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20 ☃︎⋆꙳•❅*ִ oooo my blog too chewy 𑣲⋆｡˚

[uuujeewriting]

right on time, we were just having dessert! take one?

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

i don't actually go by uuujee,

call me chewy/chu!

lads focused, zayne pilled જ⁀➴ ♡

i'm inactive most of the time (college), so i don't post regularly;; look at my two year inactivity gap lol

my works are often self inserts but not all the time!

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she/they

no reqs, sponty posts filo🇵🇭

expect zayne and maybe some zayne

some works contain sensitive topics (mostly) or nsfw (rare but not impossible), mdni

[calebs-slavicgirl]

i found something on twt. a chinese player shared it. either way, take it with a grain of salt !!

"im a low-level artist on the project team. the entire character design and pv (promotional video) for the new male lead were completed six months ago. we held meetings three times to warn upper management that dropping a character out of nowhere with zero pre-hype would definitely infuriate veteran players. we suggested extending the promotion period and balancing the content production for the old characters, but everything was rejected by management. the higher-ups only care about traffic and financing. they can't wait for players to argue their way onto the trending searches to boost popularity.

they deliberately suppressed the storyline resources of the five original male leads to pile everything onto the new character, completely disregarding the feelings of long-time paying players. everyone at the grassroots level clearly knew that this plan would ruin the game's reputation, but nobody listened to front-line opinions. the current mess of net-wide boycotts is entirely a self-inflicted result of management's shortsightedness and greed."

[falloutrebellion]

SAVE VALKO

Due to the recent news of infold canceling Valko, I have created a petition to release Valko to Western Countries only. Please sign this because this is literally our only chance at saving him now. I beg you you to BE VOCAL so you can be seen. Our love for Valko matters!!!

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[sunicala]

cw jealousy, blowjobs, throat/face fucking 🍋‍🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-) a warm-up for my upcoming @zaynezone workweek!

"D-darling—nnggh," Zayne whimpers as you take him deeper in your mouth, stretching your lips to accomodate his length.

You're knelt in front of him in his office, the doorknob frozen over with ice. He sits, flushed and chest heaving, while you hum around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to give a harsh and illegally slow suck.

All Zayne wants to do is fuck your little throat until it holds him in place like a vice and see your expression choke up as you try to fit him entirely—he wants to watch you crumble, to grip your hair in his fingers and make you take it like the good girl you are.

But he doesn't. He doesn't.

Instead, he remembers your sultry words before you sunk down to your knees, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his leaky cockhead.

"No touching me," you had purred, lips vibrating against his slit. He had sucked in a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as he listened to what you had to say. "Or touching yourself, for that matter. Let me show you what your patients are capable of."

And so it had started: the teasing smear of his pre on your cheek, fat tip slapping along your bottom lip once, twice, before you took him into your mouth. Now, here you were, slippery fingers jerking what can't fit down your throat, the column constricting around him just right and making his legs shake violently until—

Pop!

You pull off, a glistening rope of saliva connecting your plump lips to vein on the underside of his dick. Zayne lets out a strangled, almost desperate groan.

"Sweetheart," he manages, voice raw with need. "Please. Enough. Let me touch you."

"Hmm…" You pretend to think, eyes flitting to the ceiling while you absentmindedly begin to give him shallow, breathless strokes that leave him heaving. "But, Dr. Zayne, I'm just your patient. Shouldn't we maintain a more… professional relationship?"

Gasping out a huff, Zayne shakes his head. "Says the one with my cock in their mouth," he chuckles darkly, having his fill of your silly games.

Your boyfriend grips the nape of your neck with a familiar force, guiding your lips to his weeping cock. You gag on his length but quickly comply, relaxing your jaw to let his tip prod at the back of your throat, and Zayne could cum right then and there with how fucking warm you feel wrapped around him.

"So perfect." He admires your watery eyes, wiping away a runaway tear with a calloused thumb. "Now sit back and relax, like a good patient does."

His thrusts are slow but strong, making you gulp down his cock like it would be your last meal. There's so much spit that oozes out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and landing to form a tiny puddle on the floor.

He pulls back so just the head rests against your bottom lip. Tap, tap, tap. With each smack of his swollen, mushroom tip, more precum leaks out, and you lap it up with hungry eyes—something that he takes heavy pride in.

You give a kitten suckle to his cockhead and he suddenly groans. "I guess I will, as long as my doctor can take good care of me in return."

Zayne's so close—you can tell in the way his balls are tightening up, thigh muscles flexing with restraint, and you give him a ditzy, cockdrunk smile. "You are going to take care of me, right, Dr. Zayne?"

