❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!
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❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.
“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”
licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!
❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.
sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!
❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.
he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.
❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.
sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.
❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.
the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.
❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.
although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.
❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.
because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.
❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.
it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.
❥ You always knew being a dragon’s mate was going to be a bit… difficult.
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❥ absolutely claws you. you think your scratches on his back are bad? yeah, no, try dragon claws. yes, they HURT, but they hurt SO GOOD. sylus knows how fragile humans are so he won’t ever scratch you enough to really hurt you, but he will leave marks. mating season is when you get the most scabs and bruises.
pounding into you never felt so good. he needs somewhere to release the extra excitement in him and so sylus will gets a little claw-happy. no part of your body is left untouched, he’ll mark every part to make a beautiful masterpiece of pink and red on your skin.
❥ he tries to impress you. much like a modern bird, sylus is always about impressing his mate before mating with them. sometimes for days even before he has you bent over, he’ll begin the first step of courting you, which could be done by a multitude of things.
sylus with walk around naked, flexing his muscles and shiny shimmering scales in hopes of impressing you and seeing how virile he is. not to mention he’ll obviously show off his DDDs—double dragon dicks! they’ll swing low or perk up high, thick and creamy for your enjoyment. he’s saying “hey, hey! look at me! i’m the perfect mate for you.” sometimes sylus will growl at you or make certain warning noises not to scare you, but to show you he can protect you by doing that. it’s an entire draconic ritual that will have you simultaneously confused, impressed, and most importantly, aroused.
❥ he’s so goddamn loud. sylus is not usually one for loud noises, he prefers more tame atmospheres in his home… until he’s in his heat. day and night you’ll hear him stomping and thudding into things to assert dominance. it’s to simultaneously scare people and let them know that he’s there and not to be messed with.
not only that, but he roars. his growls are pretty loud and booming too, but sylus rarely lets out a full snarl unless he’s pretty upset or pretty horny. he’ll do it to anyone, even you. except, he uses his loud noises to instill fear into others but instill submission into you. don’t like it? he’ll try to tone it down, but it’s a reflex at this point. try to close your ears while he’s coming, it’s a powerful sound of pleasure and accomplishment.
❥ he has toy eggs. sylus knows he can’t give you babies and it makes him super upset. all his heat makes him think about is giving you babies, so to cope he got toy eggs. he essentially makes you play house with him with the eggs. you have to play mama dragon and he’s daddy dragon, and daddy dragon’s job is to protect and provide for his family while mama dragon’s job is to nurture the kids.
and he genuinely does do that. he will stalk the nest he’s built for you and his toy eggs; he will bring you and the eggs food to eat in the nest; he will bathe you and the eggs with his tongue; he will legitimately get emotional if something happens to you or the eggs. he’s a little hormonally crazy but you indulge him every single time.
❥ DOUBLE TROUBLE! that’s right, you’re cock-trained to take sylus twice at a time. on a normal occasion, you’ll only take one dragon dick at a time so you’re not overwhelmed. sylus will alternate so as to not neglect either one of his cocks, but that all changes during his heat!
DDDs all shoved up your poor pussy, you’re gonna break! sylus has slowly size trained you over every occasion of sex until you could somewhat comfortably take him two at a time. it takes so much restraint but he goes slow at first and by the time you’ve calmed down and let out the tears, he’s ready to really fuck. always paying attention to you, always licking away your tears, always embracing you, sylus will still give you the ride of your life. it’s like two rollercoasters at once, so jarring but addicting. how can you even still be tight after that? it’s a mystery.
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Mermaid!Rafayel and his strange habits while in heat.
❥ He has a lot of cycles… all of which you have to suffer through.
✎ᝰ a/n. alright, rafayel is our starter for this sister series! i hope people enjoy this series as much as they did the “affectionate habits” one. if you want to be tagged in the next updates for this series, pls lmk i will be happy to. the other lis are:
- bunny xavier, cat zayne, dragon sylus, and cyborg/puppy caleb (i have to choose for caleb)
enjoy!
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❥ he hisses! no more chirps or chitters, rafayel cannot stop hissing at everything around him. it’s not even just other men or women, it’s also like… coral reefs and amoebas. the hissing is rather loud and a bit scary, but he never does it to you. no, rafayel’s hisses are a way to ward off others in order to protect you. even if those “others” are passing crabs.
the first time rafayel started doing this you thought he was mad at you and this was his way of expressing it. you would recoil at the sound and then try and comfort him so you could figure out what you did wrong. but as soon as rafayel notices you’re upset, he immediately brings you into an embrace and reassures you that it’s not you. it’s the seaweed next to you, babe.
although when it comes to actual people, rafayel will get even louder in his hisses. he genuinely hates the idea of others being with you when he needs the most attention now. he thinks everyone’s out to get a piece of you and his anger only tells you he would never hesitate to hurt or kill those who get too close.
❥ he pins you constantly. it’s no secret rafayel is concerningly strong, but his muscle mass and strength become more prominent during his heat. by no joke, he will pin you with an index finger and leave you helpless writhing. but that’s precisely why he likes doing it. he really enjoys seeing you submissive and struggling underneath him, even if he’s not gonna do anything.
but most of the time… he is gonna do something. the whole point of his pinning is so he can keep you still as he going ramming into you from every position. his thrusts are deep and strong, so you need to be kept still or else you’re gonna go flying out the sea. he’s rough when he’s in heat and he’s practically training you to take his force because… well who else is gonna help him? only you can, no matter how much smaller and weaker you are.
