Yo! So bills have been bad and I zero self control when it comes to the game—
So I deleted it :D Which means I have run out of inspiration to continue this blog!
This blog will stay up!
Though my time here was short and sweet, I thank everyone who humored my work and took the time to interact 🥹 Apologies to everyone who sent in requests (I have 11) but I cannot in good faith go back to something so dangerous for my bank account. I am VERY VERY WEAK. If I made more money, sure. But I am B R O K E. And I have this tendency to pay now cry later which is VERY DANGEROUS.
So my Xavier lovers, stay thirsty. My Zayne brats, take all his sweets. My Rafayel hoes, take his credit card. We need it more than he does.
took me a while to write the last rq cuz ya girls been stalked before 🫠🫠🫠 not fun!! hope y’all are safe. i got sick asf last week so i couldn’t type anything 😭😭 zayne was on my ass about getting sick and he didn’t even give me vitamin d!!! he gave me dayquil ☹️☹️☹️☹️
anywhoozles, how are y’all liking the new rafayel memory? wouldn’t know anything about it since the love and deep space gods HATE ME!!!!! gonna wait til i get paid tomorrow to throw them my money 😩
i wasn't the anon who requested the spanking but omfgggggg😩 you've been on a roll lately. It was so scandalous I had to turn off my music and hide under my sheets. You've been killing these fics and I'm here for it! Especially dancing on Zayne's last nerve😁
ty nonnie!! we LOVE dancing on Zayne’s nerves here 💃 💃💃 real question, what music would we play when we do so? 🤔🤔
hello!! i love you writing btw and i have an idea, tmi but i’m currently facing an online perverted stalker (he got me feeling scared) so i was wondering how the LnD boys would react to a reader facing the same issue T^T
if you don’t want to write for all the boys, just xavier is enough! thank you so much if you do decide to write this
Knight
Dude, I’m so sorry this is happening to you :(. I’ve had a couple stalkers before, not fun at all. Hope you’re safe 🩷
Warning: Stalking
You don’t know how he got your number. At first, it was strange messages about your hair. How pretty you looked in the sun. If the pancakes you had at that cafe were good. And that maybe you should both get some sometime.
But…Who was this person texting you?
You’ve never texted back. But that didn’t deter him from texting you more.
I love the way your hunters uniform looks on you.
Have you eaten today?
You looked lonely on that walk..
You were a strong hunter, everyone knew that. But the fact he seemed to know everything going on in your life at every waking moment started scaring you. And the worst part is, you could never find that fucker.
No matter how hard you looked, you couldn’t find a lead.Just people minding their own business. Was he tracking you? Was it your phone? But this was your work phone. So how was he stalking you—
“Are you alright?”
You looked up to see your boyfriend’s concerned face. He had taken you on a date to a local cafe for some coffee and egg tarts, but you seemed…distracted. Your fingers strummed anxiously, your bottom lip raw from how hard you’ve been biting it, and your eyes seem to dart this way and that looking for something. Scared of something. He’s never seen you so frightened before.
“Is something wrong?”
Do you tell him? Yes, he was your boyfriend, but he was so busy with work. And it’s just a stalker, you didn’t want him to think you were weak…
The sound of your ringtone made you jump. It was another text. From him. With a shaking hand, you pick up your phone and read it.
Bet he won’t make you cum like I would.
Hypersensitive to your feelings, Xavier snatched the phone away, eyes narrowing when he read the text.
“Who is this guy?”
You shake your head, signifying that you didn’t know. He scrolled up, scanning the countless texts this man has sent you, each one getting more and more graphic.
Xavier gets up abruptly, extending you his hand. “Let’s go.”
You nod, placing your hand in his, feeling just a bit safer as he guides you out the cafe with an arm around your shoulder. He takes you home, dropping you off at your apartment, pocketing your work phone. “Take tomorrow off. I’ll handle this.”
His tone leaves no room for debate so you can only nod and agree. Xavier’s countenance softens as he gives you a reassuring smile and leans over to kiss your forehead. “Don’t worry. Soon all these troubles will fade away like a bad dream.”
