hello! haven't been active here due to school & work, but i've been getting inbox messages and i wanted to clarify that none of my fics are abandoned! i've been working on them during my free time, and i'll post again when i'm ready (which hopefully is soon!)
another reason i'm making this post -- apparently tumblr is being banned in my country đ it's currently inaccessible and i'm posting this using a vpn. i don't know if this'll be a tiktok situation where it'll be back up in a few days, but in case it isn't, i'll still have my fics up and updating on my ao3 (not that i won't update here ! but it may be slower)
see you all soon! hopefully with an out of bounds update and a new caleb fic đđ
yes!! donât worry, iâm just very slow with updating 𼚠(iâm a homegrown ao3 reader so iâm used to slow updates when reading and writing</3)
my outline for the chapters are very long, and i just finished finals so progress has been slow⌠iâve also been focusing on other fics too đ but donât worry! iâm not one to abandon my fics once iâve started posting them (my completionist side wonât let me đđ)
out of bounds in particular is a labor of love, so rest assured if iâm taking a while to update itâs probably because iâm trying to beat and shape it into something that i feel meets expectations
.ŕłŕż*:ｼLaDS men reacting to you accidentally staining the sheets during your period...
.ŕłŕż*:ｼZayne:
You wake up with a tiny whimper of pain because of your cramps, realizing you hadn't worn a pad when you fell asleep. Sure enough, when you pull back the covers, Zayne's neat bedsheets have a bright red stain and so do your pajama bottoms. He wakes up when he feels the tug on the sheets as you roll out of bed. He's confused only for a second before he calls your name. You're trying to hold back tears, apologizing as Zayne comforts you in his arms. "Ssh...it's ok darling. You can't control bodily functions like this." Zayne soothes you, comfortingly rubbing your back.
He tells you to take care of yourself first, and while you're changing your bloody clothes, he takes care of the sheets and checks the bathroom closet to make sure you're stocked up on supplies. He kisses your forehead before leaving to work, and tells you to listen to your body, and to order food and anything else you want to the house. He texts you throughout the day to ask how you're feeling and does his utmost to leave work on time. He spends the evening massaging your achy back and cuddling you till you fall asleep.
.ŕłŕż*:ｼSylus
You and Sylus are incredibly cuddly sleepers. Your leg is tossed over his hip when you sleep, so when you wake up with that feeling of warm wetness, you're mortified to see you started your period during the night, and the blood has seeped not only into Sylus's cool silk sheets, but also his pajamas as well. He wakes up immediately when you try to take your leg off him, scarlet eyes looking almost wounded that you tried to pull away from him.
When you embarrassedly point underneath the covers, Sylus's eyes soften. "It's not a problem, kitten. The cleaning staff will take care of it. We can use one of the other bedrooms until then." He runs you a hot bath with one of your lavender scented bath bombs and helps you out of your bloody pajamas. He puts them and his stained pajamas into the laundry and stays perched on the edge of the tub, talking to you as you soak. He has the luxury of time, so he'll personally cook whatever you're craving, and order you whatever pastries and sweets your heart desires.
.ŕłŕż*:ｼCaleb
Caleb has been with you ever since your first period, so he's well prepared for that time of the month. You even remember him helping you wash your bloody sheets when you'd woken up scared and confused when you first bled, and he'd also gone to the pharmacy to buy pads. But now waking up and realziing you'd stained his sheets was a different story. You didn't want to be a burden to him and come off as someone unable to take care of themselves, but here you were, lying in a pool of blood while your legs and back ached like the devil. You sniffle, and Caleb is immediately awake.
"Pipsqueak?" He asks softly, and you try to fight back tears. You tracked your damn period, yet it still came early, and now you were at his house, unprepared. "I got my period," you say defeatedly and pull aside the covers. "I didn't bring pads or my painkillers, but I promise I'll clean it up, you don't have to look after me-"
"Stop it." Caleb interrupts you and pulls you tightly against his side. "Pipsqueak, do you honestly think I wouldn't have period supplies here? It's your home too. It's never a burden for me to look after you. I'll take care of this. You don't have to cry. Now go change. I'll make you breakfast."
.ŕłŕż*:ｼXavier
Our sleepy king will wake up confused when you suddenly rush out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, nearly slamming the bathroom door shut. As his eyes adjust the dim light, he observes the wet, red, stains on his sheets and understands. He quietly knocks on the bathroom door, telling you in calm, quiet tones that he's not mad even though you were convinced he was. "Why would I be mad, princess?" He asks through the door. "You didn't do it on purpose. Now let me in."