"Y-yes, yeees," he lets out a long, drawn out moan, forcing your head back down on him with barely contained control. "Fuck, take aaallll of me, darling, just like that—haaaahh!"

His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's shooting creamy loads of cum down your waiting throat, bucking up weakly into your mouth when you just don't stop sucking. It's like you're trying to milk him for all he's worth, not letting a drop go to waste even as you pull off of him with a satisfied lick to your lips.

He looks down at you with heavy, lidded eyes, thumb stroking your jaw so tenderly you nuzzle into his palm. You're still basking in the warmth of his sticky release down your throat that you aren't ready for his sudden manhandling of you—heaving you up, up, up in his arms and pushing his papers aside to make room for you on his desk.

"Now," Zayne whispers huskily, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss to taste himself on your tongue. "I believe it is time for your doctor to finally attend to your needs. Wouldn't you agree?"

[zaynezone]

just busted all over the screen holy shit

[miyukiko]

[zayora]

𝟅ϱ sum. zayne and his waterproof glasses! cw : mdni, oral ( f! receiving), squirting, office séx, repost.

zayne always takes his glasses off before sex— or any mundane activity while at home, for that matter. ranging from stepping into the shower to sloppily crashing his lips onto yours. but oh how you wish he’d keep them on one day, just for one round of sex, at least.

“ why would i need to keep them on? i can see you perfectly like this.” from his voice, you can tell that he’s judging; anyone can. you can also tell he’s close to giving in, which you know he will do. although some of your plans and pleas take him a much longer time to do so. but from the way he nervously flutters his sight away from you to any object in the room while tugging on his collar, sooner or later he will be eating you out with glasses on.

“ well…” you move, slyly sitting on his lap, pulling your best puppy eyed dog look. you tilt your head, finger walking your way up his chest while you pretend not to gloat at how he’s rapidly losing composure. “ i think they suit you very well, and who wouldn’t want to see that sight in between their thighs?”

that’s how you find yourself in your current position, spread out and plastered on your husband’s sturdy desk, as his face is obscured by your thighs. his glasses sit perched on his nose— slightly crooked from the grip of your thighs squeezing his head together. he eventually emerges to look at you, face tinted pink, mouth wet, and his hazel-green eyes a darker shade than before. with a strong clutch, he pulls your thighs apart effortlessly. “ don’t look away from me. you wanted them to stay on so bad, so you’ll pay attention to every detail.”

“ mmm, o-okay zayne,” you whimper out, freeing your swollen bottom lip from behind your teeth as you muster up the courage to stare at him. pushing back the glasses on the bridge of his nose he presses wet kisses trailing from your knee to your sloppy cunt, your juices leaking from your slick, pulsing hole and onto the pristine wood. your nails dig into the edge of the material, thighs trembling as his tongue gradually parts past your folds to coat you in his saliva, trailing up and down. “ h-hah! oh my… fuck!”

zayne partially leans his head down to slurp at your empty slit, your eyes trained on his pink lips now covered in your sap, glistening in his dimly lit office, your ears pick up on the hollow sound he makes.

“ do you ever think of me like this whenever i wear my glasses?” he pulls back to speak against your wetted folds, thick strings of arousal keeping him connected to your pussy. you roll your eyes with a coy smile, fingers pushing the black strands of his hair back. he holds eye contact with you as his thumb sneaks its way up to barely pump into your expecting hole— but it’s not enough, not enough to throw you over the edge but enough to make you whine and chase after the veiled feeling. “ bending you over my desk while eating you out, as i do your checkups? answer me, or i won’t let you come.”

“ mmph, a-alright. yes i do, zayne. just keep eating me out!”

zayne hums, pausing for a moment to draw out your proclaimed torture. he finds it endearing how you are so whiny and breathless, shooting him your infamous annoyed look as your hips still roll up to find the feeling of your orgasm and exploit it, preferably until you are a trembling mess, barely finding your words to beg him to stop overstimulating you. “ but to see you like this, broken down and begging for me, maybe i’ll indulge in your bold ideas more often.”

a striking moan ejects from your throat; his face returns back to the fountain between your thighs, sucking at your clit greedily as he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing past all tight, gummy barriers inside your pussy to come snug against your g-spot. there, he curls his finger in the spongy area, before pulling out the digit only to repeat the mantra again.