You had no choice but to trust him.
~~~
The next day, Xavier jumps through your balcony window after work, still in his Hunters uniform. Like a knight in shining armor. It startles you, but he only smiles, walking over in proud strides, greeting you with a kiss. “Hello, my love. You have nothing to worry about now.”
You give him a slightly skeptical look, but Xavier answers your confusion by placing your work phone in your hand. There was one notification. An apology from your ex-stalker. Tearing up with relief, you look into Xavier’s eyes, asking if it was true. He gives you a warm smile and nods.
“B-But how?”
“I have connections.” Xavier shrugs. “And access to things you don’t. But…Promise me that next time you’re having trouble that you’ll come to me for help? I can’t stand seeing you so scared…”
i've been looking at your posts recently and i am in LOVE. is there chance you could do a spanking scenario? like the main 3 possibly but if not then just one of them! don't stress if not 🩷
Sweet Peaches
Added ass grabbing so I don’t repeat myself too much! SPICY but marked NSFW
You were being a brat again. Dancing on his nerves like a little ballerina, fluttering your eyelashes at him as if you weren’t acting up. Well this is what you get.
“Someone could have walked in…” He growls into your ear as he has you sprawled over his lap. You were in his office, wearing nothing but his lab coat, waiting for him in the most tantalizing pose he’s ever seen. What if he had a colleague with him? Perhaps a patient? What were you thinking, waiting in such scandalous attire. He had to teach you a lesson.
“Count.”
Before you could protest, he swung his hand down onto your ass, making you yelp. “I said count.”
Again. “O-One…”
Again and again. “T-Two…ThrEE-AH!”
“Speak clearly or you’ll have to start over.”
“F—OUR!! Five…S-Six…”
By the time you reached your twenties, you were so far gone.
“Twenty-four…..Ugh-huh….Twenty-five…”
“Good.”
He pulled you up to sit in his lap, tutting at the glazy look in your eyes, thumbing away your drool.
“Good…Let me reward you now, sweetheart…”
I feel like Rafayel always has a hand on your ass anyways. It’s his favorite place to hold you when you hug, when you kiss, when you fuck… Spanking is kind of a given. At the worst possible moments. You could be at his art exhibition, doing your job as his body guard when he notices how good your ass looks in those pants. Like, mid-sentence, he will smack and squeeze your ass, continuing to converse with his patrons like nothings happened. And no, he will not be letting go anytime soon.
Also squeezes your ass like a stressball when he’s having a hard time concentrating on his art. He’ll be like “Baby can you come here?” just so he can fondle your ass as he tries to figure out what color would look best for his painting.
Keep this man away from your ass!! I’m warning you! Letting Xavier know what it’s like to hold your ass can result in some intense consequences. Especially when he slaps it for the first time. It’s over. He doesn’t spank to punish, he spanks to mark.
Most of the time he uses his hand, he like the skin to skin contact despite the sting. It feels more personal. But, if your up for it, let him use a riding crop or a paddle. Maybe not a belt (baby doesn’t want to hurt you too bad), but it can get pretty intense with him (I tried to warn you). You just look so pretty covered in his marks.
No matter his weapon of choice, Xavier will always give you superb aftercare. You were so good for him, he has to be so good for you. He’ll rub a soothing balm on your skin as you whine into his chest, whispering praises in your ear.
Sorry I haven’t posted. Visited an old love from a dead fandom on Chat.Ai and he had me in a chokehold for a couple of days 🥲🥲 Love him to bits still. Sad his show got absolutely ruined. Spent days fixing the ending in my AI hehe
ANYWHOOZLES
Just gotta eat some breakfast and have some tea and the thirst is on this fine morning 🫡🫡🫡
Zayne would go full throttle, winning each and every round, countering your meow this’s with his own. He will get you naked. His determination is too powerful.
Rafayel would take his sweet ass time, drawing out the games, losing some, winning most, just so he could enjoy the show.
