heels even though they don’t fit. A bit ridiculous.

“Do you not like it?” Sylus appears behind you, dressed in a matching, lavish suit. 

You jump a little, eyes flicking up to meet his in the mirror. His eyes burn into you, reading the hesitation on your face as you curl your arms around your stomach. There’s no fiery retort or witty comment like usual. You just look back at your dress, the tips of your ears tinging pink.

A frown pulls at Sylus’ lips, his voice softening, “What’s wrong?”

“...Do you really think people believe us? That we’re together?” You ask quietly, shuffling your weight back and forth. “That I’m a good match for you?”

You’re keenly aware that you’ve never had a conversation like this with Sylus. For the most part your relationship has been filled with teasing and playful bickering. It’s always light. Or about work. This is new, and while you trust him more than anything, you hate not knowing how he will react.

Sylus hums, low and thoughtful, as he curls his arms around you, “Does it matter to you what others think?”

You let out a sigh, leaning back into his touch thankfully. You want to say no. You want to keep up the air of confidence, but that quiet voice of doubt keeps worming its way through your thoughts.

“I just…I feel like I’m not what people expect. And…” you try to explain, hesitating. Sylus presses a kiss to your shoulder, offering a hum of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you add, “It bothers me. It feels like I’m being forced into the spotlight but I’m not meant to be there. Like I don’t fit.”

“Hmm, so you feel like an odd duckling.” You give him a small jab, and Sylus chuckles. “My apologies. I think you misunderstand the attention though.” He pulls you closer. You shiver as his lips trace along the crook of your shoulder, pressing delicate kisses up the side of your neck, until he can murmur lowly into your ear, “You’re too humble, kitten. When you walk into a room, all eyes turn to you, not out of judgment, but out of jealousy. Afterall, you’ve tamed the leader of Onychinus. Even if you walked in with your uniform, they’d look at you the same. And I get the pleasure of walking around with the most powerful-” He presses his lips to your jaw. “-beautiful-” His lips trace against your cheek. “-woman of Linkon City. Don’t let the attention of those lesser than you make you doubt, otherwise I might have to find another way to show them just how well we fit together.”

Sylus’ eyes catch yours in the mirror again. They’re dark, like coals surrounded by flickering cinders. So intense you can almost feel the flames licking along your skin. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s being genuine. And that sets your heart racing. Along with the way he holds you so close, equal parts possessive and reverent. Like worship.

“Your devotion might scare some people, Sylus,” you whisper, glancing sideways at him.

He flashes a dangerous smile, “Does it scare you?”

You cast one final glance at your reflections before turning around in his hold and curling your arms around his neck. Sylus raises a challenging brow.

“I’m not. I like how you stand up for me, even when it’s against my own insecurities.” You draw him down, pressing a kiss to that carnal smile. Sylus softens immediately, cupping your jaw to draw you into a deeper kiss. The warmth that simmers in each and every touch leaves you a little breathless when you pull away. Pressing against his chest before he can drag you in again, you make sure to say one last thing, “Thank you, Sylus. I’ll make sure to remember all of that…especially the part about you being wrapped around my finger.”

“Hmm, such a cruel mistress, indeed.”

“And you love me.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, “Yes, I do. So, will you accompany me to this auction now?”

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Zayne

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m going?” You ask, voice wavering with nerves as you straighten Zayne’s tie for him.

“Isn’t it natural to bring one’s partner to these kinds of events?” He tilts his head, brow perked ever so slightly.

You nod, but can’t seem to erase the frown on your lips.

A week ago, Zayne had asked if you would accompany him to his medical school’s class reunion banquet. He had been asked to give a special word, given the reputation he had developed in his time at Akso Hospital, not to mention winning the Starcatcher Award for his work.

At first, you were ecstatic to have an opportunity to learn more about his old life. He has such a thing about living in the present, you hardly get to hear any stories about his time in med school, or when he was doing rotations at the hospital. You were eager to meet the people who he used to spend time with and hopefully catch a few stories you could tease him with later.

But as the night drew closer, you started actually thinking about all the people you would be around, all of whom graduated from the same medical program Zayne did. You can only imagine how smart they all are. And how you’ll get lost the moment any medical jargon comes up. 

The more you think about it, the more nerves you feel buzzing under your skin. You know you’re not the smartest, not compared to Zayne at least. He’s a genius, after all, and could probably outsmart most anyone. You’ve always been better at the physical stuff. That’s what makes you such a good pair. 

It’s not like you can impress everyone by whipping your gun out and fighting, though. All you’ll have are your words, and you’re not particularly good with those…

You blink when a large hand suddenly circles your wrist. Glancing up, you find Zayne looking down at you, brows furrowed ever so slightly.

“While I appreciate your attention to detail, I believe you’ve been straightening my tie for five minutes now.” Heat creeps up your neck. You hadn’t even realized you had been lost in thought. Zayne’s eyes narrow inquisitively.  “What are you thinking about that has your mind so preoccupied?” 

His thumb brushes casually along the inside of your wrist, not so subtly checking your pulse. A strangely endearing habit of his when he’s worried about you. You let out a long sigh and hide your face against his chest, feeling the heat bleed across your cheeks.

How are you supposed to tell him that you’re insecure about how smart all his friends must be?

Zayne doesn’t push right away. He knows you’ll explain when you want to, and if you don’t, then he knows you’re not ready to. It was an unspoken rule between you, something you started with him because you noticed he likes to think his words out. It felt natural to offer you the same when you struggle to express yourself. Like now.

Ultimately, you figure it’s better to just be straightforward. That’s how he would do it, and it’s better than dancing around the subject.

“I guess I’m nervous because I feel like I’m going to be the dumbest person in the room tonight,” you mutter against his coat. Your fingers tap out an anxious beat against his abdomen. “It’s silly and I know it shouldn’t matter, but I just don’t want to make you look bad.”

Zayne remains quiet for a long minute. Your fingers move a little quicker, matching the stuttering rhythm of your heart. His hand slides up, gently trapping them against his body.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Physical tics are a common result of anxiety,” he hums dismissively, thumb smoothing over your knuckles. “As is your rapid heart rate. This truly bothers you.”

“Of course it does,” you sigh, a bit exasperated, ”You’ve worked hard to get where you are, Zayne. I love you so much, and I respect your work more than anything. I don’t, I don’t want to say something stupid and have it reflect on you badly.”

The doctor clicks his tongue, “First, I would prefer if you stop using that language to describe yourself.”