“ o-ohh!” your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the silky strands as his glasses graze the heated skin of your inner thighs, cooling the flesh as it was pressed against there. “ d-don’t stop! ‘m gonna cum, mmfuck!”

zayne holds you open with one of strong palms, as the other one is currently occupied aiding you closer to your orgasm. “ focus. don’t forget what i told you earlier; i want all of your attention on me only, my love.” sloppily, his tongue roams everywhere, reaching your clit to swirl in tight circles against it as his fingers work in maddening tandem to throw you past the edge. progressively, there’s a tightness in your stomach that builds as your pleasure increases. it’s different from usual, and you have a feeling you’ll be painting beyond his lower face with your fluids.

“ za— zayne. gonna squirt, p-please stop!”

“ i would. but the way how you sound and are sucking my finger in, i don’t think you’d like that now.” when his fingers come to the edge of your hole, he pauses, waiting to see your reaction. when you whine furiously at your delight slipping further and further away, he bottoms out inside you, one finger now accompanied by two as a sweet gasp pours from your dry mouth. “ hm, i stand corrected. why won’t you sit back and take what i give you? i’ll accept it all anyway.”

“ so nasty, dr zayne. is this how you talk to all your patients?” your voice is hoarse from being used to repeat his name like a broken record; despite that you still find a way to joke with him, something he refuses to admit that he loves.

“ only patients that wear my special ring, and who should be falling apart on my desk as of right…” something shifts in the air; his focus is sharper than before as you feel your climax creeping up on you. his mouth returns to your sensitive bud, suckling the nerve while his two fingers roll and stimulate your sweet spot impossible intensely— and that was your end. your body jerks forward before halting to a stop; your mouth is turned into a concentrated ‘ o’ shape as salacious fluids squirt from all directions from your pussy, staining your husband and his glasses in the process. “ now. good girl, keep cumming for me.”

your body finally relaxes against the wood when you're done coating the room in your lewd moisture. the cause of the mess chuckles from under you; dragging your gaze down is where you find his face comically wet. dribbles of liquid stain his glasses before he takes them off to sit them beside you.

“ would it be wrong for me to wring that reaction from you? until you’re a broken mess barely processing any thoughts outside of me?”

you don’t register when, but he leans his full height, cramming his head down to kiss you deeply as you are cornered even more against the soaked desk.

[oracularvernacular]

Zayne better stop looking so dapper and genteel before i dick him down in his darcy derrière. Let it be KNOWN that his prostate will not be left in a so-called "pro" state. Look at him, shaking and quaking like a malnourished willow tree in in a hurricane when he's trying to confess... like it's okay my dear fellow I can leave you trembling for a different reason, lift up your tailcoat for me real quick

[princessxmin]

xavier loves when you get longer nails so you can scratch his head when he rests it in your lap, and if you stop for even a second he'll whine and peak open his eyes up at you like a disappointed cat until you keep going

sylus runs warm, and most of the time you end up not even covered by his plush duvet, but by him. His arms snug around your waist and his head on your chest the perfect blanket as you fall asleep.

zayne has this cute way of teasing you by stealing your candy on occasion. He'll kiss your cheek then your lips, lulling you into a false sense of affection then will slip the candy right out of your mouth with that slight smile on his face.

caleb puts you an air jail when you're being petty and giving him the silent treatment, and only lets you down if you agree to give him a kiss and tell him why "his pipsqueek is being so moody."

rafayel insists on applying your lipgloss/lipstick for you. He always steals your lip gloss before you can put it on yourself, insisting that his artist's eye can do it better. He'll gently tilt your chin up with two fingers, carefully applying it while studying your face with far more concentration than the task requires. Once he's finished, he'll lean back with a satisfied smile and hum, "Perfect."

♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !

[erenophilic]

"Just tell me you don't love me anymore." Zayne freezes mid removing his shoes. His head turns slowly to your figure standing in the hallway, arms crossed and practically vibrating with something that looked perilously close to actual fury.

Did he forget something? What day is it?

He sets his shoe down carefully. "I'm sorry, love. Did I do something wrong?”

He reaches for you but you step back before he could. "Don't touch me."

He's confused. He ran through the day in his mind for possible mistakes he might have made, but couldn’t find any. He remembered waking up with you this morning, you had been in a perfectly good mood.

You even laughed at something over breakfast and nearly choked on your coffee, then he had dropped you at the hunter association on his way to work. You had stolen a couple of kisses before saying goodbye.

And today wasn't a special day he could have missed. Then what did he do? “Talk to me, darling. Tell me what I did wrong."

"Tell you what you did wrong? Do you even see what time it is?" His eyes snapped to the clock on the wall— 6 minutes past his usual time, he won't consider that late so he doesn't understand why.