❥ he speaks in lemurian. about half of the time rafayel spends in his heat he spends speaking to you in tongues. his heat is so instinctual that he can’t help be speak his native tongue even if you can’t understand him. he’s pawing at you, growling and begging right up in your ear until the entire tone of his voice changes. suddenly you’re hearing words you can’t make out in low pitches that make you shudder.
knowing he needs you is hot enough. but not knowing what he’s gonna do to you is even hotter. all the dirty talk he’s probably saying in your ear as he bend you over a rock and presses his 12 foot form against you gets you going. overtime you’ve learned a few words here and there… kind of. you know the words he says when he’s satisfied and or about to come, but you don’t actually know what they mean. you know the words he uses when he’s threatens you (not actually, just sexually) to come help him.
he’ll switch back and forth between his two languages unconsciously, especially in the heat of the moment. but if you’re being honest… you kinda want him to swoon you in lemurian all the time.
❥ he cries a lot. i think it’s well known that rafayel can have major mood swings sometimes, and his heat makes this a lot worse. while he is rough and claiming a good decent amount of the time, he’s also super emotional when you’re not around. he’ll curl into seaweed beds or alcoves to sob and whimper because he doesn’t have his darling with him. he’ll especially throw a fit if his heat becomes painful and there’s no outlet for him to use.
it’s a very sad sight to see. pearls come floating out of his eyes because he feels so lonely. his biology is telling him to give his body to his beloved, but if she’s not here or can’t, then it physically pains him. he’s physically bonded with you and can’t even think about using anything or anyone else to help him with his heat. the best he can do is stimulate his two cocks in private to best simulate what you might feel like, but it’s never ever enough.
❥ his cocks are always out. usually there’s a slit on the forefront of his tail where they retract and hide away until necessary but during his heat… well they’re just kinda always there. and it’s not because rafayel can’t put them away, it’s just that he doesn’t want to. at first you though maybe it was just a biology thing. cocks always out? right makes sense, he needs them constantly. but you learned from him that no… he just likes having them out with you around.
it’s for convenience sake. any sudden surge of horny he gets, no time is wasted getting those things out. he’ll immediately have you on your back with his floater friends ready to penetrate. they’re never soft either… they’re always just kinda hard and slick. while the sight is maybe a little bit amusing, it’s also impractical. you can’t sleep next to him without having to make room for his long schlongs. you can’t graze against them accidentally unless you want to be spurted with strange lemurian liquid. you can’t look at them for too long without rafayel getting incredibly horny and wanting to fuck you.
at some point you asked him why he doesn’t just put them away until they’re needed, but he insists on having you admire impressive his assets.
❥ he’s really obsessed with baby-talk. give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s in heat. while regular, normal rafayel isn’t too keen on the idea of babies, lemurian, in heat rafayel loves them. he massages your tummy and imagines his little seedlings in there. he doesn’t let himself come anywhere else but inside you in hopes of getting you pregnant. he’s constantly playing with your breasts in hopes that you’ll magically start milking.
the biology won’t allow it and rafayel knows that, but his brain is too muddled with ideas of you becoming a mother to his children. while he is no doubt aggressive in his heat, the heat itself is a biological purpose used for only mating. and lemurians mate for life. there’s no one else. so be honored <3
Mermaid!Rafayel and his strange affectionate habits
being in a relationship with a mermaid is pretty weird, rafayel has some weird habits!
✎ᝰ a/n: alright, back by popular demand (somewhat), we have the rafayel version of this. i could make this into a series… i could just not gaf… i could also make a “habits while in heat”, but idk!
dragon sylus version
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❥ he chirps! mermaid rafayel trills and chirps in various patterns as a subtle way of communication. you’ll hear soft, cute squeaks come from him when he’s happy or deep in thought. or when you pet his tail, he trills from the feeling of your warm hand on his cool scales.
you didn’t understand where the noises came at first until you realized rafayel was the one making them. the sounds are so different in pitch than his normal voice that it was surprising he could make them. but they were so cute that you never really questioned them, instead you took the time to learn what each chirp meant.
❥ he brings you many gifts. a common trait amongst mermaids is that they’ll go out of their way to collect trinkets to either court someone or make their current mate happy. rafayel isn’t really sure what you like as a human, but he definitely tries to figure it out!
he’ll bring you lost shoes or baby crabs or pretty candy wrappers in hopes that you’ll take some liking to them. but when you stare a bit confused at the piles of scrap that he gifts you, he decides he has to try harder. he learns that human women are not that different from mermaids—in that they both like shiny, pretty things. so rafayel’s makes it a habit to find coins and jewels buried in the sea and bring it up to you frequently as he can. you have no real use for these miscellaneous items, but you can tell rafayel is trying really hard to please you so you accept graciously. he chirps in excitement!
❥ he quite literally, suffocates you. never intentionally, no, but rafayel doesn’t know his own strength. human bodies are comprised weaker than lemurian bodies, making you the victim in rafayel’s affectionate embraces. it’s during these times that you’re reminded of just how big rafayel is. 8 feel tall in length, you’re constantly reminded that you’re a peewee who could be crushed by this mythical being at any moment.
rafayel does try to be gentle with you, though. he intentionally tries to tone down how passionate he is so as to not knock the air out of your lungs. he really can’t help it though, you’re so small and adorable he just wants to cuddle you and eat you up.
❥ he stares at you. rafayel isn’t too adverse in the human body, so at the start of your relationship he was very very curious as to what a human female looked like. it’s for this reason he the hates the fact that you wear clothes. all he wants to do is stare at you and ask what certain things are. to rafayel, this is a normal thing to do when you’re curious. to you, this is a little embarrassing.
the especially embarrassing part is when he stares at your intimate parts. he pokes around at your vagina with a curious look and the intent to investigate what the hell was going on in there. sure, mermaid anatomy was similar to human anatomy, but he’d never really seen a human female up close until you. the weird part is, he think it’s all completely innocent.