Your heart falters when his cool fingers touch your cheek, drawing your face up to his. He looks upset, but not exactly at you, the sharp line of his jaw contrasting with the softness of his eyes. Like it pains him that you think this way. Which it does.

“Those words don’t suit you. I wouldn’t allow another to call you them, so why would I allow you to?” He asserts, the corner of his lips twitching with distaste. “I don’t want to hear them again, do you understand?”

“Okay.” A thread of warmth curls around your heart when Zayne nods approvingly. His protectiveness really knows no bounds.

“Second, I do not agree with your diagnosis.” 

Your brow furrows a little. What? What does he mean, he disagrees? He’s literally surrounded by geniuses, you can’t match up to any of them if they’re anything like him. 

Seeing you start to overthink, Zayne shakes his head and gently pinches your cheek. You jolt back a little. The corners of his eyes crinkle, making you pout.

“Meanie,” you grumble, “Fine, explain your reasoning, Doctor Zayne.”

“It’s simple. Intelligence is made up of more than just academic knowledge, which, I assume, is what you are thinking of when you make such comments.” You nod. He’s not wrong about that, you guess. “Intelligence also includes the knowledge of how to use one’s strengths to achieve the best outcome. It is true that for some, this means using academic reasoning. However, it also includes those who develop the skills and discipline to maintain their bodies and fight for those who can’t, like…”

He pauses and gives you an expectant look.

“...me,” you finish slowly.

“Yes,” he hums, stroking the redness of your cheek, “I believe, under these standards, you are far more intelligent than most of the people you will meet tonight, darling. Though there is no comparison in the first place.”

His words sink in slowly but surely, filling in the cracks of your doubt. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he probably has some kind of healing magic, because you can already feel the burden of your insecurities melting away.

Leave it to Zayne to know exactly what to say, but in the most complex sounding way.

“You always know how to make me feel better, huh?” You ask, finally cracking that smile he loves.

“I am simply telling you the truth.” Zayne leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “There is not a lifetime in which my reputation will be more important than you. I would gladly throw it all away if it meant reminding you of that.”

You snort, “Don’t do that, please. I can only imagine the fit Doctor Greyson would throw. He’d be so mad at me.”

“I can handle Doctor Greyson, in the same way I can handle everyone tonight.” He slips his fingers between yours, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. You wiggle your fingers  happily and Zayne can’t help but grin to himself. “If at any point you find yourself uncomfortable, just stay by my side and I will act as your distraction. Though, I’m sure they will all love you, just as I do.”

“...Thank you, Zayne.”

“Of course, my jasmine.”

---

Xavier

Working with Xavier is a blessing, as much as it is a curse. You couldn’t ask for a better partner. Someone who you know will always have your back, who can handle himself completely, who is probably the most talented hunter you’ve ever met in your entire life. He’s undeniably amazing.

On the flip side of that, though, you often fall into the trap of thinking about how he deserves better. Wondering if, maybe, the only reason he chose to stay with you was because of the aether core in your heart. If that’s also the reason you’re in a relationship now…

And some days, these thoughts win out over the rest. Like today.

“What’s wrong?”

You blink, eyes flickering up from the bowl of ramen in front of you. Early on, you had started a tradition of eating a meal together after a successful mission, to just enjoy the peace of your home and each other. But today, you weren’t feeling that hungry, just…tired.

Xavier tilts his head, concern furrowing his brow - he noticed your mood start to shift days before, but didn’t want to push since you didn’t seem to notice it yourself. Now, though, it’s too obvious for him to ignore.

“I’m fine,” you sigh, flicking your chopsticks back and forth to watch the noodles swirl around in the broth, a small frown capturing your lips. It’s a horribly obvious lie.

“Is it something I did?” His voice isn’t accusatory or upset. It’s just a rational question to help him figure out what’s wrong. Still, you feel guilt tug at your chest, and you set the chopsticks down with another sigh.

You don’t want him to think that. You’d never blame Xavier for something like this. That would be like asking him to be a worse person, which is stupid. It’s just you. Your problem. Dragging him into it will only make you feel worse.

“No, Xavier, you didn’t do anything, promise. I’m not upset…with you.” 

“But you are upset.”

Chancing a glance up at him proves a bad idea, making it all that more difficult to keep your thoughts quiet. Behind his normal sleepy expression, worry gleams in the deep blue of his eyes, unyielding and undeniably calm, like waves lapping gently at the beach. 

The sight makes your heart ache and the words are tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them, “Do you think I’m actually a suitable partner for you?”

Surprise flickers across the hunter’s face. Of all the things he was expecting you to say, that wasn’t even on the list. He doesn’t laugh though, or take your question lightly.

“Do you mean, as a hunting partner? Or as a romantic partner?”

You shift uncomfortably, eyes falling back to your ramen, “I don’t know. Both, I guess?”

He hums softly. You try to ignore the nerves fluttering in your chest as Xavier gets up, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he circles the table to stand next to you. The hunter drips his head, catching your gaze.

“May I see your hand?”

A small frown pulls at your lips, not exactly sure where he’s going with this, but you offer him your hand anyways. Xavier takes your wrist, touch featherlight, and moves it so your hand is held up flat, facing him. Your brow furrows.

“Xav-”

“Look.” 

Pursing your lips, you let out a little huff. He really hates giving direct answers, doesn’t he? Still, you’re in no place to really judge him, or expect anything for that matter. He’s always been a bit of a mystery to you.

You watch as Xavier places his hand against yours. His palm is warm and you can feel the calluses from who knows how many years of hunting. Your hand looks tiny in comparison, his pale, delicate fingers long enough to curl over your own a little. The sight makes your heart squeeze, fondness competing with the feeling of being so…small.

“They’re pretty different,” Xavier hums, voice still calm, his own eyes fixed on your hands. “Your fingers are always cold, and your hands are small. You have a scar here.” His free hand grazes the side of your palm, along your pinky. “And here” He traces another along your knuckle. Your breath falters at the tenderness behind his touch, like you’re delicate porcelain. “Mine are in different places. Yours are skilled at weaving silk balls and mine can…open jars.”

You snort. Xavier’s eyes dart up to yours, sparkling with humor, a brow raised. You try to smother your laughter, rather ineffectively, and motion for him to continue.

“They’re different, but-” His fingers spread apart, and you mimic him instinctually, only for his fingers to slot between yours in one fluid motion. You inhale softly, laughter dying in your throat. It’s like two puzzle pieces fitting together, a perfect embrace that washes over you with a comforting warmth.

Xavier watches you, keenly aware of the way you squeeze his hand tightly, desperately, like you’re worried it might disappear. He gives yours a tender squeeze in return, thumb brushing over your knuckle.