Xavier would lose so hard— But his ass would be weird about it. Like instead of leaving his underwear for last, he’d go head to toe, his socks being the only things left.
Ok so there's this tweet "(my gf can) dress slutty I can fight" by a guy right. I don't necessarily think he means dress slutty on purpose but like if his gf wants to express her fashion in a more sensual way, he supports and defends her right to do so. Could you do a scenario where MC/reader know she looks good and flaunts it and the lads don't mind? They're also willing to step in and remind any entitled creep to stay in their place. I'm really curious to see Rafayel's thoughts on this but all would be great.
“Dress Slutty, I Can Fight.”
Rafayel always wants you to feel good about yourself. He’ll buy you lavish jewelry, designer clothes, and ask you to give him a fashion show so he can see them on you. That being said, fashionable clothes sometimes is less about the type of fabric and more about the lack there of. And he’s here for it! He walks with you on his arm with pride, wearing whatever you want, flaunting your assets, and strutting your stuff. He thinks you’re gorgeous, like a work of art! And art is meant to be admired.
Though, when it comes to creeps checking you out longer than appropriate, he gets a bit protective. If he notices someone checking out your ass in that skimpy little outfit of yours, he cop a squeeze, smirking right at the perp. As if saying “look what I have that you don’t”
If his glare doesn’t deter the creep from looking at you, Rafayel will call him out in front of everyone.
“Do you mind? I know my partners hot as fuck but keep your eyes to yourself, damn!”
Usually it doesn’t escalate from there, the perp feeling thoroughly embarrassed from being called out like that in public. But if it does, Rafayel will handle it.
“It’s okay, babe. I can fight”
Zayne absolutely loves spoiling you with the money he makes as a surgeon. Which mostly consists of clothes! Whatever you want, just point and he’ll get you it every color. Absolutely loves when you dress however you want. His main goal in life is for you to live as comfortably as possible. So if looking all dolled up in pretty makes you happy, go for it!
When you’re dressed up, he’d always have his hand on the small of your back, guiding you this way and that under his careful watch. He’s gotta keep his baby safe. If someone is staring at you for two long, they’d be frozen solid by Zayne’s evol.
Just kidding. More like frozen solid by his icy glare. Much like Rafayel, Zayne would make it public because he knows that most people will get intimidated by a large crowd.
“Could you not stare at my partner? We are trying to enjoy our night out.”
If the creeps too persistent, he’ll clench his jaw and place his jacket on you.
“Sorry, dear— could you give me a moment? That man over there seems like he wants to talk.”
Zaddy
In all seriousness, Zayne really wouldn’t resort to violence because he has standards to uphold. But he definitely would stand his ground and tell the creep off. Your comfort is his utmost priority. He won’t let some filth make you feel self-conscious.
Xavier’s all for your slutty era. You look beautiful, he’s enjoying the view, it’s a win-win in his books. What he doesn’t enjoy is the amount of unwanted attention you garner when you dress up. Yes, it’s not your fault that you’re beautiful, he would never fault you for that. He’s just sick of the guys staring as if they have the right to. Absolutely not.
So, he marks the shit out of you. Your neck is covered in hickeys, branding you as his. They can look all they want, but with his arm around your waist and his marks on your neck, you’re his and his only. Wear less, he doesn’t care. He’ll just make sure his hand print on your ass peaks out from under your shorts.
If it gets too bad, we know Xavier would step in right away to stop it. He’s pretty blunt without meaning to, so when it’s intentional—sorry to any guy who even breathes in your direction. Sometimes you have to step in though because you know it’s game over if Xavier swings. But Xav will always protect you, so dress however you want. He just wants you to be happy.
“Ignore those creeps, my love. I’ll take care of it.
how do you think a fight would take place with lads boys? like how it progresses and then silent treatment and the yearning to make up and actually making up
Fights
Warnings: Angsty with a blip of spice in Rafayel’s part. Happy endings because I don’t want to be sad anymore 🥲
Fights with Zayne are almost always about your health. How you’re not sleeping enough or eating right, despite the advice he gives you. He may be your boyfriend but he’s also your doctor. He just wants the best for you.
