meanie caleb who holds you down in a mating press !
all of your senses were currently being consumed by caleb. he holds you down, knees pressed all the way up to your chest. his body presses down on you, his weight is heavy but comforting. enveloping you in your own little world, everything you see, touch, and hear, is only caleb.
"fuuuck, this pretty pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he grunts into your ear.
you can't find it in you to give a coherent response, it's a struggle. breathy whimpers are the only thing you can muster out.
he lets out a small chuckle, "i asked you a question, sweets." his hand moves between your legs to pinch at your clit.
his actions send a jolt through your body and you let out a yelp, "ah- yes all for you 'leb!"
"thaaat's it, good job." his fingers let go of their hold, releasing your poor clit, opting to trace small delicate circles instead. like he's praising you for answering him.
hot wet kisses are placed all over your neck. heat curls up in your lower abdomen while caleb is busy moving his hips back and forth into your cunt. it feels so good but you can't help but lose strength in your legs that he has pinned up.
you whimper and try to adjust his hold on you, moving your legs to see if he'll let you put them down. his lips that were just leaving kisses, begin to bite down. teeth biting down on your soft skin, then using his tongue to sooth over the red marks.
"oh no no no." he whispers into your neck. "gotta keep your legs up baby."
"can't! m'tired hahh." you barely muster up the energy to tell him.
caleb's pace doesn't relent, hips furiously slamming into yours. suddenly you hear a whoosh and caleb looks down on you with a smug smile on his lips.
his evol pins you in place, locked in a mating press.
"you're not done until i say so." he muses as he touches his forehead to yours. his eyes stare at yours, hooded, as he uses his evol to control your body to his whim. the thought of him having full control over your body sends heat to your core.
he continues to rock into you, rolling his hips with precision. hitting the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with one deep thrust, his evol took control of your hands, pinning them above your head. his body pressed down further, roughly plunging in and out.
with a few more movements, the coil began to snap. you and caleb groaning in tandem as release creeping over the two of you. you cry out caleb’s name as you climax.
the two of you pant, catching your breath. it’s silent, as you both bask in the afterglow. but it's broken when caleb cheekily whispers,
“shall we see what other positions i can keep you in?”
Caleb who knows your secret hobby of writing fanfiction on the internet.
You think you're sneaky, but he had already made a fake account complete with a profile picture, bio, and even reposts from time to time to seem like another human being.
He follows you and comments on your posts regularly and you suspect nothing-just another mutual who enjoys your interests, right?
He anticipates each post, a smirk curling on his lips when he sees you had posted something new.
All your previous entries had been rather tame, cute scenarios with your favorite characters, but this one was different.
The little warning at the top made him curious and he clicked the 'read more' button.
He read the filthy 5k fic you wrote about the character you were currently obsessed with, his eyes widening, totally taken aback by how vulgar you could be.
To think that just a door away, you were hunched over your computer writing about this, thinking about this-
"Coulda just asked for help," He murmured to himself, reading the authors note at the bottom.
Hey everyone! Sorry for the hiatus-my gege came back from school so I've been hanging out with him all the time! I hope you enjoyed...it was my first time writing smut so like its probably really horrible LMFAO
His fingers hovered over the keys, wondering what type of expression you would made if he revealed that gege was reading your fanfictions. Would you shrivel up and apologize? Never speak to him again? Scream at his face?
The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel weird about it (even though it was already weird) and he did want to read more about what was going on in that pretty little head of yours-so he typed out a simple reply and scrolled back up, pulling the band of his sweatpants down, eager to reimagine the scene as you and him instead.