“so… this is clit right? lot smaller than i what expected…”
lick.
“rafayel!”
❥ he sings to guide you. it’s no secret mermaids have beautiful voices. you’ve heard some distant melodic voices from the sea in your time dating rafayel—but nothing compares to rafayel’s voice itself. the first time you heard it you felt like you were floating on air and transcending your body. it was that powerful. now that you’ve grown accustomed to the hypnotizing sound, though, rafayel uses his voice as a way to guide you.
when you’re on the beach looking for him or under the sea by the grace of his power, he sings melodiously to guide you in his direction. every time it happens you feel as if you don’t even need to think about the direction you’re going, that your feet just automatically know where to go even if you’re unfamiliar with the place.
❥ he has a cycle problem. rafayel goes through many physical changes throughout his lemurian life and that makes him constantly be in kahoots. one day he’s whiny and splashing everything with water, another day he can’t get his hands off of you and is extremely clingy, maybe one day he’s just really depressed and needs to be alone. it’s hard to tell what’s coming next with him.
but it’s also not just an emotional problem, it’s a physical problem too. sometimes, you’ll meet him and see that he’s two times bigger than usual (god almighty). other times, you’ll go in for a cuddle and feel his skin is all slimy and sticks to you. every time you ask about his issues, he always has a different explanation. it leads you to think, just how many cycles do lemurians go through?
❥ he has many nicknames for you. whenever you’re upset, he’ll laugh at you and call you a “baby pufferfish.” if you’re look extra pretty that day, he’ll call you “my pearl.” if you’re struggling within his grasp he’ll call you a “cute little minnow.” rafayel is incredibly affectionate and loyal, so all the pet names he uses on you he doesn’t use with any one else—even the human ones he’s adopted like “cutie” or “darling.”
one of his favorites, though, is the one he calls you when he’s in heat. “my nest,” he says whenever he has full intention of filling you with his eggs. it’s his way of telling you that the most precious and vulnerable part of him belongs to you, because you are a nest for his babies <3.
you love your part-robot boyfriend, but he’s a little strange!
✎ᝰ a/n: he was supposed to be a puppy for this series… but then this happened, so now he’s a cyborg. i think you all will like this one. enjoy!
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❥ he's always scanning you. day or night, awake or asleep, caleb will take it upon himself to check your vitals and health on a normal basis. just a quick little holo-scan from his eye is all he needs. and from the amount of time he already spends staring at you, this is a pretty easy feat.
he knows things about you that you haven’t even figured out yet. you’re gonna catch a cold soon, but he already knows from your white blood cell count. you might not know your period is coming soon but caleb has always got your back and tells you when you’re ovulating or preparing for a period. of course, you ask him not to do it all the time. and of course, caleb is insane, so he doesn’t listen all the time. it’s very intimate to him to know the inner workings of your body.
❥ he can’t sleep next to you (and he tries to fix it). caleb does not sleep in a normal human bed. instead, he sleeps in a tube where his charging port is and asks (begs) you to sleep with him there. and while you do indulge him, it’s very uncomfortable for your human body. even after he tried to enlarge the tube by rebuilding, it’s still not ideal.
he’s so upset that he can’t sleep with you in your bed that he’ll charge himself during the day just so he can be next to you at night. except, he can’t sleep without his port, so he just stays awake next to you, exhausting his energy by admiring you. he talks to himself and you during this time and if you ever stir awake from his murmurs, he’ll apologize and lull you back to bed.
❥ he makes modifications for you. caleb doesn’t wish to be any less than perfect for you, so he’s constantly making tweaks and refinements to his system and body to better adapt to you. like the time he installed a heating system inside of him because you always flinched at how cold he was. or maybe the time he installed more sensors in his wires just so he could better feel your touch.
and while to an extent it is sad, caleb will find a way to make it more fun. he’ll adjust the size and feel to his appendage for your pleasure and he’ll also install vibrations to his fingers if you really ask. or maybe he’ll do something silly like add confetti to his hands so that he can pop them out at celebratory moments.
❥ he forces himself to eat for you. caleb doesn’t really need to eat to keep alive. in fact, he prefers not to because sometimes it’ll make his metal tummy feel weird. he’ll never tell you that, though. he loves you too much to let you know that all the meals you prepare for the two of you are actually making him a little sick.
but he’s gotten better at keeping them down. he modifies his stomach to hold food better and slowly he’s working up toward more intolerable foods—such as spices. one day he hopes to be able to stomach everything you make, but until then, he’ll lie day and night to keep you happy and to bond with you.
❥ he’s very picky at his face. the face is the only thing caleb has that’s human-like. because of this, he’s constantly picking at it; snipping at his hair, shaving, cleaning the skin there, everything he can do salvage what he can of his human form. he also prefers it when you touch his face rather than any other part of him, simply because that’s where he can feel skin to skin contact.
he’ll constantly ask you if he looks handsome as a joke, but it comes from a deeper insecurity within him. he wants to ensure you still enjoy him even as he is, and once he gets your reassurance, he’ll start to remind himself every day that he doesn’t need to worry as much about his looks. because you love him anyway.