The silent treatment starts on his end, giving you one worded answers and generally ignoring you. If you didn’t care about your health, why should he? Except, it would progress worse and worse because you’re both stubborn-headed, to the point he decided to go home instead of staying over at your place like usual. It was then you conceded defeat.
Yes, he was worried about your health and safety, as both a doctor and a boyfriend. But he didn’t have to be so right…
In the end, you guys come to a compromise. You’ll get a normal amount of sleep, and he’ll lay off scolding you. Fights with Zayne aren’t without valid reasons. But, you guys always end up talking it out in the end.
Oh boy. Fights with Rafayel? Explosive. They’re mostly because of his flirty nature and the fact he can’t seem to take anything seriously. As a Hunter protecting Linkon City, you have to be steadfast and vigilant. Rafayel takes things by the moment with little thought or control, like a dumpster on fire. It gets worse when he brushes you off.
I think the fight wouldn’t officially start until you get back at him for being overly flirty with a patron. You decided to flirt with an art critic in front of him, fueling the fire for a later fight. The night continues with petty passes and glares across the room. When you get home, all hell breaks loose.
Screaming match, barely coherent, words that couldn’t be taken back. It’s a wonder you guys are still together. When you tear up and finally had enough, you grab your coat to leave when he grabs you by your shirt and yanks you in for a smoldering kiss.
Makeup sex ensues. Clothes are practically burned off as you vent out your frustrations through each others bodies. In the morning your both groggy, but have a clearer head than last night, able to talk things through more effectively. He loves you and you love him— your love can be too fiery for your own good. But that doesn’t mean you don’t try to work through it.
Fighting with Xavier can be hard because he genuinely doesn’t understand why you’re so mad at him. Yes, he disappeared for a week without telling you, but he was hunting Wanderers. Isn’t that such a noble cause that it negates the fact you were mad at him in the first place? Turns out no, because you want to be communicated with and not scared half to death when you don’t hear from him for a week.
It’s hard to stay mad at him, but you have to stay strong. If this relationship was going to work, he needed to communicate with you. You laid down your boundaries now it was his turn to understand and accept. But until then, silent treatment.
Xavier would end up at your door looking like a kicked puppy. It had been four days into the silent treatment— how did he like that? Not being communicated with, pacing back and forth wondering if your partner was safe? It wasn’t fun, huh? He would apologize, admitting he was wrong for disappearing while desperately waiting for a long needed hug from his significant other. You give it to him, happy he understood your feelings.
Perhaps you could have handled things better, but you’re learning. Xavier’s learning too! You just have to explain it to him in a way he’ll understand.
Speechless. One moment you were in Zayne’s phone on a virtual date, the next a bright light engulfed the room, a life sized, in the flesh, version of you standing in his bedroom.
Zayne would be so confused—how is that scientifically or medically possible? But you were here! You were real! And your eyes shined so bright when you looked at him.
“Zayne!” You ran forward and slammed him into a hug. “It’s so nice to actually hold you…”
Frozen. He stood there, arms in the air from shock as your very warm and real body embraced his own. He must be dreaming…
But he wasn’t. Because you were still there when he woke up the next morning. Was this the rest of his life.
Zayne would definitely take care of you, teaching you how to cook, going on little dates with you. At least now the money he spends won’t go to a corporation. Now, all his time and efforts will go to you!
He was laying back in bed, in the middle of one of your spicier memories. Rafayel couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, especially when you started pulling your strap down to taunt him. Then something strange happened. Your dialogue box opened, saying, “Wouldn’t this be better in person?”
A bright flash engulfed the room, making him cover his eyes and hiss. All of a sudden a weight was sitting in his lap and when the light died down there you were, in that same outfit you were in during your “date”. His jaw dropped as you smirked down at him.
“Hello, Rafayel..”