nyahpple_20 replied to the author: Please write more smut!!! <33
a/n: hello everyone it's been 1000,00942049 years...but I decided to write a mini drabble to get warmed up. I have so many drafts and plans for things and my mind is just a jumble of stuff LOL!! Sigh I wish caleb was secretly reading my fics from the other room...Feel free to expand on this idea or just use the idea lmfao. (PLZ TAG ME IF YOU DO <33) divider by @jellyskyy-art
caleb being away from you on missions for weeks at a time so you leave a little surprise for him during one of them... while helping him pack for his latest mission, you fold his uniform shirts but you put some lipstick on and lightly kiss the shirts, just below the collar on the inside. it isn't visible from the outside and can come out in a single wash. caleb notices the first one when taking off his uniform for the day. "hm. weird. maybe it's just a smudge." then he notices it the next day on another shirt. he goes through all of his shirts, finding the kiss marks you've left. he sets a single shirt aside, deciding not to wear it or wash it. he goes through all of them, but leaves that shirt untouched. he looks at it and holds it gently whenever he has a rough day, counting down the days until he sees you again.
╱╲ 18+ stuff below. Explicit and foul language. Orgasm-controlling freak named Caleb. mdni thanku.
I’ve been thinking about Caleb and control. ‘Cause it never really felt limited to life-or-death situations. It feels… systematic. Like something that would sometimes… seep into other moments too.
So… I reckon Caleb’s the kind of guy who pulls back when you’re both about to cum just to edge you for another thirty minutes purely because he likes how tight you get when you’re about to cum. Because he likes knowing you could… but you won’t. Not when he’s decided otherwise. So I call em like I see em: Caleb’s the type to shatter your soul right when you’re about to cum.
He doesn’t even finish the sentence properly; he buries his face between your tits with this strangled, helpless sound. That’s how close he is. He’s swallowing his cussing, his eyes are all rolled back and your brain’s melting. You swear he’s right there with you—you’re so. gonna. cu—
Dude pulls out with a sadistic chuckle. An asshole chuckle. It’s long. Filthy and rumbling deep in his chest. “—heh ehe…I know-I know, pips... I know what I said.. but… You feel insane like this.”
So there you fucking are: A leaking cunt and a raging hard dick chasing absolution, but nah—denied. Gates slammed shut. And the sound of his laughter doesn’t let up. “Ah-hahaawhh… you… You grip so fuckin’ tight on the edge… please—please. Suffer with me a little longer. Sh-shhh… I know it hurts. That’s the point. Mm… You’re a good girl—riight?” He forces back in—ahh—goddd—buries to the hilt just to watch you sob, then holds perfectly still. “Hehe—f-fuck… that’s iiiit—ahh… s-slowly… mhm… god, you’re the cutest when you listen to me.”
bunch of random tooth-rotting fluff about how the little mc and little caleb adopted little zayne! fem!mc | wc: 1.5K
❅✈ zayne who would be minding his own business on a walk (bc his parents forced him to go outside and 'play'), until little mc stumbles right in front of him
❅✈ little mc who is out of breath, running from who knows what
❅✈ zayne is concerned at first but then seems a toothy smile from her and decides she's probably just playing catch or something.
❅✈ the second time he's on a walk, he sees little mc running around but with BLOOD on her knee.
❅✈ It takes up all the courage he can muster, and all the mental back and forth with himself to finally approach mc.
❅✈ mc is in her own world until she's tapped on her shoulder. She freaks out thinking its caleb and turns with a huffy pout, ready to whine, but alas, its a new gege
❅✈ I can totally see mc being super quiet and blushy at first with zayne.
❅✈ especially when their first interaction is him mildly scolding mc for running around with a wound (one she didn't notice btw)
❅✈ zayne is lowk bamboozled someone can run around without noticing they're bleeding but whatever.
❅✈ mc is lowk bamboozled he carries a small first aid kit with him (i imagine little zayne going on walks with a little sling bag btw - yes, very millenial even for his age).
❅✈ so picture this, little mc sat on a random park bench, blushy - its the quietest shes EVER been, as the older gege in her neighbourhood is knelt in front of her bandaging her knee.
❅✈ when zayne is done, he stands up again, and they both instinctively move to brush his dirty knees, leading to an awkward head bump
❅✈ zayne smiles for the first time and pats her head
❅✈ mcs heart almost explodes until a small candy is given to her.