"You never come home on time. You left me on seen for twenty minutes. You rearranged the mugs, why did you rearrange the mugs? And you.. you… you forgot to close the window yesterday, i was -”

"Did you eat today, love?"

"That's- no, I didn't because I was waiting for my husband to come home so we could eat together but apparently my husband has forgotten he has a wife waiting at home.”

Oh now he knows what’s wrong. He is already walking to the kitchen.

"Wow, are you ignoring me, Dr Zayne Li?” You follow him. "Very mature, very-"

He comes back with a slice of cake on a plate. You looked at it. "I'm not hungry."

He holds a bite out to you. "I said I'm not hungry" you said, but your stomach growled immediately after. Embarrassed, you took the bite to distract him from the sound.

You let him feed you, arms still crossed stubbornly while trying to maintain the pissed off look.

"Feeling better?"

"Mmmhm." You finish the last bite and your expression softens. "I'm sorry. You weren't even late."

"I know."

You look down. "I didn't eat lunch either."

He sets the plate aside and pulls you into him, tucking your face against his chest. "You could have just said you were hungry."

"You could have just come home on time.”

He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'll be 6 minutes early tomorrow."

You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. "Promise?"

"Promise.”

“I love you” you tuck your face back into his chest and pull him closer.

“I love you too.”

[uuujeewriting]

zayne li as sir chief (be careful with my heart) and reader as maya HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PUTANGINA BALIMBING NANAMAN AKO SO KILIG

this hc is so #filoau of me

[zaynezone]

“Is that a Victoria Secret bag?”

It’s the last thing you expect Zayne to be carrying as he steps inside the house. Of course, he seems completely ambivalent about it.

“It’s for you.” He hands over the bag, hand brushing your waist when you kiss his cheek in greeting.

“It’s not my birthday, right?” You smile as you pull away the light pink paper, finding a gorgeous baby blue teddy inside.

“Wow! It’s…it’s beautiful Zayne.” Despite being confused, you can’t help but admit it really is gorgeous.

“I’m glad you like it.” He presses a kiss to your temple, one you lean into happily.

“Can I ask why you bought it?” You set it down to loop your arms around his neck, leaning close to him. His arms wrap around your waist, hugging you.

“I thought you would look beautiful in it. And…” He trails off as if unsure he should voice the second reason. But you know him.

“It kinda turns you on to buy my lingerie for me, doesn’t it?” His ears begin to redden, so you know you’re right on the money. You can’t help but laugh, leaning in to kiss him.

“They’re quite expensive. Let me take care of it from now on.” He mumbles against your lips, making you laugh once more.

“Now how can I say no to that?”

[sulcldoll]

Gossiping with Zayne

It was a lazy Sunday in which your days off had finally aligned. Zayne wasn’t going to be called in and Jenna had practically begged you to take a break for your own health, so now you had the day all to yourselves. You stayed curled into zaynes side on the couch as you caught up about the little things you had experienced over the past few weeks. While you would text about it and talk a little at home, it was a bit hard with how busy you both were.

Somehow the conversation shifted to TMI things you knew about your coworkers bedroom lives. Things you had heard eavesdropping, or from Tara, who was even more of a gossip than you. Zayne would tsk and tell you it’s not any of your business and to respect their privacy. Despite this, he was still intently listening and asking about details. You knew deep down, he’s just as nosy as you are.

“Fucking 3 strangers in one night is actually crazy though, don’t you think? I mean, more power to him I guess, but that’s so much sweat and…fluids of people you barely know. I couldn’t understand, honestly.”

Zayne let out a quiet huff. “I wish the general populous were more worried about getting tests done before they engage in any sort of intimacy. It’s troubling that STD’s aren’t more of a concern.” You chuckled a little before speaking, “If I remember correctly, you didn’t have me take any sort of tests before the first time we made love…” You bit your lip, nudging him teasingly.

Zayne was unfazed. “I was willing to catch whatever disease you had.”

You gawked at him. “Zayne Li, that’s terrible!”

A small smirk then graced his lips. “I also have access to your medical records and would often request the labs to test you for a multitude of things, just to ensure you were healthy.” You blinked at him. “…is that…ethical?” Zayne only shrugged. “I don’t particularly care what’s ethical when it comes to your health.”

“…”

You only let out an amused hm before continuing your chat.

[feelthemadnessinside]

I believe Zayne gets flirted with quite a bit (I mean look at him), but he has a habit of brushing it off politely but firmly.

But sometimes people just don’t take the fucking hint, like right now;

Your eyes narrow as you come back from the restroom to see someone sitting a bit too close to Zayne, clearly trying to flirt while he just ignores the innuendos, not responding to their advances.