❥ he takes secret recordings and photos of you. there are two sides of this, the sweet side and the suggestive side. he loves recording your laughs and photographing your smiles with his system so he can rewatch them when the two of you apart. especially if he’s on a mission and away from you for an extended period of time, he’ll make to stock up on your beauty before he goes.
the suggestive side is more like… a few cheeky pictures of you dressed down or right after sex. maybe even a video of your butt while you’re walking away from him. he’ll never want to take videos or pictures of you during intimacy without your consent, but these small provocative pictures of you are more than enough to satisfy him. if you ever do give him consent to make what is essentially robo-homemade-porn, he’ll play it holographically and watch with you after the fact.
❥ he flies you everywhere! come with caleb on a joyride in his arms. he’ll fly you across town or just around the neighborhood! not that he can’t drive you, he just thinks this way is more fun and special because you’re clinging to him the whole way through. no need to be scared of heights because he’s got you tight in his grip and has 8 backup protocols in case he malfunctions mid-air.
you found it a little embarrassing at first, being a spectacle in the air for everyone else, but now it’s fun! you’ve grown so accustomed to being in the air because of him. and since you have such a fun time, anytime you’re down in the dumps or need fresh air, caleb is always there to take you on a little ride to cheer you up.
❥ he has you engraved. it was part of his hardware modifications, but he once asked you to write your name on a piece of paper, and a week later, he has that same writing etched onto his nape. you couldn’t believe it at first, but it was an exact copy of your handwriting now just seared into him.
he tells you it’s so that he can feel more comfortable in his “skin”. knowing that you’re a part of his new robotic body makes him much more accepting and happier of it. he doesn’t hate it as much, not when you’re always in the back of his mind.
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hey gals:
@chersyluvs , @otomegamesforlife
✎ᝰ summary: residential student doctor zayne practices drawing blood on you.
✎ᝰ a/n: i'm proud of this one.
“i know you’re nervous,” he says to acknowledge the tremble in your body, “but i’ll be very gentle. even if it does hurt, be rest assured that i’ll do my best to not make it worse. are you okay?”
“yes, i’m… fine. i’m fine.”
“are you sure about that?” zayne brings down his gloved hands to hopefully appear less threatening. “you don’t have to lie to me if you’re scared.”
“i am scared, but i’m not scared that you’ll mess up or anything… just… i can’t do blood, or needles, or doctors.”
zayne raises a brow.
“no offense, this is a very, uh, essential career you’re stepping into, zayne. doctor zayne.”
he doesn’t respond verbally to your nervous blabber. instead he lets out a slow exhale and turns to the medical cart beside him to pick up a blue tourniquet. slowly, so as to not startle you, he leans forward and wraps it gently around your upper arm. he refrains from tying it just yet.
“is this alright?” he asks softly, eyes solely focusing on the band.
with a small swallow you nod. “yeah, i mean we have to get this done at some point… sorry if i’m wasting your time.”
“don’t think about it like that,” he responds, now deftly moving his fingers to tie the band around. “i’ll have to deal with a barrage of patients, many of whom will probably be just as scared as, if not more than, you are. practice; this is just practice.”
the tourniquet uncomfortably squeezes the fat of your arm and leaves the rest of it weak. zayne taps your inner elbow to encourage the thin veins from beneath to expose themselves.
you try not to watch him too closely. not for his sake, but for yours. the needle was no where near you yet; but just knowing he was playing around with your arm for the purpose of sticking a needle in you was enough for you to avert your gaze.
“hey,” he alerts your attention, “you need to breathe and relax. if your body is tense then your blood vessels will constrict, making my job harder.”
“s-sorry.”
“don’t be sorry, just take a deep breath. here.” he straightens and with a gesture, tells you to follow along with him.
his shoulders rise as he takes a long and deep breath, then fall as he lets that breath go. keeping your eyes on him, you follow along through each breath over and over again until your focus was less on your anxiety and more on him.
“there we go, you did good,” zayne murmurs with a small smile. “do you feel better?"
surprisingly, you did, but you couldn’t help but feel a little silly at what was essentially a guided meditation from him.
you nod once and offer a smile back. “yeah, actually. i do feel better. thank you, you’re good at what you do.”
he sort-of incredulously chuckles. “i would hope so, being in my second year of residency and all. but try not to undo our progress by tensing up again, okay? just keep breathing.”
he leans in once more and makes a small noise while looking at your arm. for some reason this was causing another surge of anxiety to well up.
“w-what? something wrong?” you ask, joining in on looking at your arm.
he shakes his head and glances up at you. “quite the opposite, i can see your veins much better now. it’ll be much easier to draw now. but like i said, don’t psyche yourself out, okay?” he looks back up at you and holds your gaze, looking for explicit compliance.
“okay, i’ll try really hard. no promises here though… but i’ll try.”
“that’s all i’ll need. i’m patient.”
zayne flicks at the crook of your elbow with his finger over and over again. your arm was getting numb at this point but you figured it was for the better. less pain to feel from the needle, hopefully.
“okay,” he hums, “i think i have a vein. you’re doing good so far, just keep at it.”
you nod quickly before completely twisting your head the other direction. your heart rate skyrockets at the wet swab of the alcohol on your skin. running through your head was the fear of being stabbed mixed with the fear of disappointing zayne. it wasn’t clear which one was winning.
after the swab you expected to feel a needle penetrating your skin, except, that didn’t happen. it was either that zayne was an amazing doctor that could rid you of needle pain or, the more likely scenario, there was no needle in you.
you look back cautiously and find him looking at you with an unreadable expression. well, maybe he looked a little concerned?
“zayne?” you breathe out.
he undoes the tourniquet and places it back on the medical table.
“zayne, i’m sorry, i was really trying right then. maybe you should just find another patient, i’m not doing a good job and you need these vials.”
you really didn’t like his silence. it made you feel like an embarrassment — one who, for some reason, had offered herself as a patient for his bloodwork training.
you shift back to your regular sitting position and try to follow his averting eyes. was he upset with you? you would be if the roles were reversed.