"For being a good patient"
❅✈ mc hears caleb calling for her from afar and turns around immediately - zayne makes a mental note of mcs name from then on.
❅✈ mc returns home with candy in her hand and caleb immediately clocks it
❅✈ he's bending down to poke at the band-aid questioning her about what happened.
"A bigger gege did it f'me"
❅✈ caleb almost passes out.
❅✈ never let's mc out of his sight ever again.
❅✈ In fact, he bans mc from going outside till he's found this guy.
❅✈ only takes caleb a week to find zayne's house and is knocking at his door, his arms crossed n everything.
❅✈ but when zayne appears, caleb's expression changes - he was v neat and presentable; even the way he spoke, incredibly eloquent - nothing like those rowdy bullies around the block, nothing like him.
❅✈ caleb thanks zayne for what he did, and shoves a WHOLE bag candy to his chest before running away.
❅✈ this is zayne's first impression of caleb... that he's super sweet (he was won over by the candy, trust).
❅✈ this leads to both caleb and mc finally on a consensus that zayne is a new friend (zayne doesn't know this at all)
❅✈ they'll show up at his door once a week, then twice, then... well you get it.
❅✈ by this time, zayne's parents are so overjoyed to see zayne with new friends, bc they lowk felt bad moving for the 377358th time.
❅✈ but to see that the neighbouring kids were this persistent was super cute to them.
❅✈ zayne himself wasn't all too overjoyed bc he wants to stay and do his study time.
❅✈ but sometimes, caleb would literally sneak through his window to pester him out.
❅✈ I'm talking, his pencil just magically floating out of his fingers, his paper flying away into a folded plane.
❅✈ zayne learns its must easier to dedicate some time to playing (babysitting) with the two than rejecting them.
❅✈ caleb and mc are soooo smitten with zayne (though caleb would never admit it verbally)
❅✈ caleb totally does sneak out at night sometimes (without mc) to hang out with zayne.
❅✈ zayne is a little spooked at first, but soon realises that perhaps this is what it means fo have a friend.
❅✈ caleb yaps and yaps about his little meimei, about his love for the sky and wanting to fly one day, about the other boys in the neighbourhood who he roughed up... etc.
❅✈ at first caleb had put up a facade with zayne, as he does with everyone, but over time, he's learnt to be himself - especially since zayne often patches his up after his scuffles w the other boys, and at night, when he yaps away, he really just feels at ease.
❅✈ after months of this, one night, zayne finally yaps back and caleb genuinely feels his heart thumping.
❅✈ like the kid gets goosebumps hearing more than 2 sentences out of his mouth and starts to look at zayne with big beady eyes, wanting fo hear more.
❅✈ zayne obviously gets nervous and stops straight away, but when caleb scowls he'll stutter a bit and continue.
❅✈ eventually caleb makes it clear to zayne that he's the only one he trusts with his little meimei and zayne gets a little nervous.
❅✈ not because he cant handle mc, but because he doesn't want to mess up when he's given such high praise.
❅✈ caleb fails to notice this anxiety, and so he doesn't understand when suddenly zayne grows a bit more distant to the two.
❅✈ but it only pulls them closer tbh.
❅✈ for the first time mc would hug zayne out of nowhere he totally looks to caleb asking for help.
❅✈ caleb is totally jealous, lets out a scandalous gasp and pulls mc back with his evol, only to hug zayne himself!
❅✈ que zayne becoming even MORE flustered cos what?!
(It turns into a group cuddle)
❅✈ when mc and caleb learn he gets flustered easily, its honesty over for the poor boy. caleb obviously keeps his meimei in check, but he isnt too worried abt it all.
❅✈ he has granted zayne the golden apple approval (he still wont let mc get too close tho let's be fr)
anyways, back to trio interactions ~
❅✈ caleb and mc love to tease zayne
❅✈ zayne alone would only tease caleb
❅✈ sometimes will playfully add a remark here and there when caleb is teasing mc
❅✈ thinks of mc and caleb as his little siblings, and will addresses them as such.