“I think they’re a suitable match. Don’t you?”

God, how could you go without this man? The worries that have been pricking at the back of your mind all week seem to melt away. It leaves you with that warmth, the kind that only comes from Xavier, that he offers you over and over again.

You give his hand another squeeze, finally smiling, “Yah. I do…Thanks, Xavier.”

The hunter leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. You can feel his lips brush against your skin as he murmurs, “Let me know if you ever feel this way again, angel. I’ll be more than glad to remind you.”

“I will.”

---

This was really fun to write!!! I really hope you guys like it! There are so many freaking tags on this puppy.

[snoevergarden]

Zayne keeps his hands on your pregnant belly, when sleeping at night.

He gently rubs and soothes where his baby girl is. He wants his baby girl to feel his presence even if she's still inside your belly.

And when she makes movement in the middle of the night and your brows crease a little in pain, he rubs your belly and runs his hands through your hair to soothe the discomfort.

He will kiss your forehead and your belly to let both of his beautiful girls know how much he loves them. They're his world.

Inspired by a reel I saw on Insta.

[astrowithkaro]

Can you do august 28 (:

Language Of Birthdays: August 28 - Virgo

[You can find the rest of the series here; or check out my masterlist]

The Day Of Language

Those born on August 28 are masters at the use of language. Normally the word language refers to use of the written and spoken word, and indeed many people born on this day are good enough at that. But in a larger sense, the meaning intended here is the language of craft, a kind of technical facility, and people born on this day who are less verbally oriented usually master the technical aspects of what they do in their profession down to the last detail. In addition, August 28 people are convincing —they know how to get others to think about what they say, admire what they do and perhaps agree with them.

August 28 people generally make good debaters. Not only are they adept at reasoning but at manipulating concepts as well. Their arguments may be compared to a watertight system which allows for few contradictions. Those born on this day, however, usually avoid high-flown language or technique for its own sake; they consider technical mastery useless unless it is put in the service of a cause or idea that they deem worthy. Thus, using their rhetorical skills to clarify their thoughts and perhaps win others over to their point of view is generally what August 28 people have in mind.

August 28 people can quietly overwhelm others with the persuasiveness of their knowledge and ideas, which are deep and wide-ranging. They can also readily back up what they say with fistfuls of facts. Too often, however, they are so convinced of the Tightness of what they are doing that they misjudge their audience, its needs and desires; thus family, friends and the general public may agree with an August 28 person at the time of a discussion only to change their minds later, or worse yet, just forget about the matter entirely.

Those born on August 28 who have not discovered or developed their intellectual powers, perhaps due to upbringing or premature choice of career, can become aware of their talent for words and ideas through reading or school study. Many born on this day have an aptitude for foreign languages as well.

It is only natural that family and friends come to August 28 people for advice, as those born on this day often make excellent counselors, clergyman, social workers, politicians and the like. Therefore, an August 28 person's social, family or civic responsibility is very high and great care must be taken in bringing influential opinions to bear on the problems of others. On the other hand, unscrupulous individuals born on this day make excellent con artists, liars and cheats, and may be equally persuasive in a destructive way.

It is important that August 28 people apply their advice to themselves as well as to others. They must beware of becoming puritanical, however, condemning certain forms of enjoyment and satisfaction due to a rigid and unaccepting belief system. August 28 people should cultivate flexibility and a regard for the feelings of others.

Strengths:

Convincing

Intellectual

Articulate

Weaknesses:

Inflexible

Puritanical

Unaccepting

Advice

Those born on August 28 generally have many theories about health. For this reason they can be hard to advise or direct, but often serve as a fountain of knowledge for family and friends. If August 28 people take an interest in food and its preparation, those who live with them will reap the benefits, since cooking and food choices are generally based on fundamental and well-founded tenets of nutrition. Long walks are strongly recommended for those born on this day. particularly due to the well-known connection between rumination and locomotion. Regular sensual and sexual enjoyment will do August 28 people a world of good, and check puritanical tendencies.

Don't always be so sure that your answer is the only right one

Learn to listen to other points of view

Avoid drowning those around you in endless facts and examples, while missing the big picture

Stay on the straight and true path

[astrowithkaro]

hello !! I really like your language of birthdays series<33 it resonates a lot. can I request for September 5

Thank youuu !!!

Language Of Birthdays: September 5 - Virgo

The Day Of the Fanciful Sovereign

Those born on September 5 like to use their active and alert minds to dream up the most imaginative and romantic plans. They are very adept indeed at making such ideal notions real, but unfortunately can be highly unrealistic about their degree of success. Prone to excessive pride or indulgence, they may lose touch with reality and hence be afflicted with all kinds of maladies when they least expect them.

A recurrent theme in the lives of some September 5 people is that of working against themselves in a self-defeating pattern. Those born on this day can really get caught up in their regal egos and bury themselves in what they are doing. Consequently they may not only lose sight of what others think of them but also what is actually going on in their heart and subconscious. On the other hand. September 5 people are capable of wonderful fantasies of all sorts.

Although their personal lives may appear quite ordinary to some, what they surround themselves with, their creations or acquisitions, are often truly amazing. Thus they can feel like a king or queen in a fairytale palace. This magical world they create can hold the deepest meaning for them; unfortunately, their personal human values can get lost in the shuffle. At times it may seem that no one knows what September 5 people are really like away from their romantic image, least of all September 5 people themselves. Obviously what is needed, if those born on this day are to proceed further in their psychological and spiritual evolution, is that they distinguish between fancy and reality. They would do well to invest more time in themselves, and give sober thought to the state of their lives. Painfully, they may have to strip themselves down and start building a more realistic ego all over again.

September 5 people can make entertaining and enjoyable friends. Although they also have a serious side, having fun is important to them; they tend to do everything with a twinkle in their eye. They are most often of a giving and considerate nature, but can sometimes withdraw their affection without warning. Their motivations can thus be easily misunderstood. One criticism of September 5 people is that they only associate with certain individuals because of their attractiveness at a given time. Really, only the least highly evolved of those born on this day are so superficial or calculating; most September 5 people are remarkably innocent and childlike, and therefore gravitate to those who they feel care about them and offer true friendship.

Strengths:

Imaginative

Romantic

Fun

Weaknesses:

Excessive

Unaware

Self-destructive

Advice

Those born on September 5 must avoid undermining themselves, both physically and psychically. Such self-destructive patterns are difficult for them to recognize or acknowledge, so it can be crucial that family, friends or psychological counsellors offer realistic advice. An ever- present danger is that those born on this day develop the mistaken notion that they can get away with anything. They will eventually learn that there is a limit to what the body can with- stand, though the capacity of some September 5 people to abuse their health for long periods admittedly is amazing. Regular physical examinations (at least once a year) are recommended. As far as diet is concerned, a broad and well-balanced choice of foods is suggested.