“zayne?”
he finally brings his gaze to yours and lets out a long but soft sigh. “i’m not going to let you wimp yourself out of this,” he states. “there will be many instances where you’ll have to get your blood drawn, all of which i won’t be there for to hold your hand through. so this is for your benefit, understand?”
you furrow your brows and lower your gaze in slight shame and submission. “yeah, i understand.”
“that being said,” he continues, “this is not that big of a deal. i’m not upset with you, i’m just trying to figure out how to go about this effectively. is there something different i could be doing to help calm you?”
meeting his eyes again, you give the question some thought. “i mean… i don’t know. what’re you gonna do? shake some keys in my face to distract me?”
“if it works it works.”
“i’m already humiliated, please, zayne.”
he smirks. without looking, he picks up the tourniquet again and reties it around your arm. “your vein was prominent. it was perfect to draw from right then, i was eager to finally fill a vial, but you were too scared for me to want it then. i want you to be calmer so you can attach a good memory to this.”
“what do you mean?” you ask.
“i mean i want you to remember this as a ‘i got through it better than i expected’ rather than a ‘i couldn’t wait to get it over with’. do you understand what i’m getting at here?”
he lifts your arm slightly with one hand while the other resumes the flicking onto your inner elbow. he was much more casual and fluid with his actions now, as opposed to earlier where being cautious seemed necessary.
“i understand. i honestly really appreciate how hard you’re trying here, doctor zayne,” you nervously smile. despite directly looking at his attempts to reveal your vein again, you felt a lot less nervous than earlier.
“like i said,” he hums while opening a new alcohol swab, “this is just practice. in the medical field, a patient being nervous about bloodwork or shots is most common and least concerning thing there is.”
he swabs your skin once more and looks up to you with a gentle expression, silently asking if you were okay. you nod once.
“it’s okay,” he whispers, “just close your eyes. being nervous doesn’t mean you’re not brave.”
you give him another nod, less perceptible this time as anxiety settles back into your chest. you shut your eyes and lick your lips.
“it’ll be over quick?” you ask more so to convince yourself it will.
“mhm,” he rumbles, “you have nice veins to work with. i’ve had patients whose veins were very small, very stubborn. i’d have to prick them over and over again until i was successful.”
you wince.
“but that’s not you, is it?” zayne asks by your ear. “you’re going to get through this easy, just one prick for one minute.”
you nod.
“it’s going in, will you be okay?”
you nod again.
“good, just breathe for me. you’re doing a lot better.”
you feel a sting on your arm and tense up immediately. this time, though, it was allowed, the needle was already in, constricted veins no longer a concern.
zayne clicks the first vial in and watches it slowly fill with red. then he looks at you; at your vulnerable expression and your tense body.
“i-is it going? it’s fine?”
“yeah, it’s going. the hard part is over, all you have to do it sit for a few minutes until the vials are full. do you need to hold my hand?”
“w-wh-“ you sputter, “like a child? i’m.. i’m doing fine. i’m a grown adult, i don’t need to…”
“mm, i don’t know why you get so embarrassed about these things,” he croons, “i’m not judging you. it’ll help more than you think.”
without asking you again, he takes your fisted hand from your lap and holds it in his. the warmth of his palm did more than you thought to relieve you. you find yourself squeezing it to release your built up tension.
“see? i can already tell you feel better. don’t be so stubborn.”
you croak quietly as a response.
the sting in your arm was gone, replaced by the uncomfortable sensation of the needle nestled underneath your skin.
it felt so odd, to have something underneath your skin and for you to feel it so acutely. it didn’t make sense to you how some children, the most dramatic of the bunch, were more tolerant to this than you.
time seemed to drag on. the only thing that kept track of the seconds was zayne’s breath that quietly fanned on your forehead. two seconds in, three seconds out, that’s how you counted.
the acute awareness of the needle was now rivaling the acute awareness of zayne. his hand in yours was an anchor, and soon enough, you felt yourself relax in a way you never have when getting your blood drawn.
zayne chuckles. “you’ve come a long way today, haven’t you?”
“you think?” you reply in soft but slightly strained voice.
“i can see it right here. you’ve become much calmer. you’re surprising me. i was expecting to be at this for a little while longer.”
a small shaky smile tugs on your lips. “ah, i’m just… full of surprises a-aren’t i?”
air huffs out of his nose in amusement; air you enjoyed feeling. with your eyes closed, zayne was occupying all your other senses. you could hear nothing but his steady breathing; the only thing your nose could pick up on other than the sterile room was the hot breath you periodically shared with him. your mouth had been dry since you stepped into the room, and the only sensation worth paying attention to was zayne's hand in yours.
this doctor was involving himself with your body in every way.
"almost done," he mumbles, "just this last vial. your vein is very generous with me, i appreciate it."
"uh, you're... welcome?"
maybe it was a little strange how much pride you took in that compliment. if you could call it that.
when you feel zayne's hand leave yours it was both a relief and a disappointment. he was reaching for the vial, he was going to disconnect you from the needle - you knew that, but you didn't get to see this comforting side of him often. so maybe there was a small part of you that, shockingly, wanted to continue this whole ordeal for a little while longer.
zayne takes out the full vial and then clicks the syringe out of you. with pressure, he holds a small thick square gauze down to the injury then tapes it down with medical tape.