❅✈ leading to mc calling zayne 'gege', which makes caleb sick to his stomach for the first few months.
❅✈ but caleb doesn't call zayne that way at all, he calls zayne by his name bc he wants to be his friend, he's literally the coolest guy in the neighbourhood- but if he's talking to other ppl about zayne, he'll say he's his gege
❅✈ zayne isnt as touchy feely as caleb and mc, but find it super cute - especially when mc is upset and the only way caleb can cheer her up is with a kiss on both her cheeks.
❅✈ zayne hasn't ever had to deal with a crying mc bc mc for some reason only becomes a drama queen when caleb is near.
❅✈ but near zayne, she has the tough girl act, which doesn't fool zayne one bit bc he still sees her as a little baby (in a nice way).
❅✈ the only time zayne sees her crying is one day when she turns up in front of his doorstep in tears, all alone.
❅✈ zayne panics at the sight, wondering why she's alone, and is almost ready to get the phone to call josephine.
❅✈ but mc stops him and says no.
❅✈ zayne realises he can be persuaded by a crying mc then and there and ends up spoiling her the whole day.
Hands held, they walk around and get ice cream till mc finally tells zayne what's wrong (caleb forbade her from entering his room for a week and wont even talk fo her bc he is sick and doesn't want her to catch it).
❅✈ zayne is super logical with his explanation and way of comfort. but when none of it works, he'll sigh and kiss her forehead. mc totally shuts up and sucks back any tear from falling ever again.
❅✈ shes super blushy and nervous even as he walks her back home.
(que caleb watching from his window, so totally betrayed at the sight of them)
(zayne totally aware that caleb is watching, might even throw in an extra hug before letting mc back in her house)
(totally lingers a while when he heard loud footsteps and then caleb calling for mc - he needs to know that he did a good job reuniting them okay?! He's totally not there to hear the tea)
❅✈ zayne will always consider them siblings, rather than friends, because he holds it to a higher degree.
❅✈ a part of him knows that perhaps its to believe that their bond is tighter.
❅✈ that no matter how far he moves away, no matter how long he distances himself, they'll always be linked to him.
As a kid, you were EXTREMELY afraid of heights but Caleb is not afraid at all, he build a treehouse in the backyard and goes there to play sometimes. A friend told you that loving someone means doing something that person loves as well, even if it's scary. So one day you climbed up to Caleb's tree house all geared up with a helmet and pillows taped to you to surprise Caleb.
"Pipqueak! What are you doing here? And what the heck are you wearing...?" (Answer: Pillows, safety gears, helmet, thick sweaters.)
Atp you're holding so tight to the railing and did not want to look down at all, just focusing all your attention on Caleb and NOT falling down "You talk about the tree house all the time and always wanted me here, so here I am! Fully prepared! Super safe and not afraid at all!"
Safe to say Caleb cried that day. Don't worry. He will never let you fall and hurt yourself.
[A/N: bits and pieces inspired by Liv and Maddie where Josh went to Maddie's treehouse despite being so afraid of heights SOBS SOBS]
content: mdni. lots of body talk, men's tits, extensive discussion of nipples & nipple piercings, reader loosely implied to be mc in like two lines, not proofread
let me be clear, i want the answer to be 'yes' for all of them but i have to speak my truth. also sorry, i thought about piercings for too long and blacked out a little.
enabled by @scar-crossedlvrs. divider by @/diviniyae.
Xavier ↪ no, not anymore
Xavier has a phenomenal body. He's compact, all dense muscle - deceptively heavy for his stature. At his peak, there was so much potential for squish. In his current condition? Not so much.
All the baggy, comfortable outfits in the world can't hide what's going on under there. You slip your hand up his sweater, glide over the flat plane of his stomach, and find your prize. His chest is a firm wall of defined muscle, warm under the fleece of his sweatshirt.
No squeeze. No squish. It's like you tried to grab a pane of glass. You practically heard your fingertips squeak against his pretty porcelain skin.