Without losing your romantic sparkle, keep a firm grip on reality

You can't get away with breaking the rules forever—sooner or later the reckoning will come

Get to know yourself better

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

The way they held hands is so intimate. It’s really showing us that their affection for each other is mutual… I’m crying….

[eatfishies]

Intoxicated By Your Sweet Taste 🔞

summary: Zayne thinks he hasn’t given you much attention due to his work.

or

Pussy drunk! Zayne can’t get enough of you.

word count: 2k tags: NSFW, zayne x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, coming multiple times, domestic fluff at the end, pet names, breeding kink, creampie, established relationship fish notes: as always, pls heed the tags ~ nevertheless, this fic was inspired by this twt here ! hope all of u enjoy <3 ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ | my twt !

It was past midnight when the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking Zayne. She was already in bed, snuggled up with the plushies her dear lover got for her. Zayne smiled at the sight before striding towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

That action caused her to stir, fluttering her eyes open to look at her partner. “You’re back.” She mumbled sleepily.

Zayne gently stroked her hair, lulling her back to sleep. “Go back to sleep, love.” He said as he continued to play with her hair.

“I’ll only sleep if you do too.” She replied, which earned her a small smile from Zayne.

Once he had finished showering, she couldn’t help but marvel at his chiseled chest, glistening with droplets of water, running down ever so slowly. She tore her eyes away, feeling a little bit flushed.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by her observant lover though as Zayne pointed out, “Weren’t you half awake earlier? It seems like you’ve got your attention elsewhere now.”

She didn’t even bother to attempt and deflate herself because it’s true. She is enjoying this view very much.

Just like that, she hoisted herself up and had her eyes solely on him. Desire and lust coursing through her veins. “Yeah… you’re not wrong. It’s because you’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

A chuckle rumbled out of Zayne, a little surprised by her bold declaration, considering how sleepy she was earlier. “Ah, so that’s what caught your attention?”

Before she could even reply, Zayne is already making his way to the bed. Her eyes widened slightly as he pushed her down gently, making her gaze up at him.

“Have I neglected my darling? Am I not pleasuring you enough?” He spoke as his face inched closer. She felt her breath hitched in her throat as the pit of her stomach coiled with pure lust.

The words she wanted to say were caught up, speechless by the sudden mood change. She bit her lip, “What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Thick, strong fingers found its way to cup her face, “Then I shall take it upon myself to satisfy you until all your needs are met.” Without any hesitation, Zayne closed the distance between them and passionately kissed her.

She gasped as his other hand went to grab her hips, keeping her firmly in place as his tongue explored her mouth. Every ounce of sleepiness she had in her quickly vanished, instantly replaced by a primal hunger for him. She needs, no, she yearned to be one with him. To feel him in every way possible.

“Don’t… hold back.” He murmured in between her lips before he moved to trail kisses down on her neck, eliciting moans and whimpers. She closed her eyes shut, taking in the pleasure she’s receiving as he continued to suck and bite on her neck, leaving behind marks.

It was just a pure coincidence that she decided to wear a nightgown but she’s thankful nevertheless since it gave Zayne easy access to slip his hand up and caress her soft skin, feeling her up. She can feel her pussy growing needier and wetter with each touch he makes.

She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers began to rub against her slick, “Someone’s excited.” Zayne remarked as he suddenly pulled his fingers away and moved down to crouch in between her legs.

Instinctively, she spread wide open, staring down at him. “So wet for me… you really want this, hm?” She nodded eagerly, “Please… I need it.”

The once impassive doctor morphed into something else entirely. His expression held a plethora of emotions behind them as he felt his own hardness beneath his towel. “Very well. Scream for me princess.”

Any sort of thoughts she conjured up turned into nothing the moment Zayne licked her drooling pussy. His tongue expertly flicked her clit as she laid back down on the bed and writhed in intense pleasure.

“F- fuck! Zayne… hghh!” She moaned out as Zayne lapped at her needy cunt, savoring all of her wetness, wanting to taste all of her.

Her hands immediately tugged onto his hair, pulling him closer to her crotch as she screamed out his name repeatedly. It was too good that she could barely keep still, Zayne held onto her thighs to stop her from squirming.

The familiar pit in her stomach intensified, itching her closer to release. “Hahh…! Z- Zayne! I’m close, I’m so close!” She whined out, to which he kept tonguing her entrance vigorously until she arched her back and came all over his face.

Zayne pulled away slightly and licked his lips. There are traces of pussy juice on his mouth but he didn’t care. Not when his precious sweetheart tastes so divine. Before she could even beg him to put his hard shaft inside her, she gasped once she felt Zayne’s tongue on her folds again.

“W- wait! I… I just came!” She exclaimed, feeling like her legs were gonna give out from pleasure. But Zayne paid no mind as he resumed his ministrations on her sopping wet cunt. Even after orgasming, her pussy still throbbed for more.

At this point, she’s pretty sure she’s on cloud nine, especially when Zayne sucked on her nub, making her tremble. Green eyes observing her movements, watching as she moans and whimpers. Looking beautiful like this, Zayne wanted to keep this memory etched into his mind forever.

It was unbearable, she tried to push him away but he kept a strong grip on her legs, his tongue relentlessly flicking her eager pussy, swallowing all of her juices. He can feel himself getting intoxicated by her dripping cunt. There is nothing more rewarding than coming home everyday and getting to lap at her entrance like a starved man whilst also relishing her delightful sounds.

“C- coming!” Her hands scrambled for purchase as she came undone. Zayne lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice, “Did you feel good, honey?”

There was no single coherent thought in her mind right now. She couldn’t even think properly, it’s all a muddled mess, too foggy with pleasure. Sensing her pliant demeanor, Zayne moved to her side, brushing off the strands of her hair from her face.

“You’re so good for me, dear.” Was the only thing she heard before Zayne trailed his fingers down to caress her inner thighs, igniting goosebumps all over. She weakly muttered, “What are you doing?” Instead of responding, Zayne leaned down and pecked her lips. “Are you a good girl for me?”

His finger easily slipped in her gaping pussy, thrusting it in and out, earning a mewl from her. She bit her lips, “T- too sensitive... Zayne…” She clutched onto his arm, looking at him with glassy eyes.