"you're all done; you can open your eyes now. unless you want to keep them closed until you leave the office completely," he quips.
your eyes slowly open up and adjust to the fluorescent lighting in the room. "making fun of me isn't very professional of you, doctor zayne," you retort but with no heat to your voice. "thank god that's over with, i almost passed out there."
zayne picks up one of your vials and swishes it around with passive interest. "mm, but you didn't, gold star." realizing something, he looks behind him at the medical cabinets. "actually, hold on."
you watch him put your vial down and make his way over to the cabinets. he opens one up, looks around for a moment, then reaches to the back for something. he pulls out a rather small basket and then walks over to you, a genuine but cheeky smile growing on his lips.
"stickers? are you serious?"
the assortment of colourful and immature stickers were like an insult to you. an insult that zayne was reveling in and mentally patting himself on the back for.
"we give them out to all our good patients. what? you don't think you did a good job today?"
you simply stare at him in slight disbelief. he chuckles at you.
he skims through the basket before pulling one out and setting the others aside. he peels the sticker and then presses it directly below your collarbones where it stood out like a sore thumb. it was a sun where in the circle of it said: I was a brave girl today!
you look down at it and lick your lips in resignation. you were the butt of his jokes today, but you deserved it. it only took you what felt like several hours to calm down.
"your bedside manners need improving, doctor zayne," you murmur dryly.
"really? do they?" he hums. "didn't i just help you through getting your blood drawn? i bet you weren't expecting to survive that. but i'm a good doctor, so you did."
you raise a brow and hold back a small laugh so as to not fuel his amusement.
"say i'm a good doctor," zayne challenges, his smirk only growing.
"huh?"
"say i'm a good doctor," he repeats.
"w-why? you know you are, why do i have to say it?"
"because," he pokes the sticker on your chest, "i like hearing it. especially from my good patients. say it."
you look down at his finger that prods the sun on you. then, when it falls, you look up at him, his eyes cheeky but expectant.
"you're a very good doctor, zayne."
something crosses his expression, if only slightly. then he tilts his head, keeping his eyes on yours, and chuckles.
"i know."
idk if you do requests but if you do can do them all the boys where mc just kinda goes
"are you busy?" "no?" "do you need both of your arms?" "no?" "can I have one?"
and then proceeds to just chew on their arm. please? thank you (even if u dont thank u for reading)
let me be a cannibal
✎ᝰ a/n: oh, what’s this? navydoves has posted for the first time in many moons? yes, that is right! i just finished my freshman year of college. crazy to think i started to post here midway through my senior year of HS lol.
this request has been in my drafts for a WHILE so there will DEFINITELY be writing style changes. please ignore. i hope i’m slowly becoming better.
✎ᝰ sum: you bite. simple. (not proofread).
Xavier
parallel play was big between you two. your head was laid against xavier's shoulder, tilted slightly to face the game you were playing on your handheld. his head rested atop yours, facing a book he was lightly reading.
your proximity was close, maybe a little too close? you couldn't help but continue to glance over at him and his passive form. your eyes traced down to his bare arm, moles and freckles that you loved sprinkled there.
"how's the reading?" you ask in a murmur. your attention wasn't really on the game in your lap.
"it's interesting, to say the least, but it's become a bit boring now," he replies with a slight shrug. it was a book he had already read, you didn't understand why couldn't just choose a new one. "may i have a turn?" xavier asks while pointing to the console that was now idly playing game music.
you nod yes, but it was more-less an instinctive reaction rather than a true response. "sure, but you’ll have to give me something in return. how about i steal one of your arms for a moment? good cause, i swear." a slight smile quirks at your lips, one of mirth and interest.
he raises a brow and lifts his arm up for you, silently questioning what his you was thinking. "what're you gonna d- ah!"
you takes a bite of your forearm, sinking your teeth lightly in his skin just enough to cause a jolt in you and not enough to break skin. as you chew gently, he looks down at you with those innocent baby blue eyes, now holding a faux ache behind them.
it didn't hurt, but what were you doing?!
you bare a bright grin as you pull back from his forearm. xavier was stunned for a second, both by your beautiful smile and the sudden impulsive decision you made to eat him.
in some relent, he breathes out a laugh and traces the marks on his arm.
"i am just as inedible as the food i try to cook you, star. unless you're feeling a very specific type of hunger?" he facetiously raises a brow.
caused by his audacious manner, you retract yourself and become wordless, a sudden heat flushing your neck. he laughs again. at least he wasn't upset.
"relax, i know i'm the best snack for you."
Zayne
spending more than a few nights at zayne's was sometimes a bit of a gamble. the rather capable and forward-thinking man could sometimes get so wrapped up in his work that taking care of himself (and, sometimes, by proxy, you!) became difficult.
that's what you thought at least when you opened his fridge only to be greeted with icy air and protein shakes.
you sigh and close the doors back up with an air of incredulity around you. how and where did this man eat? it surely wasn't in his house. decisively, you walk the hall that led to his office to confront him about his barren kitchen while consequently hoping he'd just order takeout.
"zayne?" you call to his rather softly. you didn't want to disturb him too much.
his fingers were still typing through automation as he turned his head to you. he gives you a small hum of acknowledgement.
"yes? you look pensive, what's the matter, love?"
"the matter is that you have a three course meal of hopes and dreams in the kitchen. how am i supposed to eat here? i'm withering away already."
you fully invite yourself into his office and beeline for his desk chair to only hover around him obtrusively. zayne sighs and turns his chair around to meet your face.