You try to grab a handful again. Surely it was a fluke. Your nails drag against his skin. A shudder ripples down Xavier's spine, sharp inhale pressing his skin to your palm - but you're pouting.
Your pursuit has blinded you to the newly discovered joy of marking up his pretty skin with your nails. In your pursuit of handfuls of chest, you've lost sight of the reddening lines that you could be leaving behind you.
He's always liked your nails digging into his back, his thighs, gripping his ass when he drives into you again and again. He just didn't realize he wanted you to scratch.
You've got his sweater off and discarded on the couch cushion. You're pawing at his chest, trying to push that firm wall of muscle into some approximation cleavage, and he can't take it anymore. Xavier grips your wrist in a loose hold.
"Try it like this." He guides your hand across his chest, surreptitiously helping you scrape your nails against his skin.
You follow his lead for longer than you'd care to admit, dragging your fingers against him in paths that he designates. He shifts you onto his lap, hands braced on your hips. Without his guide, you mark your own trails over his body. Circling, dipping, winding - savoring the way his breath quickens and shudders.
He would consider nipple piercings, but when he finds out your intentions with them, he'd much rather just invest in a pair of clamps.
He'll pay for you to get your nails done whenever you want, though.
Rafayel ↪ no, not enough body fat.
Rafayel is a deceiver.
They look so comfortable and inviting, but it's like laying your head against a slab of marble. Worse, he walks around like a peacock all the time. Tits out, basking in the ocean breeze. Someone's got to make sure he doesn't get sunburned, and it sure as hell isn't going to be Thomas.
It's the perfect crime. You get to slather him with sunscreen, really take your time to make sure it's all massaged in. He's delicate, see? You can't let him get scorched. You'll never hear the end of it. Besides, what kind of bodyguard wouldn't fight the sun for their charge?
You take your time, save the best part for last. Working down his shoulders, down his back, applying just enough pressure to ply his breathy little moans from his lips. You're almost certain he's playing it up for your benefit, but why complain?
You drape yourself over his back, plop a dollop of sunscreen into your palm, and work your hands down his chest.
It's inconvenient. It's impractical. Honestly, your shoulders are starting to ache. You smooth your hands up over his abs, finally working up to your goal, the pièce de résistance -
And it's like trying to pick up the soap in the shower.
It's right there. You can see his tits. When he breathes, they press into your palm - his laughter is actively pushing his chest into your touch. Why can't you grab it?!
"Sorry, Cutie." He reaches up, flicks your nose with his index. He has clearly figured out what you were after. "I'm too cut for that."
And now he's flexing, just to mock you.
Honestly, you can't convince him to get his nipples pierced because he's already pierced them. Rafayel went through a whole body modification phase. He did his research, picked out his first piercing - and he absolutely hated the way they felt under his clothes.
He didn't even give them a chance to heal all the way. He just took them out and let them close up. Thus ended Rafayel's brief infatuation with body modifications.
...On him, anyway.
Broach the subject at your own peril. Rafayel can and will turn it on you.
He's right, though. It would look stunning on you.
Zayne ↪ yeah, but he doesn't let you paw at them.
They're soft. They're supple. He's intentionally flexing his pecs so you don't notice all the cushion he's got going on.
It's less an insecurity, more that he knows you, and he knows that you'll use him like a fidget toy. He will never be able to sit you on his knee again, because the second that you find out what he's packing up there you're going to be obsessed. No more plopping you on his lap while he works, no more soothing you to sleep with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat - don't you see? He's hiding this from you for your own benefit, too.
To be honest, he mostly doesn't want you groping his chest because his nipples are so goddamn sensitive. He's living a lie, but if you knew the truth then he would never have a moment of peace again.
Stick with me here. I think you can get him to pierce his nipples.
You have to play the long game. You can't want it too badly, can't beg and whine and plead. Stare overlong at his chest, then gaze longingly out the window. Be certain to sigh wistfully as you do.