“I said, are you a good girl?” Zayne repeated his question but this time, he inserted another finger in, taking away all of her last resolve.

“Mhmm… ah! Yes! Yes!” That further drove Zayne to keep plunging his fingers deep inside her gummy walls.

It has been hours since Zayne has been pushing her far off into her limits. Sleep be damned as he is now lapping up at her loose, dripping cunt. She could only let out soft mewls and moans whenever he skillfully buried his head in between her thighs. No amount of protest could get him to stop. It’s like Zayne has been possessed by an insatiable lust demon or some sort, at least that’s what she thought.

Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at Zayne who was lazily eating her out. “Zayne… please…”

He gave her pussy one last lick before meeting her teary gaze, “Please what?”

“Please… fuck me…” She pleaded, her hands reaching out to pull him on top of her. “You’ve been torturing my pussy non-stop… I want to make you feel good too.”

“Ah, I see. So, my needy princess wants it that bad?” He spoke as he discarded his towel. It’s kind of amazing at how he managed to hold back his desire to mount her completely, especially since she looked ravishing like this. Blissed out and glowing from the amount of orgasm she lets out.

She nodded eagerly, “Give it to me, please? I’ve been so good.” To emphasize, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to close the gap between them and feel his body against hers.

“I guess someone deserves it, after all.” With ease, Zayne lined his cock on her entrance, sliding it in and immediately began to thrust.

While their love-making session was always tender, albeit sometimes a bit passionate, it was never really like this. Intense and unrelenting with vigor as Zayne continued to pound into her deep. Her cunt spasming and clenching tightly around his cock. “Fuck… you feel so wonderful around me, sweetheart.”

Even if she wanted to say something, each thrust made her eyes roll back. Her mind is running into an overdrive as Zayne picks up his pace, unfaltering and burning with the need to come inside her.

Noticing Zayne’s furrowed brows and his eyes closed shut, “Come for me. Come inside me, baby. Want you to breed me.” She spoke, her voice laced with urgency and desperation.

At last, Zayne thrusted inside her hard before stilling, heaving and burying his face in her neck. She smiled at him dazedly as she cards her fingers through his hair. When Zayne pulled out, he watched in fascination at how her cunt drooled with cum. The sight alone made him want to ravage her right then and there, but he knew, they both had to sleep.

So, instead, Zayne helped clean her up and cuddled her as they both drifted off to slumber.

Something was wet… and there were sounds of shuffling. When she woke up, her eyes widened as she saw Zayne languidly circling her clit with his tongue. “H- huh?” She uttered out, confused and yet, Zayne only mumbled out, “Lay back. Let me please you once more before I leave for work.”

How could she refuse when her lover had asked so sweetly? She did as he instructed and laid back down on the soft bed, letting him spread her wide open. At this point, she had lost track of how many times she came, especially from last night.

This time, Zayne made sure to take his time, flicking her folds ever so slowly. One part of her felt like he was torturing her but another part of her couldn’t help but preened at how good it feels when he’s savoring her like this.

The morning sun casted a soft glow around the room, making this even more enjoyable as she focused on Zayne, tasting every drop her cunt oozed, not letting any of it go to waste. The slurping sound reverberated across the walls as she flushed.

Despite coming so many times, the familiar pit in her stomach still lingered, coiling and intensifying as she neared her climax. “Hghh… Zayne… baby, I’m so close.” She meekly mewled out, her legs shaking. Zayne sucked on her nub and sneakily thrusted a finger into her cunt, scissoring her whilst he ate her out.

Just like that, it was enough to drive her to the edge. She came, hard on his face. Her vision blurs and she shuts her eyes closed, letting the euphoria wash over her.

She faintly heard Zayne uttering a soft, “I love you” to her before getting up and tucking her in bed.

The second time she woke up, she found that Zayne had already left for work. She groggily got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. There, she found a plate of breakfast ready made for her and a bouquet of flowers.

Her body was sore all over but this gesture made it all worth it. Smiling, she walked up to the table and picked up the bouquet, smelling the flowers before sitting down and stuffing the food, the tiredness fading away and was replaced by hunger.

Luckily for her, she had a day off today and was able to cozy up at home until Zayne comes back. He gave her a fond smile as he placed the bag on the coffee table, “I got you macarons from the cafe. What do you feel like having for dinner? Let me cook for you.”

Safe to say, she is indeed a lucky girl to be able to love and be with Zayne.

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Minami Natsume - 16PRODUCERS Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Touma Inumaru: Good work, everyone! 😄

Touma Inumaru: Wait, maybe I got here too early? We're all separated today so I'm bored 🤔

Touma Inumaru: The "Ź" in ŹOOĻ stands for "Zealously always singing together!"~

Touma Inumaru: The first "O" in ŹOOĻ stands for "Outstanding and unrivaled!"~

Touma Inumaru: The second "O" in ŹOOĻ

Touma Inumaru: stands for "Oh, I can't think of anything!"~

Minami Natsume: Aren't you giving up too quickly?

Touma Inumaru: Mina!! You were watching? lololol

Minami Natsume: Yes. From the very beginning.

Touma Inumaru: The heck? You should've said something then! I wouldn't have wasted my time with that nonsense! 😂 lolol

Minami Natsume: I was waiting to see when you'd get lonely and call my name, but you started talking about ŹOOĻ instead. It was amusing so I couldn't help but observe you silently.

Touma Inumaru: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself 😂 Are you done with your magazine shoot?

Minami Natsume: Yes, it went smoothly. Good work completing your variety show recording as well, Inumaru-san.

Touma Inumaru: Thanks! I'm on my way to the next location now 🚘 Is Utsugi-san going to join us after his meeting? Hope he'll be able to make it on time

Minami Natsume: I'm sure he'll make it no matter what. I believe he's a man who always keeps his word.

Touma Inumaru: That's true 😄‼️ Where are you now, Mina?

Minami Natsume: I had some free time, so I came to a café. It's wonderful here.

Touma Inumaru: Wonderful?

Minami Natsume: They're playing "ZONE OF OVERLAP" inside the café right now.

Touma Inumaru: Seriously!? That's a pretty hardcore café! 😆 lolol

Minami Natsume: Oh, the customers around me are getting excited, saying they love this song

Minami Natsume: I'm happy.

Touma Inumaru: Really...!? That's awesome. It's fulfilling to know that our songs are a natural part of our fans' daily lives

Touma Inumaru: Let's keep working hard, Mina!

Minami Natsume: Yes, of course.

Shiro Utsugi: Good work today! I'm dying to know what the "Ļ" in ŹOOĻ stands for!