He’s visibly uncomfortable as the woman (dressed in a especially tight blazer, you note) persists, and your final straw is when she attempts to grab his biceps in a seemingly friendly gesture, but you know it’s anything but.

The vein in your forehead pulses (what? yes you are possessive over your man🙄) as you saunter over to him, casually sliding into his lap and planting a kiss right on his lips.

And he responds, his big, warm hands on your hip cushioning you on to his thigh. Risqué in a way no one had ever seen Dr Zayne being before.

You detach your mouth from his with a coherent smack and smile- a smile Zayne knows means trouble “Hope you didn’t miss me too much, handsome.” you wink before turning to the lady, who looks shocked at both your boldness and Zayne's response to you, as if just registering her presence.

Your eyes give her a casual once-over that’s even more dismissive than outright hostility.

“Who’s this, baby? A colleague of yours?”

The woman's hand, still hovering where she'd tried to grab Zayne's bicep, retreats like it's been burned.

"Ah- no, I'm from the... we were just discussing the-"

"She's just a medical rep." He says it without looking at her, his focus entirely on you. His thumb has started tracing small circles against the curve of your waist, absent and intimate all at once.

Ouch. You almost feel bad for the woman.

Almost.

The woman's painted smile freezes. "I- well. I see you're... occupied."

She gathers her things with shaking hands and flees.

The moment she's out of earshot, Zayne exhales- a quiet, controlled sound that's the closest he ever gets to a sigh of relief. His forehead drops briefly to your shoulder.

"You're a menace," he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your shoulder.

"And you love it."

He lifts his head. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but close. His eyes, contrary to his rebuke, are mirthful- he was enjoying this.

"I do," he admits, so low only you can hear "But next time, a warning before you sit in my lap in the middle of a ballroom." He shifts and you freeze, feeling the very large problem throbbing under your ass.

"Naughty Doctor...you enjoy acts of public indecency huh?" you grin and he groans. "You just love making me suffer don't you?"

"I do." you grin "You look hot all panting and sweating."

"You'll pay for this." his voice is a pained rasp and you giggle even more, knowing full well that he is not bluffing.

[luvzayne]

not my name! 

synopsis: how he reacts when you call them by their full name in front of other people character/s: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x f!reader (separate) warning/s: none!  note/s: my favorite one has to be zayne and sylus' im ngl i had so much fun writing this

xavier: 

you should’ve known that dating the notorious quiet, handsome man in the association would be an open invitation for your coworkers to pry and get answers for the questions they always had but never dared to ask. 

how could they? whenever they talk to xavier, he replies with one-word answers, worse, sometimes he just stares as if the question was the stupidest thing he has ever heard. and honestly, that idea wasn’t far-fetched. 

having you as his partner and girlfriend only solidified the association’s curiosity about xavier. 

“i don’t think he’d care.” simone mutters as she bites another mini sandwich from the snack display. 

tara shakes her head as if trying to convince her to change her mind. “he can’t not care! right?” she turns to you as you tilt your head in confusion, not catching majority of the conversation, too caught up in a mini staring contest that you and xavier had from across the room. 

“what?” 

“how do you think xavier would react to being called by his name.” you furrow your brows at tara’s question, not exactly getting it. 

“nothing? it’s his name…” “no, not his name but his name-name.” 

in all honesty, tara lost you. but you urged her to explain that couples usually dislike it when they’re called by their given names rather than a pet name. 

and now that you’ve thought about it, you didn’t think that you’ve ever called xavier by his real name. 

with tara’s devilish grin, you almost felt bad for wanting to test it out, after all, no better time than the present, right?

“i bet twenty that he doesn’t care.” simone wagers, you almost scolded her, if not for tara’s enthusiastic counter with a fifty. 

your gaze flits towards xavier who was already approaching the three of you with two drinks in hand. 

he smiles softly as he hands you the flute of champagne. you gave him a grateful smile, the words slipping out of your lips almost in a foreign way. 

“thank you, Xinghui.”

you could see the way xavier’s smile twitches. he does not respond; instead, he wraps an arm around your waist. 

“are you having fun, star?” you nod before turning back to your friends whose expressions differed from triumph to devastation at the immediate turnout of their bet. 

“mm!” you nod, a smile on your face as you lean over to his warmth. “i was just telling simone and tara how much my Shen Xinghui treats me well.” 

xavier swoons at the my but not so much what came after. 

“ah. i see.” he tightens his grip around your waist before he gestures towards the open balcony, in the guise of fresh air. 

you bid your friends a wave goodbye, tara looking like she was trying her hardest not to laugh and simone already counting the bills in her wallet to slap on tara’s waiting hand.

once you and xavier were on the clear, he pulls you into his arms, his face buried on the crook of your neck. 