"i apologize, i haven't gone grocery shopping in a long while. what do you want to eat? i can order you some food for tonight then we can go shopping tomorrow." he smiles, trying to be amicable. "what do you say?"
the hunger pangs in your stomach were no joke. what kind of future husband would he be if he didn't think to even feed you?!
you smile back, but it wasn't as kind as his. "alright," you hum, "can i just... see your arm real quick?"
unknowingly, trustingly, and curious, zayne lifts his arm to your discretion, but then quickly regrets it. your teeth sink into zayne's arm so quickly that he doesn't have time to react and pull back.
"ah...!" he lets out a small noise of surprise rather than pain. "what is this? retribution? am i suddenly phasing into a giant sushi roll for you to eat?” he tries to shake you off but to no avail.
you giggle while still latched onto him then pull away with, now, a more genuine smile. you lick the bit area and then kiss it.
"that sounds like a great suggestion, baby. it's sushi night tonight."
Rafayel
rafayel is still slightly soaked from his refreshing shower. he never knew a shower could be as luxurious as this given that he only took baths, but he wasn't complaining.
he towel dried his hair and meandered his way into the studio room where he knew you still were. you had been trying to sharpen your painting skills whenever you came over your boyfriend's place, considering he only had every colour in existence at his disposal. but unfortunately for you, you were unartistic and an easy quitter.
"hey," rafayel chirps sweetly as he wraps his arms around your neck from behind, "any luck so far? you still seem frustrated." your groan answers his question before your words do.
"nothing," you mutter with an edge of annoyance to your voice. your nose tickles the skin of his damp forearm. before you could continue what would be your barrage of frustrations about how none of the colours were mixing right, you catch a whiff of his clean skin. "mm, you smell good. is this a new bodywash? it's so nice."
rafayel gives a small, haughty chuckle which tells you your assumption was right. "yes! amazing that you noticed, i wasn't sure if i should've been switching my signature scent to something..."
somewhere in the distance you could hear rafayel on his long-winded rant about soap something... something... wow he smelt really good, didn't he? what was he saying again?
you stare down at his forearm, eyes focusing on the shiny wet skin that smelt like sea flowers and sand. your silence that had pandered on for several seconds alerts his curiosity. he tilts his head down to look at you.
"you alright?" he asks in a curious voice.
"you have to forgive me for this," you abruptly murmur before biting down on his forearm with a strong force. rafayel yelps immediately.
"hey! hey! get off me!" he cries out, struggling against the pressure of your teeth. "what is this, some sort of attack?! when did you become a piranha?! let go!"
tasting the soap and smelling the soap were two different experiences, sure, but up this close your senses were filled with the addictive fragrance. after getting a good hit in, you pull off and grin brightly at rafayel, who was now looking at you horrified.
"this is your new signature scent."
SYLUS
sylus's home was your home. it felt good to say that. you, owner of several multi-million estates at your young age? it was nice playing house, you wouldn't lie. the only downside was, if you ever came to visit impromptu, there was a very good chance sylus nor his twins wouldn't be there.
his missions were endless, it seemed. not that it bothered you too much, but there were days where your text or calls wouldn't go through and you'd spend your time waiting for his return.
today was one of those days.
at this point in the day, sylus's arrival was nothing but a passive thought. you were too busy making yourself at home, anyway. even when the familiar sounds of the doors opening, the security system beeping, and the heavy steps that belong in the halls came back, you didn't move.
"darling?" sylus rumbles almost affectionately as he sees your sprawled form on his couch. you simply glance at him.
"hey."
sylus raises a brow. he knew your antics and he knew when you were actually upset about something. this wasn't something like that, which put him on edge. "hey?" he repeats, "is that all the greeting i get? have i offended your peace and quiet with my presence?"
a small smile tugs on your lips but drops, which only makes sylus more curious. "no, no offense taken here," you reply. you finally fully turn your head to him and motion him over. he obeys and stands at the couch arm, gently stroking the crown of your head.
"are you sure there isn't something on your mind?" he asks, now little more concerned.
you give it some faux thought. "yeah actually one thing, any fights today? any injuries taken?"
sylus shakes his head, believing this was you worrying about his safety. you should know better. "no, none at all."
"wrong!" you blurt out loudly. you quickly whip your head around and bite sylus's hovering arm which earns you a flinch and small gasp from him. he doesn't do anything to defend himself or stop you, just looks at you crazy for a second before laughing softly.
"oh? a planned attack on me?" sylus purrs.
you pull back fully with righteous indignation now blanketing your earlier apathy. "no! a punishment for leaving me!" you whine before going back in for another bite. sylus has much less of a reaction now. noticing his amusement and how he literally doesn't give a FUCK, you pull back again, frowning.
sylus laughs again, pushing his forearm closer to your mouth. "what? what's wrong, love? continue, i haven't been punished properly yet."
CALEB
by default, your caleb robot (joke) came equipped with babying features. where any chance he got, at any given time, caleb was prone to babying you.
now pair this function with that time of the month. yeah, you were getting the princess treatment for sure.
"caleb! this isn't right flavor of ice-cream! i told you i wanted chunky monkey!" you whine. no, you didn't tell him that, actually, you just asked for chocolate ice cream which he bought for you, but you liked making problems on purpose.
caleb walks into your room with an exasperated but amused smile on his face. "that's definitely not what you said, pipsqueak, but i can go buy you that chunky monkey if you really want it."
now you were even more frustrated. stop being so accommodating caleb! "no, it's all ruined now, i don't even care," you groan. "just tell me where my heating pad is, i asked you fourty minutes ago to bring it, and here i am, still cold!"
caleb chuckles softly to himself and walks over to your bedside. he places his large, warm palm on your navel and hums. "oh wow, you're burning hot pipsqueak, you sure you need a heating pad? or you just like bossing me around?"
but his tease triggers a whiny slap to the wrist from you. "you know i need it, you're just neglecting me in my time of need. you really don't care about me."
but your accusation doesn't faze him. "ah, really, i don't care about you?" he repeats while lightly tracing your abdomen. "i only bought you your pads, cooked you every meal, rushed to get every craving you had, warmed up your heating pad, which, by the way, you didn't get because you ordered me to go get you some... 'chunky monkey' ice cream. i've only waited on you hand and foot, pips, what else would you need?"
words weren't doing you any sort of justice right now, you had to be annoying in a different way otherwise he would smite you down with that charm and love. you forget you grew up with him; he had the same sharp tongue you did.
without a word you extend your arm to grab his and pull him down, feigning an innocent look that would melt him.