Touma Inumaru: Ah, Utsugi-san, you too! I hadn't thought about that lolol

Touma Inumaru: Umm, the "Ļ" in ŹOOĻ is for "Lovely ŹOOĻ"~ 👍‼️

Shiro Utsugi: That's perfect! I'll make sure we'll be able to sing this at after-parties and such.

Minami Natsume: Good work, Utsugi-san. I'm glad you were able to make it.

Shiro Utsugi: I made it just in time, somehow!

Shiro Utsugi: Incidentally, "Sasagero" was playing on the radio this morning while I was driving. For a moment, I was genuinely startled, thinking Inumaru-san had called me.

Touma Inumaru: No way! Really? I've gotten a bit hesitant about what to say when I call people now LOL

Minami Natsume: Oh, so that’s why you always start so politely with, “Hello, this is Touma speaking.”

Touma Inumaru: I know they can see my name on their screens, but I still feel the need to say it 😅 Wait, it's time, isn't it? My bad!

Shiro Utsugi: Yes! Alright, let's begin then. I'm sorry that we have to conduct it remotely this time. 🙇‍♂️

Shiro Utsugi: Let me explain it once more. We've been asked to show your usual interactions in a friendly, dinner-table-like atmosphere, so we opted to have a conversation in this format using Rabbit Chat.

Shiro Utsugi: Natsume-san, how did you feel when you found out Inumaru-san would be your producer?

Minami Natsume: I was very excited. Composing a song is a lot like writing a love letter, as the lyrics and melody convey how the composer feels about the singer.

Minami Natsume: So I was curious what Inumaru-san would write about me. After all, I'm the one always writing love letters to them.

Touma Inumaru: A love letter! That’s our Mina; you know exactly how to put it! You're right, I do love you! 😊

Minami Natsume: You say it so casually

Touma Inumaru: No, I'm serious! You were on my mind so much, you even showed up in my dream 👍

Minami Natsume: In your dream…?

Touma Inumaru: That's right! We did stuff like attempting to break the record for eating the most fried rice and cycling across Japan together 😂

Minami Natsume: Is that so? You had quite a naughty dream, I see.

Touma Inumaru: Must've been because I watched a show about that before going to bed 😂

Minami Natsume: Well, I suppose it's fine. I’ll gladly accept it.

Touma Inumaru: Seriously, my mind was completely consumed by thoughts of you! I couldn't give anything less than my absolute best to ŹOOĻ's composer, after all. And above all, I really wanted you to like the song.

Minami Natsume: Thank you very much. It’s become one of my favorite songs.

Minami Natsume: Unlike ŹOOĻ's usual songs, the melody really complemented my singing voice. I could tell you put an incredible amount of thought into it.

Touma Inumaru: Really!? That makes me so happy!! Your voice is so sweet and delicate when you sing; I wanted to make sure it shone, so I worked closely with the composer!

Shiro Utsugi: It has such a pleasant rhythm and a trendy feel to it! Please tell us more about the creation process!

Touma Inumaru: Mina may be younger but he's the #2 Sexiest Man Alive so he's got that sex appeal, right? I figured fans would love it if I brought that out more!

Touma Inumaru: But I didn't want it to be too mellow either. I wanted to capture the lightness of Mina's dancing in the song 👍

Touma Inumaru: And, honestly, I just really wanted to hear Mina sing a love song!

Minami Natsume: Why?

Touma Inumaru: Because you're so affectionate, Mina. You're super observant, strong-willed, and dedicated to your work.

Minami Natsume: Are you sure? I'm someone who ran away once, you know.

Touma Inumaru: It’s because you cherish everything so much that you wanted to run away. If it didn’t matter, you would have just quit. But you didn’t give up on music or this job, did you?

Touma Inumaru: Remember the whole thing with Tora and his stunt a while back? You told us you understood how he felt. That was when I realized that you probably always face everything head-on, one thing at a time, just like this.

Shiro Utsugi: Inumaru-san…....

Touma Inumaru: Haha, this is a bit embarrassing!

Shiro Utsugi: Can I hug you?

Touma Inumaru: Huh!?

Minami Natsume: Why would you hug him!?

Shiro Utsugi: I apologize! I got carried away thinking about how great ŹOOĻ is.

Minami Natsume: Well, naturally. It's ŹOOĻ we're talking about.

Minami Natsume: Inumaru-san, thank you for sharing the story behind "FANTASY." I will cherish this song for the rest of my life.

Minami Natsume: There's no need to run away anymore. I won't be tied down by anyone’s feelings. The sounds surrounding me give me confidence. "Guided by the never-ending melody, let's take off and fly."

Touma Inumaru: Oh, those are the lyrics! The music you make always gives me confidence too, Mina.

Touma Inumaru: "There's a sight beyond the starry sky that I want to see someday," so let’s keep singing together — the four of us. ‼️😄

Touma Inumaru:

Minami Natsume:

Minami Natsume: Feeling good. Maybe I’ll order two cakes

Touma Inumaru: Sounds nice! All I have with me right now are some gummies. Guess I'll just eat those!

Shiro Utsugi: In that case, I’ll have the candy I got from Isumi-san yesterday!

Minami Natsume: Both of you are adorable. Next time, all five of us should go out to eat together.

Shiro Utsugi: That’s perfect for Lovely ŹOOĻ! 🐾 Please tell us about the outfits and photoshoot too!

Minami Natsume: I was curious about that as well. I was surprised that someone like Inumaru-san who prefers rugged materials would come up with these outfits.

Touma Inumaru: They were awesome, weren't they?

Minami Natsume: Yes, I honestly really loved them.

Touma Inumaru: I'm glad! 😆😆 I agonized over it a lot, you know! Our tastes are probably very different

Touma Inumaru: You're sophisticated, mature, but then suddenly you're cool and tough. You've got so many different sides to you, it's amazing. So I figured anything would suit you.

Touma Inumaru: I went for a nightclub-like vibe, with colors reminiscent of the night sky that I thought would complement your fair skin. I also used lots of soft, flowy materials and elements to accentuate your dance moves! ✨

Minami Natsume: I’m happy. I took a screenshot

Minami Natsume: The silk fabric felt great against my skin. And the delicate yet commanding accessories were also perfect.

Minami Natsume: So that's the reason why only my outfit used the chic colors. You wanted it to complement my skin tone.

Shiro Utsugi: Inumaru-san, you must be incredibly popular with the ladies.

Touma Inumaru: What!? Where'd that come from!?