“did i do something wrong? i’m sorry.” xavier says softly against your skin, tickling you slightly. 

you giggle, pulling his face away to see a pout on his lips. 

“what do you mean, Xinghui?” his pout deepens. 

“i don’t like that name.” “what do you mean? it’s literally your name.” 

“yeah, to others, but not to you.” xavier says as he holds you tighter against him. 

you conclude that it was the end of your little prank, as you explained the bet that your friends made. xavier huffs as he mumbles at the crown of your head. 

“i’d rather you call me lumiere.” 

“really?!”

“no.”

zayne: 

when zayne told you that his parents were going to visit, it was safe to say that you spent the entire day ensuring that your home was welcoming. you and zayne spent time cleaning and redecorating your shared space. 

the doorbell rings, and for a moment, you thought it was his parents who arrived an hour early, but to your surprise, it was only the deliveryman for the patisserie you ordered from. 

knowing that althea and jace rarely spent time in linkon, you wanted to ensure that they could try new delicacies, so you ordered linkon’s finest macarons, and as a bonus, you bought them their favorite tea as well. 

you placed it on the kitchen countertop and forgot about it, thinking that you could easily plate them once they arrived. you failed to notice the curious doctor who approached the box after you left. 

althea and jace arrived right on time, you greeted them with a smile as althea hugs you, complimenting how beautiful you had grown from the last time she saw you, while you led them to the couch. zayne sat on the opposite sofa, engaging in small talk, blushing slightly as his father coos about how chubbier his cheeks are and how healthier he looks. 

“i’ll prepare some tea.” you excuse yourself as you walk to the kitchen to steep the tea. 

once it was finished, you put the teacups on the tray as you walked back to the living room, where they were. 

“oh! zayne, could you pour out the tea? i’ll go get the dessert,” you say to your husband, who freezes for a split second. 

“no need, darling,” zayne says as he makes a move to stand up. “i can get it; you should sit down. you’ve done enough,” he says, coaxing you to sit down. you shake your head, stopping him from standing up. 

“it’s okay, zaynie, i’m already standing up, just sit down and catch up, i’ll be right back.” you say, giving his cheek a swift peck, hearing his mother coo at how domestic the two of you were. 

you went back in the kitchen, humming slightly under your breath before it stops as you opened the box ofdesserts. 

there were only six macarons left. you ordered eight.

your jaw drops at the only answer as to why two were suddenly missing. without saying anything more, you plated the remaining macarons before carrying it back. 

you can see zayne’s back as you walk, slightly tense as he tries to keep up with a conversation with his father. 

“Li Shen.” zayne jolts as you say his name, you can’t see his exact expression, but judging by the way althea was biting her lip in amusement and jace was already grinning, you know that he knows that he’s in trouble. 

“yes, dearest?” zayne answers, his hand on the teacup as he takes a small sip, trying to act unbothered. 

“why are there only six macarons?” you walked slowly, placing the plate in the middle of the coffee table and facing him, crossing your arms.

zayne blinks slowly, you can see the small gulp he took. 

“perhaps the patisserie made a mistake. we can contact them after,” he says in a calm tone. 

you raise a brow. 

“you have crumbs at the corner of your mouth, Li Shen.” his eyes widened before he put the teacup down, wiping at his mouth, trying to get rid of the evidence, but the four of you know it was too late. 

althea laughs at the display, patting her husband affectionately on the arms. 

“this reminds me of when we caught our little zaynie sneaking for the cookie jar when he was young, right jace?” jace nods, a stifled laugh leaving his lips. 

zayne looks down in embarrassment. you clicked your tongue softly before sitting beside him. 

“i told you the desserts were for your parents!” you whined softly as you took one of the macarons, slicing it and eating it, stabbing another bite for zayne. 

he unashamedly takes it. 

“i apologize, my love.” he was not sorry at all. 

althea and jace only look at the two of you, amused. yet, happy that their zaynie truly found love. 

you reached down absentmindedly towards zayne’s teacup, only for you to flinch. 

his teacup was frozen solid. 

you looked at him who avoided your gaze, before clearing his throat. 

“i’d argue that the frozen teacup is your fault.” zayne says, immediately regretting it as you glared at him. 

“what was that?”

“i said that you are sweeter than any macaron i have ever tried.” 

sounds about right. 

rafayel: 

rafayel has been working on a painting for the last three hours. well, that’s how long it seemed to you because you’ve only been in his mansion for three hours. you knew he was painting for longer, given that it looked like it physically hurt him to adjust his posture. 