Zayne waits until you've given up hope. He waits until the pouting stops, until you've stopped dropping 'subtle' hints. It's ultimately his decision, and the freedom from your obvious excitement gives him the time to think it over and see if it's something he wants for himself, or if he's doing it to appease you.
He waits until you're out of town to get it done. He doesn't even tell you. There's no before and after picture. He's got the restraint to wait until you're back in town, and then he invites you over for dinner.
You let yourself in. Zayne doesn't greet you at the door, so you assume he's in the kitchen.
Wrong. He's reclined on his couch, feet kicked up, only in a sleeveless white undershirt. He extends an arm to you, that silent demand for touch reeling you in - and then you see it. Poking against the fabric of his shirt, the clear outline of his newest addition. You reach for it instantly, eyes lighting with glee.
"No touching," he chides, nudging your hand away. "You realize this is essentially an open wound, yes?"
Sure, uh-huh, whatever he says. Increased risk of infection. Yes, thank you, Dr. Zayne, that's very sexy. Your eyes are locked on the barbell, trapped underneath his shirt. You behave, curl your hands around his ribs instead.
"Did you just get one?"
Of course he did. Because he's thoughtful. Because:
"I thought it was best not to deprive you entirely during the healing process."
...Which sounds a whole lot like he might get the other one done later.
Caleb ↪ yessir, those things are pillowy.
And the worst part is that he knows it, and he knows you love it. He's actively leveraging this against you.
And by 'this' I mean his chest, obviously. He would smother you if you asked. It's tempting, but giving in means he wins - and if he wins, he gloats, and you'll never hear the end of it. Every argument will end with 'all right, Pipsqueak, calm down', and then he'll tuck your head against his chest and -
Actually, that doesn't sound so bad.
Genuinely, I think he would do almost anything you asked, so nipple piercings are on the table just for you. Special order. You can pick 'em out, and he promises to let you play with them and everything. It's gonna be great.
Except he comes home from his appointment with that kicked puppy look in his eye and you know. You throw your arms around him in mourning.
"They said I didn't have the anatomy for - ow, careful."
What.
Why did he wince? Why is he holding your body away from him, hands braced against your upper arms? This isn't Caleb. This is some kind of Caleb-shaped imposter.
"They said I didn't have the anatomy for nipple piercings." Caleb lifts his shirt before you can overreact. The light gleams off of his fresh belly button piercing. "So, I got this instead. Whaddya think?"
He's a menace, that's what you think.
Unfortunately, you won't be able to sleep starfished on top of him until his new piercing heals.
But you can sleep tucked against his side, using his chest as a pillow. It all comes full circle.
Sylus ↪ yes. they bounce when he walks.
He's busting out of shirts. There's gapping when he buys button-ups. He has to get them specially tailored. His tank tops pull at the chest.
He knows you're staring. Everyone knows. Sylus rolls his shoulders and his shirt is pulled taut, barely holding on, begging to be put out of it's misery.
You're begging, too. A handful, an eyeful, whatever you can get, really. When the meal is that good, you'll settle for scraps.
Not that he would let you. Begging is cute, but you don't need to do all that - not all the time, anyway. Touching is not only permitted but encouraged. You're more than welcome to turn him into your personal stress ball.
It's in a tender moment when you notice it. Your head is already pillowed against his chest, body aching and worn out from his previous activities. His fingers scratch gently against your scalp, lulling you into the hazy space between sleep and wake. A record plays quietly - something Sylus had selected while you grumbled about being left cold, sore, and alone in his bed. (You were being a big baby, naturally, and he'd returned to your side with a glass of ice water as apology. Tribute accepted.)
You thought your mind was playing tricks on you at first. Surely, you were just slipping into dream. You burrow your cheek against his chest and try to let go of the idea.
The record scratches. Not in reality, but in your mind it's come to a screeching halt. You force your eyes to focus, to accept the evidence before you.
Sylus already got his nipples pierced. You're staring at a fully healed piercing.