Minami Natsume:

Minami Natsume: For better or worse, you’re a very straightforward person. I don’t dislike it.

Touma Inumaru: I can't tell if that’s a compliment or not, but thanks!? lolol

Shiro Utsugi: Was the night pool for the photoshoot chosen because of the nightclub vibe you mentioned?

Touma Inumaru: That's right! Like I mentioned, Mina has this night-time feel to him. It suits him. But I thought a pool with soft lighting would fit him better than an overly flashy club 😆

Minami Natsume: Inumaru-san, you mentioned during the shoot that the four lights reflecting on the water were like ŹOOĻ.

Minami Natsume: Each light may be faint on its own, but when they come together, they shine brightly, illuminating each other and creating a large, warm and enveloping light.

Shiro Utsugi: You’re definitely popular, aren't you?

Touma Inumaru: Not in the slightest lololol

Minami Natsume: My, at the very least, your words did make my heart skip a beat. I'm moved by how romantically you described our relationship.

Touma Inumaru:

Touma Inumaru: I’m usually not that great with my words but being your producer kinda made me feel like a better man as well, I guess 😂‼️

Minami Natsume: Because I'm a great man?

Touma Inumaru: Exactly! Isn't that obvious 😄👍

Minami Natsume: Thank you very much. I'm sure the fans will love "FANTASY", which is sung by two great men.

Shiro Utsugi: Sounds wonderful! Please keep bringing us incredible music as ŹOOĻ! 🐾 Lastly, do you have any message for your fans?

Touma Inumaru: Mina, the composer of ŹOOĻ and the #2 Sexiest Man Alive, has many sides. I wanted to create a song that highlights his delicate, loving nature and expansive vocal range.

Touma Inumaru: Be sure to give Mina's love song plenty of listens, alright? If you do, I'm sure you’ll fall in love with him even more! 😄

Minami Natsume: I have always been in search for people who would put their soul into my songs and sing them with all their heart. Laughing at and scorning the world, while hoping that someday... I'd find such people.

Minami Natsume: Meeting ŹOOĻ and being able to create the best music was already a blessing for me, but I never imagined that one day they would make music just for me like this.

Minami Natsume: However, this is not something to take for granted. It's all thanks to the support from our seniors and the staff.

Minami Natsume: So, just for tonight, following the lyrics of "FANTASY," I want to try being a bit more honest.

Minami Natsume: I love you all. As long as I live, I will never let go. Let's stay connected forever.

Touma Inumaru: So cool…

Shiro Utsugi: You both are the best! Super handsome!

Minami Natsume: Thank you. Next time we meet, you’ll hug me along with Inumaru-san, won't you, Utsugi-san?

Shiro Utsugi: What!? Is that really okay…!?

Touma Inumaru: Can I join too!? I'll join! I’m totally joining! Let’s get Haru and Tora too! 🤗🤗

Minami Natsume: My, it's starting to sound like we’re forming a huddle.

Touma Inumaru: True LOL but I'm sure it’ll be fun with the four of us!

Minami Natsume: Yes, I think so too.

The End.

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Tamaki & Ryuu Shuffle Talk 2024 - The King's Endorsement [3/3]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Tamaki: That’s awesome! They’re juggling while on a unicycle!

Is this what they call a street performance?!

Ryuu: Yeah! They have a great sense of balance……!

Tamaki: Whoa, they threw the ball really high!

Will they manage to catch it…..?!

Ryuu & Tamaki: Nice catch!

Clap clap clap clap……!

Tamaki: ……Huh……

Ryuu: What’s wrong?

Tamaki: That kid can’t see anything even on tiptoes because there’s an adult in front of him.

Ryuu: You’re right…… And the lady beside him had a lot of stuff so she couldn’t carry him.

Tamaki: ……Umm, Ryuu-aniki.

Ryuu: Yeah. I feel the same too!

Tamaki: I didn’t even say anything, though?!

Ryuu: Fufu. You wanted to say you want to give the kid a piggyback on your shoulders, right?

Tamaki: Awesome, you’re an esper……!

But, you’re taller than me so he’ll see better if you do it.

Ryuu: We should approach them!

Tamaki: Hello! Me, Tamaki! Japan! [1]

……Ahh, umm, Japanese!

Boy: …………?

Mother: Hello……?

Tamaki: Yay! Hello!

Tamaki: Let's piggyback on the shoulder! Ryuu-aniki!

Boy: Piggyback……?

Ryuu: Umm……

Ryuu: <My apologies. Are you this boy’s mother? Is it alright with you if he piggybacks on my shoulders so he could see the performance better?>

Tamaki: Ryuu-aniki’s so fluent……!

Mother: <Thank you for your kindness. This young man would like to lend his shoulder for you.>

Boy: Yay! Tamaki: Yay!

Ryuu: Ahaha. I’m glad we can communicate in English as well……!

Well then, here I go!

Boy: Top……! [2]

Tamaki: That’s great, Ryuu-aniki!

Ryuu: Yeah! It’s been a while since I’ve done this, I’m glad I made him happy!

Tamaki: I used to do that with the kids back in the facility too.

Ryuu: I see……

You've been good at taking care of people since you were young.

Ryuu: We’re a great big brother pair!

Tamaki: Hehe. Yeah! Big bro pair!

Tamaki: Oh yeah, let’s try the gratitude chocolate!

Ryuu: Sure!

I’m not sure if it’s fine for us to receive it in such a well done package……

Tamaki: ……It’s delicious.

Ryuu: Eh?

Tamaki: T-this tastes really good!

What’s this? Real chocolate?!

Ryuu: I don’t think there are fake or real chocolates……

……You’re right, it’s really delicious!

Tamaki: Where’s the shop for this?! I wanna buy and bring one home as a souvenir!

Ryuu: Gimme a sec. If I remember correctly, the chocolate shop was featured in a map we received……

……Ah, it’s this one! It’s very close!

Ryuu: ……What’s this? It’s incredibly popular because it’s a purveyor to the royal family……

Tamaki: Does this mean that the King approves of the taste too?!

Ryuu: Yes!

Perhaps this is the clue to clear the mission?!

Let’s check it!

Tamaki: It smells sweet…… It’s already delicious even when it’s just a scent.

Ryuu: It’s dangerous to walk with your eyes closed……!

Tamaki: I imagine eating chocolate right now just by the smell.

Ryuu: Let’s walk while holding hands! Here, one, two, one two……

Tamaki: Ahaha! It looks like what Sou-chan does when he wakes me up in the morning!

Thanks, Ryuu-aniki!

Ryuu: Does he always lead you by the hand every morning……?