He holds you till you calm down, strips the bed down, and puts them all into the laundry. There's a cupboard filled with different types of period supplies, including tampons, pads, and a Diva Cup. After you've changed, he makes a list of all the things you're both going to do to help you feel better. A family-sized order of hotpot for lunch, drinking some herbal tea for cramps, playing video games on the couch, and lots of cuddly naps. Xavier is the master of relaxation.
.ŕłŕż*:ｼRafayel
This man is emotionally invested when you get your period. In fact, it's not your period, it's our period when you're with him. Rafayel felt it before you did, that liquidy warmth seeping through the bed. When he sees you've stained through your pajamas and the sheets, he can't help but feel there was almost an intimate, artistic feel to the whole thing. Your body is at its most vulnerable, sleeping so trustingly in his bed. He rouses you gently, and when you start to apologize, he merely shakes his head.
"You're a warrior, my dear bride," he'll say lovingly. "You can bleed and not die, that's something that no man can ever do." The crimson on the sheets is already inspiring his next art piece. He'll launder the sheets himself, and while you enjoy a hot shower, Rafayel prepares for a lazy day at the beach. He insists that the sun on your back and inhaling the moist sea air are the best remedies for period blues.
Š unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating
Reader, who is majoring in Protocore Science (let's just say it's something like chemistry or physics) And Rafayel with his pretty purple hair and snake bites, you guessed it, is an art major. Seemingly opposites but you get along great and living together feels like second nature.
Thing is, Raf is very much in love with you.
And you? You're focused on your studies, a tad bit convinced you are out of his league, and overall a bit oblivious to his very blatant want. He's the university It-Boy after all, still completing his degree but some of his art pieces have already gotten famous.
Women flock to him, ask for his number, ask him on dates, flirt with him in and out of class. That level of popularity is intimidating to you, so you just quietly snicker as he turns down yet another girl during your library study session. "Seriously, can't they see I'm with you?"
"We're just studying, Raf. They're going to shoot their shot regardless if I'm here or not." And fuck does it kill him to see that his words have landed so far off their target. "You're my roommate, surely they realize our apartment doesn't have room for another."
And youâre snickering again, glancing up at him from your textbook with a grin. âSharing your bed wouldnât take up that much space in our apartment.â
And god dammit he wants to bite the wooden table. Somehow swallowing the groan that threatens to rumble his throat. How dare you feed his imagination.
How could you be so blatant yet so god damn oblivious?!
Dare I flesh this out into a whole smut fic after I finish my vampire reader x human Sylus smut fic??
caleb as the new graduate your workplace just hired, and he's only got eyes for you.
the only day in your four years with the company, and you're late. when you show up, your boss is showing this hunk of man around your open office. your boss doesn't even question why you're late (the fry pan accidentally slid off the stove while you were cooking breakfast, leaving a scorch mark on your kitchen floor). instead, he calls your name and waves you over.
sunset eyes watch you curiously as you rush over, all nervous and giddy from your tardiness. your boss introduces the latest addition to your team: caleb xia.
since hearing your sweet voice and seeing your gorgeous smile, the rookie's been enchanted by you. all it took was one run down to the local cafĂŠ, and now he brings you your usual coffee every weekday at the same time.
and of course, with your morning coffee comes a check-in. he'll ask how you slept, if you ate, how your pet is. in the afternoon, he'll come around and remind you to take a break from your work emails. almost every time you leave the office to head home, he's by your side, walking you to your car because he says it's dangerous for a woman to be out at night (it's 5pm).
any time you stay back after hours, he stays back with you.
"what could you possibly have to catch up on, caleb? i saw your reports. they looked perfect to me," you ask him while looking up from your monitor. he's leaning against your door frame, burly arms crossed over his chest and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. those veiny forearms flex deliciously as he stands upright. you return your gaze to the spreadsheet, a blush threatening to spread across your cheeks.
"you looked like you could use some help," he replies cheerily, like it's just natural for him, your junior, to assist you with your work that's way above his pay grade. you try to protest, but caleb's not having it. and with the way he effortlessly advises you on calculations and proposal ideas, you're wondering if the roles should be reversed.
soon enough, your relationship isn't strictly related to work. it starts when you call him over to your place to help with your leaky tap. he seems like he knows this kinda stuff, right? and he said you could always turn to him for help, no matter what.
within 20 minutes of showing up, he's already fixed your tap and is now replacing your ancient light bulbs. you offer to buy him lunch, your treat to repay him for his hard labour. caleb reassures you that you don't need to, that he'd do anything for you, no compensation required. but you insist, and well, he's not going to push it.
as you drive to your fav noodle place to pick up your takeout, caleb takes this opportunity to install little cameras all over your house. for protection purposes, of course. safety comes first, and a woman living alone in this neighbourhood isn't safe. that's definitely the reason. not like he's obsessed with you or anything.
by the time you return, he's lounging on the couch, playing with your pet who seems to like him even more than you. after sharing your takeout, he heads off.
not much else changes, except for the occasional out-of-office-hours call you make to caleb when something somehow goes wrong at your place. every morning, he still asks what you had for breakfast and if you slept well, even though he was watching you for most of the night.
when you find out he has trouble sleeping, youâthe good colleague you areâoffer to help him in any way possible, seeing how he always helps you. but you never thought that would lead you to his bed.
your smaller body is beneath his huge one as he sucks cruel hickeys on your neck that no amount of makeup can conceal. you push at his chest, chanting his name instead of calling it.
he murmurs into your neck, "promised you would help me, pips. need to burn some energy before bed. think you can lie here n' take it?"