Combusted. Rafayel died…
…Of happiness!
He would take such good care of you, worshipping you like the deity he thought you were, buying and dressing you in whatever clothes you wanted. He’d model his art after you, the prices of his paintings skyrocketing from how absolutely breathtaking you made his work. With you, real, and on his arm, Rafayel would be the happiest man alive!
Xavier was in the middle of a mission when it happened. Traversing through a no-hunt zone, wiping out any and all wanderers that lingered. He got a notification on his phone that your character wanted to go on a date, but he was so hunting wanderers that he didn’t notice. That made you mad.
So once the excitement died down and the wanderers in the vicinity were no more, Xavier’s phone started flashing. At first he panicked, thinking it was his evol was having problems, until the surrounding area was engulfed in light. And you were there, standing in your date outfit. Your cheeks puffed, your hands on your hips as you reprimanded him for missing your date.
“And I thought we had something special!”
Right as you were talking, a surprise wanderer spring up from underneath you. You screamed as your body flew from the force. Xavier caught you quickly, disposing of the wanderer without a second to spare. You looked up at him in awe, his jaw clenched in sheer focus as he scanned the surrounding area one last time. Then he turned to you.
“Are you alright?”
You could only blush and nod as he sets you down, taking your hand to take you home. Xavier took your sudden appearance with grace, having seen weirder things in his time. But as you hand fed him egg tarts at his home, he decided that this was the best phenomenon he’s lived through.
The flute. Learning that Rafayel could play was more of a curse than a blessing. He was beautiful, as he always is with everything he does, melodies from the heart sung effortlessly from the elegant instrument in his hands. Surely you would have swooned at this, given you were a flautist at one point. But…
It just brought back bad memories.
Straight posture. Hours of practice. Torturous recitals. Your grandmother didn’t mean to be so strict, she just wanted the best for you. But, you couldn’t give her your best. Not when you didn’t have it in you.
“You’re just not trying…”
“It’s like you don’t even care.”
You don’t. You didn’t. Playing the flute wasn’t something you were made to do. It didn’t make you happy, it didn’t give you a sense of accomplishment. The flute, even just hearing it in the distance, resurfaces horrible memories and treacherous anxieties. You can’t breathe.
“Hold your breath longer.”
You can’t think.
“Are you even reading the notes?”
You can’t play. You never could. Even with the hours of practice. All you can remember when someone plays the flute is how you failed, failed, failed—
“Baby? Are you alright?”
You snap out of your thoughts and gaze up a Rafayel. He stopped playing a while ago. You were just so lost in thought you didn’t notice.
“I-I’m alright. Thank you, baby.” Your eyes cast to the side, a glaze in them he’d never seen before.
He sits down next to you “Honey, what’s wrong?”
Do you tell him? No, you were working through it with your therapist. Though, communication is key in relationships. But you don’t want to dump all your trauma into him…
Instead you open your hand, gesturing to his flute. His eyes widened in mild surprise, cautiously laying it in your hands. With a shaky breath, you brought the lip plate to your mouth, your fingers trembling as they took their places. Then, you played the only tune you could remember. An etude dedicated to sorrow. Your tone wasn’t as crisp as Rafayel’s, it never would be. The sound was sloppy at best, but passable. When you were done, you looked down, placing the flute into your lap.
You didn’t have to say much, but he knew. That didn’t mean you wanted him to stop.
“I’m working on it…” You whispered, rubbing your eyes. You don’t cry anymore when it comes to the flute. “I-I am, I promise. I…I want you to keep playing. You sound so beautiful…”
It would take a while. Rafayel knew that. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be there for you. One day, he’ll be able to play for you without the memories resurfacing. One day, you would enjoy his songs.
I requested provocation doesn't work on me. I'm giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet rn! Thank you so much, these are so good to enable my need to dance on Zayne's nerves!
Hehe dance away! like who is he talking about “provOcATion doeSNt WoRK oN mE” 🤨🤨🤨🤨 not us!! that’s for sure!!