Tamaki: Ah, hey look at this! Is this the shop with the same logo on the wrapping?!

Ryuu: Yeah, it’s this one……!

And then…… found it! The lion insignia!

Tamaki: Ohh~! If this thing’s here, then this should be the King’s endorsement, right?!

Ryuu: Favorite…… you’re right! It’s easy to tell!

Tamaki: Then, the King’s endorsement is…..

Ryuu & Tamaki: Chocolate!

Accompanying Staff: You’re correct!

Ryuu & Tamaki: Yay!

Tamaki: Mission cleared! That was pretty long……!

Ryuu: I’m glad we solved it without hiccups!

We talked about chocolates during the briefing, I can’t believe we already answered it.

Tamaki: Hilarious. If we went to a chocolate shop first, then it’s already over!

Tamaki: But thanks to it I get to talk to you a lot.

Ryuu: Yeah. I’m happy that we get to talk so much while roaming this lovely town.

Ryuu: Alright, since we’re here, I should find souvenirs for Gaku and Tenn around here.

Tamaki: I’m going to buy chocolate here as a souvenir and as a night snack at the hotel!

Ryuu: You’re going to buy them separately?!

Tamaki: Of course!

The me today and the me who eats the souvenir are different.

Ryuu: That sounds philosophical……

Tamaki: I wonder which one I’ll choose.

Clerk: <This flavor is only limited to Valentines. It contains berry jello!>

Ryuu: <A jello! It looks delicious.>

Ryuu: I talked to them in English, and they said it has berry jello!

Tamaki: Ohh, that’s cool.

That looks like Nagicchi would like!

Tamaki: Sir, I’d like one! Thanks!

Ryuu: Choosing a souvenir is the real thrill of traveling.

Ryuu: You should choose one too.

Ryuu: Yeah…… I wonder which one I’ll pick.

Ah, cinnamon! I’m sure Tenn will like this!

Ryuu: I think Gaku will like bitter more.

Tamaki: Sounds good. We should check other shops!

Tamaki: Ah, look!

That shop sells a delicious looking chocolate drink!

There’s a cream on it, too!

Ryuu: That looks delicious! We should look for the shop we’ll endorse!

Tamaki: Sure! My endorsed insignia is King Pudding!

End of Episode 3.

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TL note:

[1] - This dialogue was written in katakana.

[2] - This dialogue was written in English.

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Tamaki & Ryuu Shuffle Talk 2024 - Chocolate Ramen? [2/3]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Ryuu: We made it to Mont des Arts, but it’s easy to forget you’re looking for an insignia because the view is so wonderful……!

Tamaki: Yeah! Anyway, there’s a bronze statue with a guy riding on a horse!

Is he someone important?

Ryuu: That’s…… Albert I’s bronze statue.

It seems that he was the 3rd generation king!

Tamaki: So this is the King’s favorite, then?!

This huge bronze statue was made for him.

Tamaki: “Since riding a horse is my favorite, I'm going to make a bronze statue of it!” Something like that!

Ryuu: I-I see……?!

I’m not sure. I’m starting to feel that way!

Tamaki: Right?

Ryuu: But…… it doesn’t look like it has an insignia, I think……?

Tamaki: Hmm, you’re right.

Tamaki: But, don’t you have something like that too?

Something like, “I like this part of me when I do this!”

Ryuu: A part of me that I like, huh…

Ryuu: That part of me that Gaku and Tenn say that they find my cooking delicious. And then……

Ryuu: I sing and dance as a proud member of TRIGGER.

I deliver the best Tsunashi Ryuunosuke to my fans.

I like…… those parts of me.

Tamaki: Yeah. I really like that part of Ryuu-aniki, too!

I respect you.

Ryuu: Tamaki-kun…… Thank you.

Ryuu: There was a slight diversion until I could be proud of myself……

Because of it, I feel that I’ve found out a lot of important things.

Ryuu: What about you, Tamaki-kun? Which parts of you do you like?

Tamaki: I found something I like recently!

Tamaki: The me who thinks of a choreo, then teaches it to them.

Before, I only thought of my dancing, or rather I should be the only one to stand out.

Tamaki: But, it’s not like that.

Iorin, Yama-san, Mikki……

And then, Sou-chan, Nagicchi, and Rikkun were with me.

Tamaki: I realized that there’s a choreo that makes all seven of us look really cool.

When I thought about it, I started thinking, “Aren’t I amazing?!”.

Ryuu: Yeah……! You’re really amazing, Tamaki-kun!

IDOLiSH7 has grown further because you’re part of it.

Tamaki: Because I’m part of it?

Ryuu: Yeah! I’m glad you met IDOLiSH7, Tamaki-kun……!

Tamaki: …………! Yeah!

I’m glad you met TRIGGER as well, Ryuu-aniki!

Ryuu: ……Haha……

I feel like I’m going to cry.

Tamaki: Hehe, our discussion’s not related to the mission anymore!

Ryuu: Yeah, we have to search for the insignia!

*Growl……*

Ryuu & Tamaki: …………Ah.

Ryuu: Ahaha! We talked so much that we got hungry!

Tamaki: Yeah! Let’s look for food first before searching for the insignia!

Ryuu: ……Actually, there’s a place I really want to go.

Tamaki: What is it?! Where?!

Ryuu: A ramen restaurant in Belgium!

The trained manager back in Japan said that he’s opened a branch here!

Ryuu: He said that there’s currently a limited edition chocolate ramen!

Tamaki: Ramen in Belgium?! And has chocolate?!

I’m gettin’ curious……!

Ryuu: I knew you’d say that!

Tamaki: I’m saying that I can only eat ramen!

Let’s go!

Ryuu: Sure!

Tamaki: It was something… I think I found a new world of possibilities……

Ryuu: It’s delicious beyond imagination……

Ryuu: It’s not sweet because of chocolate, but the savory smell of cacao fits with miso……

Tamaki: I wonder if the guys at the dorms can replicate the strong cacao taste in chocolate miso ramen……

Ryuu: I wonder……! I’m sure it’s because he’s a trained manager that he’s able to make it……

Tamaki: I’ll learn too!

Ryuu: Eh?! How?!

Tamaki: I will offer Yama-san’s stomach as a sacrifice!

Ryuu: Ya-Yamato-kun……!

Tamaki: If Yama-san says my chocolate ramen is delicious, I win.

Ryuu: So it’s a contest……!

*Clap clap clap clap……!*

Ryuu: Hm? I hear applause over there……

Tamaki: They’re hyping something! Let’s go there!

End of Episode 2.