"What is this?" You demand, his nipple jailed between your thumb and forefinger.
Sylus laughs, surprised and unguarded, the sound bubbling up. "That would be my nipple. You're acquainted."
That is so obviously not what you're talking about. You don't even deign to respond. Betrayal is wedged, a knife between your ribs.
"Where's his hat?"
You'll never quite live that down, but hey - Sylus starts wearing piercings again.
Honestly, he just kind of forgot about them. They naturally fell out of his morning routine and it never once occurred to him that your fixation with his chest would be enhanced by his jewelry collection. He even picks up a few new pieces. It's easy to tell - he's walking around with his chest puffed out, waiting for you to notice.
Could I request headcanons for Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb, Sylus, and Zayne reacting to his oblivious gn crush confessing to him without knowing he likes them romantically please?
i always think this prompt is so cute :) happy to get this one out sooner than other ones too lol
xavier
xavier struggles to talk about his feelings outright. he thinks he's admitting his feelings through his actions, through late night calls with you, staying up late with you/protecting you on missions. it's not though and he's getting frustrated you aren't picking up on his obvious signs of wanting a relationship with you.
he's close to outright admitting his feelings for you, but not before wanting to try something else first. he plans for a nice night in, a way to truly set them apart and state that he wants a relationship. he rents every movie you like, every cheesy movie in the genre to let you know he wants to be part of your life like the movies are.
you're at his place after he invited you over, nervously fidgeting as you enter his place. (another aspect of his attempted flirting was giving you a key.) he saw you enter as he finished up the fort by the tv, waving you over. you're quick to make yourself comfortable in the fort after getting changed, laughing at xavier's jokes while he puts in the finishing touches. once he's done with that, he gets comfortable with you as you settle into the movies for the night.
you're halfway through the second movie when xavier looks down at you. he's just about to confess when you say something before he does, angling yourself to look up at him. "i think i want to spend the rest of my life doing this with you. everything we do together feels comfortable."
"stole the words right from my mouth." he says, leaning in to kiss you, letting the sound of the tv wash over you. you curl up next to him after the kiss, the most natural next step.
rafayel
he has an art exhibit coming up, excited to tell you that he painted his feelings in the piece he has displayed on the wall. everything that artfully says 'i've loved you for eons', labelled 'the final confession. he's tried making his feelings obvious before, but you never caught on, and he's hoping you'll understand with this painting. he makes this rare appearance in his exhibit for you, standing next the painting, watching for you in the crowds.
he eventually spots you, stopping his conversation mid sentence, waving you over and the other people off. you fight your way through the crowd, knowing many are here for rafayel. when the people rafayel step aside, others crowd around him, so you take the moment you have to admire his painting.
eventually, the exhibit quiets as closing time rolls around. standing in the middle of the hall, you look at the painting, thinking it's one of his best yet. he approaches you, standing shoulder to shoulder, admiring you admiring his art. you lean your head against his shoulder; the physical affection among the two of you beyond any platonic relationship.
"you know, i really find myself struggling with the feelings i have with you. my feelings are like this piece, almost too big for a canvas to hold them, and i have to let you know they're there." you quietly confess, letting the exhaustion guide your confession.
he looks down at you, mouth open as he was just about to confess, not having the moment to explain his painting was about and for you. you've been oblivious for so long, and you steal his confession time withe his own painting? he can only roll his eyes at the timing, twisting you around to kiss you, both of you giggling into the night.
caleb
caleb wants you to know he likes you. he's constantly doing things for you that are on the verge of him just outright confessing his feelings for you; but he's a hopeless romantic and hopes that you'll be able to catch onto his actions rather than him having to use his words. but you never seem to catch on, laughing at his antics, much like when you were younger.
he's on his last ditch effort, pulling out all the stops. he's currently taking you on a flight, a romantic sight above the city. it'll lead into a sunset flight, where he eventually confesses his feelings if you don't catch onto his romantic intentions there. he's nervous, as he helps you buckle in gently, making sure you were okay as he hands over the helmet for communication.