"caleb, we can'tâ"
"you've been so stressed lately. let's help each relax, hmm?" he coos against your ear.
"please." his voice is strained, near the breaking point, like he'll get on his knees and beg for you if that's what you want.
it's not coercion when you've been needing him for months now, when you've been touching yourself far too often and moaning his name into your pillow (the cameras have no microphone, so caleb can only imagine the sounds you're making).
you permit yourself one night to your relinquish control and hand it over to the sweet puppy staring at you all pouty. and you know you made the right choice when he fucks you like no else has ever before. beyond his years. beyond your wildest dreams. the way he makes you feel is heavenly and oh-so-sinful at the same time.
pulling on your hair while kissing your forehead and rasping out the sweetest praises against it. choking you on his length while wiping your tears and caressing your cheek.
caleb xia programs your body to need him and only him.
the next morning is filled with groans from you about how wrong last night was, how you shouldn't have given in to temptation and ruined your working relationship. but caleb reminds you (physically) how good it felt, how right you two feel together. and that's more than sufficient evidence to suggest that being colleagues simply isn't enough for the both of you anymore.
creates impromptu scavenger hunts for you. and by that, i mean he leaves treats in different rooms of your place for you to find once heâs gone. like, you opened a cabinet one day, and 5 chocolate candies fell out. this is zayneâs version of a prank.
sometimes, late at night, youâll get a knock on your door. zayne, fatigued and still in his scrubs, has come straight to you after his shift. he couldâve gone to his house, sure, but after the day he had, he needs his home.
you go back and forth between each otherâs places so often that his neighbors think you live with him, and yours think he lives with you. an older woman in his neighborhood stopped by to thank him after he saved her husbandâs life, and the gift basket she prepared had two of everything.Â
he carefully curates care packages for you. vitamins, pastries, daily planners, blankets, medicines you should always have on hand. he always sends them before his big business trips, and they always include a souvenir heâd bought on the last one because it reminded him of you
tries not to show it, but he worries about you being all by yourself. basically has the terms of your lease memorized, and he knows multiple routes from your place to the nearest hospitalÂ
caleb:
he has to hold himself back from coming to visit every time you go grocery shopping. you have how many bags? to carry how far? itâs just not right. he almost canât take itÂ
when he is there to help, he honestly doesnât even actually carry the bags. he uses his evol for that, so his hands can do the important things, like holding yours in the elevator or spotting you as you climb up the stairs
definitely uses his visit time to meal prep for you, no matter how much you tell him you can do it yourself. âyeah, you can,â he teases. âbut will you?âÂ
buys duplicates of your stuff so you can have whatever you need at his place. it also just lets him feel closer to you (he is definitely using the shampoo and body wash whenever he misses you. maybe even the perfume. the recruits notice he smellsâŚfruity one day, but say nothing)Â
uses 10 different apps to check up on you. flicks through your social media, tracks your water intake and step count, sees what youâve been watching on your shared streaming services, scrolls through your most recent songs playedâthereâs so much information out there. and if itâs about you, he has to know it. for your safety, of course
heâs basically your on-call problem-solver. caleb, can you open this jar? caleb, i canât carry this box up the stairs. caleb, i canât lift this thing out of its package. no matter how small the ask is, heâll be there as soon as he can
he also doubles as your personal handyman. you tell him somethingâs broken, and the next day itâs miraculously working again with a smiley face sticky note on top. he kinda moves like the gnomes in the sims 4 where they come into your apartment and fix stuff overnightÂ
please move in with him. he will hint toward it constantly. or he could just pack his bags, move in with you, and fly up to skyhaven every morning. does your apartment complex have an aircraft hangar he could use?
xavier:Â
if heâs still your neighbor in this scenario, youâll hang out at each otherâs places so often that the few times when youâre apart donât matter as much.Â
if heâs not your neighbor in this scenario, prepare for psychological warfareÂ
he wears a mask of innocence, but heâll subtly bring his stuff over to your place, or your stuff over to his, to soft-launch your move-in togetherÂ
âxavier? why is my hairbrush in your bathroom?â
âhm. you mustâve left it here the last time you stayed over. weâre basically roommates at this point.â all this with an innocent smile.