"oh, you just need cuddles? that's it? i can do th- ah!" caleb's words were completely cut off by your sudden act of defiance. your teeth, in his arm, unmoving! his first instinct is to shake you off gently, but his second instinct is to just let you do as you please, which he always ends up at the latter.
your teeth sink in at a decent depth into his skin, but you weren't looking to make him bleed as well. you could do that for the both of you. you wanted to pull back but caleb had a cheeky grin on his face that told you he would only tease you more if you relented. but still, you got tired.
"ew, you taste gross," you mutter as peel off. you felt slightly shy at the entertainment caleb was getting from this.
"yeah, i taste nothing like that 'chunky monkey', i assume," he laughs, "say if you want me as dessert, you'll have to wait until your cycle is over... unless you want to- ah!"
same reaction, harsher bite.
there’s always something new with your bunny boyfriend. his habits are so strange!
✎ᝰ a/n: i guess this is a series now lmao. if i were to do zayne or caleb, what animals would they even be. cat and dog? we’ll have to figure this out >_>
dragon sylus version
mermaid rafayel version
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❥ he nibbles on you! it’s gotten to be a little bit of a problem, but xavier can’t help himself. he’ll nibble on your skin and hair until there are tiny little red marks painted on you. at first you thought these were little hickeys, but the real explanation is much more innocent.
bunnies nibble to groom you! he’ll especially groom you when you’re bed rotting or are too lazy to get up. he wants to make sure you’re clean and if you’re not taking care of yourself — he will! but he also nibbles to get your attention. xavier is known to be pouty and clingy, so if he’s low on your love today he’ll forcefully sit on your lap and nibble on your face until you give in.
❥ he hides in your hair. whenever xavier feels overwhelmed or stressed, he’ll go straight to you and dig his head in your hair. it’s a combination of your scent and your shielding hair strands that gives him a sense of safety. he likes the way your hair feels against his skin along with the way it keeps him warm.
but still — wet, dry, tangled, brushed; he really doesn’t care what your hair is looking like, as long as he can bury his nose in your scalp and close his eyes. this also makes for a good cuddling session!
❥ he eats everything. xavier has the appetite of three elephants and then another three elephants. whether he can cook or not is irrelevant, even if he burns something to the point of it being inedible, he’ll still eat it. snacks you’ve saved for later or baked good you’ve left out gets gobbled immediately by him, and it was only ‘til you scolded him that he stopped. stopped taking you food that is, he’ll still beg.
if he smells a meal in the house he’ll quickly sit next to you and smile silently, hoping that you’ll spare him a piece. he’s learned to be less greedy, go easy on him — but he’ll become extremely elated if you give him a quick nibble. he wouldn’t even ask for a full piece of chicken or bread, just a little slither is enough to keep him happy. he thinks of eating together as bonding.
❥ he mimics you. sometimes consciously, mostly unconsciously, xavier will pick up and mimic your habits. if you have a habit of playing with your hair, xavier will also start playing with his hair to mirror you. if you touch your necklace in thought, xavier will also touch his imaginary necklace while he thinks. it wasn’t until he picked up on your manner of sneezing that you realized you left an impression on him.
you didn’t say anything at first: finding it rather endearing how xavier unknowingly imitates you. but once you brought it up in passing xavier tilted his head in confusion. did he really mimic you that much? he was a little oblivious to that fact, apparently. but even with that realization, xavier doesn’t try and stop himself learning from you. in fact, he tries to tease you by imitating you even more. he loves being like you because he simply just loves you.
❥ he teases you with his ears. xavier knows how much you love his ears, so he’ll use them to his advantage to play. when you’re asleep and he wants you awake, he’ll climb the bed, lean into your face, and move one of his ears over your cheek to stir you awake. in a similar fashion, he’ll use his ears to wrap around your head or wrist as another way to embrace you. the fluffy feel of his ears was always welcome on your skin, it felt like a hug from a pillow.
but by far his favourite way to use his ears on you was when he lightly traced your midsection and thighs with the very tips of his fluff. it tickles you slightly, but the purpose of this tease was to get you riled up and beg for a little more contact. he obliges, of course, but slowly. he loves taking his time with you. by the end of it all, his ears around wrapped around your thighs as he satiates his hunger in a different way this time.
❥ he claps when he’s happy. this can be mistaken as a normal human habit, but xavier does it much more often and eagerly than any regular person. his hands will patter together rapidly to create a very quiet but joyful sound. he has no “normal” way of clapping, he only does it in one specific way to show how content he is. if he thinks the sound is too distracting for the moment, he’ll hide his hands behind his back and pitter-patter them there.
even over small things like finding his favourite ramen in-stock at the store, he’ll clap very quietly to himself before putting it in the cart, and later on, when he gets to show you what he got from the store, he’ll start clapping again from how happy he is to share his excitement. as reserved as he is on the outside, xavier is very chipper on the inside.