"good over there pipsqueak?" he asks through the microphone to hear over the engines. you nod with a thumbs up, excited for the trip. the flight goes well and soon golden hour sets upon the both of you as the flight nears the end. caleb is gearing to tell you his feelings as you haven't mentioned any of this being romantic, but he's interrupted when you start speaking.
"this might be a coward's way out, but this feels easier for me to admit something. i really like you, and have for a while, but wasn't sure how to tell you. you were doing all these nice things that i started falling for, and this is a cool experience. but this allows me to be able to not look at you as i admit it." you say, looking straight ahead as caleb's heart stopped and started again.
he thought you were going to confess otherwise, but couldn't be happier otherwise. he reaches over with one of his hands, grabbing your iron grip on the seatbelt. he gently kisses the back of it, admitting to reciprocating all the feelings you just said, even though you were oblivious to some of his feelings beforehand.
sylus
he isn't one for theatrics; he likes to express his feelings outright. that said, he has a hard time expressing his feelings for you. he could always tell someone when he's frustrated with them, or how to intimidate someone into telling them what to do. but you do something to him that he can't get over. you make him quiet, make his life pause in a way he's never had before.
so, he has to figure out a way to tell you he likes you that you'll understand it. you always tell him that he does too much; you'll return gems you deem too expensive, denying needing his help on missions since you know he's been on a long one himself. he calls you kitten. he thinks you'll pick up on the fact he wouldn't do this for anyone else, and would recognize he wants to be around you.
he's with mephisto, talking mindlessly about how to tell you. he's interrupted when you walk into the door to his apartment (another aspect of him liking you), and call out for him. he decides to help you find him, walking to where he hears you. you look at him so fondly it makes his heart hurt - do you know and just decide to play with his heart strings?
"hello, kitten. what brings you in today? i wasn't aware i was to be expecting company." he asks, pushing his feelings down further, unable to bring himself to tell you his feelings. you bashfully look at him, telling him you had something to confess. he perks up, heart in his throat. he can't help but to hope it is what he thinks it is, and knowing he'll feel crushed otherwise.
"i have liked you for a long time, since almost the beginning of our friendship. i always feel like your gestures have been kind as friends, but i felt uncomfortable accepting them since i didn't think you liked me like that, only as friends. it felt too much like grand gestures, but yeah." you say awkwardly looking away from his intense gaze. he strides toward you at the end, pulling you in closely, not wanting his feelings to stay quiet anymore. you picked up on his gestures, but were too oblivious to pick up on the flirting nature of them. he'll fix that.
zayne
ever so steady and quiet in his life, it's much like his approach in flirting with you. he makes light jokes, and his personality changes to be soft around you. he lets you into his life, snippets he wouldn't trust other people with, or tries not to let slip. he's a quiet force in your life, and tries to flirt with you that way. by simply being there for you.
in a way, he finds your obliviousness cute. he doesn't get frustrated, as he's an incredibly patient man. he thinks you'll catch on eventually and wants to wait for you to admit to him rather than force his feelings on you.
he's currently in his office, lunch barely touched as he catches up on client files. he barely looks up as his door is lightly knocked on and opened. but he finally looks up when you speak, lightly chastising him for not taking care of himself and focusing on eating. he lets out an exhaled laugh, eating a few more bites as you nod in approval. you sit across from him, and he notes you seem a bit hesitent.
"what brings you in today? i don't see you on my calendar." he tries to make a slight joke, and you mirror his laugh from earlier. but you avert your gaze, preparing yourself to be potentially let down. (you won't be, but that never stops the nerves of the unknown.)
"i'm not sure how to do this, and i'm sorry that this is happening in your office of all places, but i'm too nervous to do this elsewhere. but i really appreciate how you've been there for me as a support person. it's boiled over to feelings for you, and i'm really hoping you feel the same way." you mutter out, feeling tense. but you're quick to relax when zayne stretches out a hand for you to place yours in, a soft smile on his face.