“raf, take a break,” you say gently as you place a hand on his back. 

he looks at you with a smile on his face. “in a bit, cutie! i promise. i’m about to invent a new color.” you rolled your eyes at his quip, yet let him do it, you wouldn’t have been able to pry him off anyway. 

the sound of a doorbell ringing takes your attention off your boyfriend, who seems to have the idea of ignoring the sound. 

“don’t worry, cutie. it’s probably thomas.” rafayel waves it off. you sighed and walked towards the door. 

“you know, he wouldn’t be as overbearing if you stopped ignoring him,” you retort. 

“no, cutie. he’d lock me up in his basement to keep painting if he could.” 

you paid his response no mind as you opened his door, awaiting to see thomas’ brunette hair and stressed-out expression. only to be pleasantly surprised when you see the shade of rafayel’s hair greet you. 

“talia! what a surprise.” you say, greeting her as your eyes flit downwards, seeing the luggage at her feet. “oh! let me carry those in, please come inside. i didn’t know you were visiting.” you hurriedly grasp her luggage, then usher her in.   

talia thanks you with a smile on her face, giving you a gentle laugh as you fussed over her. 

at this point, you were flustered. you did not know that rafayel’s aunt was visiting; had you known, you would’ve made a greater effort in getting rafayel to clean his own home. it was in no means ready to cater to a guest. 

“ah, really?” talia asked, genuinely surprised. “i thought rafayel might’ve told you. but then again, rafayel easily forgets things.” 

you smiled, nodding, still giving her your best host-like smile, while inside your head, you were already scolding your boyfriend in your mind. 

“--just like how he forgot to pick me up from the airport.” “what?” 

you couldn’t help but cut talia off as your eyes widened. you looked over to the painter who was still stuck in his own world, as if his only remaining family member wasn’t standing in his house. 

“Qi Yu.” 

rafayel freezes in his action, the paintbrush dropping from his hand for a split second before he sharply turns towards you, who looks back at him, unamused. 

your arms were crossed, a glare on your face as you stared him down. 

“...yes, my cutie?”

you give him an unimpressed look before raising a brow. rafayel seems to have noticed the additional presence in the room as his eyes widened. from under his breath, you could hear him mutter a curse. 

he immediately straightens, ignoring the kinks in his back that screamed at him from the sudden movement, before he walks to where the two of you were, his arm rising to wrap against your waist, only for you to dodge it in an obvious way. 

“cutie–” 

“you didn’t tell me that talia was visiting!” you say, exasperated. “and how could you invite her here when this place is such a mess! she came all the way from varona and this is what you greet her with?”

rafayel rubs a hand behind his neck, sheepish. “i forgot.” 

“really, Qi Yu. you forgot.”

rafayel flinches as you use his full name; that action spurs talia to let out a laugh at the banter. 

“i have seen rafayel be summoned by his father using that name, and he does not even bat an eye, yet…” talia smirks as she interlocks her arm with yours. 

“i see my nephew has a weakness.” 

rafayel would’ve found a way to refute, really, he would, but his face was burning and his lips were formed into a pout as he saw you visibly soften at talia’s assurance. 

“no need to worry about me, dear. i’ll make myself at home in the guest room.” talia pats your arm once before she wheels in her luggage towards the relatively tidy guest room. 

when talia was gone, you looked at rafayel with a blank expression on your face. 

“cutie…”

“so, let me get this straight.” you interrupt him. “you ignore me for three hours even though you invited me to your house. you forget to pick up your aunt from the airport and you forget to tell me so i can prepare to accommodate her, and now all you can say is cutie? really, Qi Yu?”

rafayel wraps his arms around you, pulling your front flush to his chest as he whines. “cutiee—” he buries his face onto your hair. “i’m sorry. please never call me that again.”

your lips twitch, secretly having fun with his reactions. 

“Qi Y—” “cutiee. stooop.” rafayel whines as he nuzzles his face onto your neck. he sighs as he pulls away, a pout still on his face. “i promise i’d take better notice of my schedules.” 

“and?” 

“and?!” rafayel echoes back, offended that you didn’t take the bait before he collects himself. “and i’ll treat you and talia to an expensive dinner tonight.”

“good.” 

rafayel pouts. 

“you can be so mean sometimes, cutie.” 