whether youâre neighbors or not, he loves when you call him over when youâre lonely. for you to choose him, for you to seek him outâŚa soft glow always surrounds him when you open the door
and when heâs lonely, he puts the house plants heâd gifted you to good use: he stops by âjust to tend to themâ and ends up staying the night, his body sprawled on top of yours when you wake up
he keeps a mental file of all of your neighbors so he can know if thereâs anyone to worry aboutâand so he can steer you away from anyone who might be a threat
heâs soft-spoken, but he speaks the loudest when heâs right outside your door. when his voice carries through the halls, anyone who mightâve tried something knows that while you may live by yourself, youâre not alone.Â
sylus:
detests how constricting your space is, as well as the lack of interior design, but keeps it to himself (for the most part)
your bed is not big enough and ages him 10 years every time he sleeps in it. he also keeps this to himself.Â
even so, he lures you over to the base as much as possible. that way, just for a little while, he can pretend your cramped rooms and mismatched furniture donât existÂ
mephisto practically lives in the tree closest to your window, and his owner is shameless about the spying. âbasic security measures,â heâd said. he doesnât trust the sluggish courtesy officer at your complex to do his job. though heâs debated simply buying your landlord out and giving the staff a complete overhaul a couple timesÂ
you never go grocery shopping. every week, sylus has you send luke and kieran a list. and every week, they show up at your door to drop the requested items off, trying to hide how out of breath they are
subtle hints to move in with him turn to outright conversations. but if you need your own space, he wonât keep you from having it. heâll justâŚgenerously offer to fund an upgraded living arrangement. either that, or enjoy having a whole new wing in the base built just for you. fingerprint or beak access onlyâno twins allowed
rafayel:
you live alone? huh. you barely notice with him around
rafayel is constantly over at your place, as if he doesnât have millions of dollars in beautiful real estate of his own to lounge around at
it started with silly excuses, like âi heard a weird noise outside and got scared,â or âiâm not feeling too goodâcan you watch over me just to be safe?âÂ
but at a certain point, he just stopped bothering.
you come home from work to find him lazing on your couch, and he perks up the moment he sees your face. he says he missed you, you say you saw him yesterday. and he says yeah, but that was a whole yesterday ago
when heâs miraculously not invading your personal space, he still likes to pretend he is. heâll text you like youâre sitting in the same room, making no-context references to things around him that you canât see, because, as youâve explained to him, you are not, in fact, together at the moment. his only answer is âwell maybe you should come over then, cutieâÂ
at least once a week, heâll order food to your door, only to send a picture of him eating the same thing at his studio. does long-distance parallel play exist? if so, thatâs himÂ
helps you redecorate when you decide your furniture is too drab. even paints you a few originals to display in different rooms
his hand circles around your wrist when you shift ever so slightly, rustled clothing filled the once peaceful silence. his voice is muffled into your shoulder, his brows furrowed at the disturbance... and a pout on his lips.
a small breath fans the skin of your exposed shoulder, his nose skimming almost the surface. half asleep. words jumbled and not quite awake. but his grip is assured. seeking.
"don't..." he trails off, grumbling incoherently, and the sight almost makes you laugh. your mirth is greeted with an eye lazily pried open. "'s not funny. you're leaving me all alone. it's cold."
"i'm just going to the bathroom..."
your reasoning falls on deaf ears, much to your growing amusement and disbelief. sylus lets out a huff and turns around on his side, petulance evident in the seemingly nonchalant manner of his body language. his bare back expands with an exaggerated sigh of resignation.
"sylusâ"
"no, no. if you loved me, you would have used the bathroom beforehand. clearly love is not something your bladder has for the sanctity of sleeping together."
he waves you off, a light waggle of his fingers, and draws the covers over himself. you can only exhale and laugh quietly to yourself. unable to help it, you linger just for a few more seconds and crawl back into bed.
"marriage has made you soft." your voice teases him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "you used to go days without seeing me and now you can't handle five minutes."
sylus turns, sleepiness doing little to hide the devotion in his gaze. his hand gently cradles the side of your face before he speaks. "i waited for you for years. forgive me for being greedy."
"it's just the bathroom," you protest weakly. damn him and his penchant for making your heart flutter. his head tilts, unmoved at your rebuttal.
"so? i would sit on the toilet while you showered if you let me. i want to be everywhere you are."
was able to journal this week while schoolâs out due to the typhoon (the art iâve collected over the past few months is finally seeing the light of day!!)
to my filipino mutuals, i hope you all are doing well â¤ď¸ please take care and stay safe
i recently finished my second journal of the year, and so i started this new one with @/vitamiinshiâs lads notebook! đ