“really, Qi—” “stop!” 

sylus: 

sometimes, you curse yourself for being competent. at first, you thought that showing guts in the hunter’s association would bring you more respect and dignity. 

in reality, it just thrusts you on more missions that make you question if the salary was justifiable. 

you were so tired, you just got back from a week-long mission. 

you just wanted to rest in sylus’ arms and whine about how the association was wringing you dry and look at him in appallment once he suggests quitting your job. you know, the usual. 

as you ride your motorbike to the N109 zone, you can already imagine the conversation. you smiled softly to yourself as you approached the heavy doors that seemed to readily open to you. 

you walk towards the main hall, brows furrowing as you hear luke and kieran throwing out profanities and the sounds of controllers clicking. 

you push open the door to see luke, kieran and, surprisingly sylus, on the couch with their vr gear on. you see the tv playing a racing game that you vaguely remember playing. judging by the twins’ response, you assumed that sylus was in the lead. 

as much as you would’ve loved to join in and have a little game night, you were tired and wanted nothing more but to be held by your lover.

seeing sylus be so unguarded and oblivious to your arrival, you couldn’t help but time your entrance, once you see sylus seconds away from the finish line, you cleared your throat as you loudly called out. 

“Qin Che.” 

luke and kieran freeze as if they were the ones being called as they ripped out the vr gear from their faces, looking like deer in headlights. sylus also takes his off, albeit slower, as he takes in your figure. a look of surprise and longing in his expression.

you had your arms crossed, a blank expression on your face as you stepped closer. 

almost immediately, you see the twins skedaddle past you, dropping their gear and leaving sylus sitting on the couch. 

“ooooooo, dad’s in trouble!” you hear luke tease, and a sharp smack! right after, as kieran urges him to move faster, the door slams shut. 

an offended caw resounds in the room, you turn around to see mephisto banging itself on the door, wanting to get out as well. you bit back laughter as you see the door open for just a sliver before a gloved hand– you’re assuming luke, reaches out to pull mephisto by the wing, an indignified squawk leaving the metal crow’s beak.

the room was silent, save for the video game’s background music, to which sylus shuts down. 

you walked over to him, who sat there waiting for your next move. 

without another word, you sat on his lap, your face pressing against his chest, hearing the way his heart was beating significantly faster. 

“welcome home.” sylus says as he wraps his arms around you, breathing in your scent. 

“your heart’s beating really fast.” you point out, voice muffled by his chest. you pull away slightly to look up at sylus who immediately presses a kiss on your forehead. 

“well. it seemed like a certain kitten hissed at me unprovoked,” sylus said as he affectionately ran his fingers through your hair. 

“all because i called you by your name?” 

sylus chuckles as he presses another kiss to the crown of your head. 

“sweetie, you underestimate the power you have over me.”

caleb: 

you really shouldn’t have agreed to be caleb’s date at their high school reunion. hell, he shouldn’t have even bothered going. 

the day could’ve been spent with the two of you cuddling in comfortable clothes on your sofa, but no. caleb thought it would be a good idea to show you around the DAA. 

which wasn’t what was happening as his former classmates whisked him away. you stood off to the side, a frown on your face, arms crossed over your chest. 

caleb promised you that he’d be back in five minutes. it’s been thirteen minutes, and there was no sign of him ending the conversation. good thing that gideon was right beside you, keeping you company, as he only arrived a few minutes ago.

“your boyfriend sure is popular, huh?” gideon teases as he nudges you with his elbow. 

“too popular if you ask me,” you mumble under your breath, eye twitching as yet another former classmate approaches him. 

gideon snorts under his breath. “he’s always been popular, not even your scrunchie on his wrist managed to ward off the girls at the time.” you huff at that, eyes zoning in on the girl by the corner of your approaching caleb. 

it was irrational, you’re well aware of that, but enough was enough. 

‘caleb is mine.’ the jealous part of your mind screamed. 

“Xia YiZhou!” 

for a split second, you can feel the tension in the room drop, and everyone in the room freezes. caleb immediately turns to where you were standing, smiling sheepishly.

“coming, honey!” caleb walks briskly to where you were, but you gave him the cold shoulder. 

he tries to pry your arms away from your chest as he attempts to coddle you. 

“you said five minutes, Xia YiZhou.” you say, turning away from him. from the side, you can hear gideon stifle a laugh as caleb’s face drops at your words. 

“pips, you know—” “five minutes. you said.” you glare at the way caleb’s lips twitched, you knew the bastard was fighting a smirk. 

“is my pipsqueak feeling bored–” he reaches up to playfully pinch your cheek, but you dodged his hand before walking away. 

“damn dude, good luck.” you hear gideon say as you exit the venue. 

caleb follows you, letting you walk three steps ahead. you walk by the school’s open garden, feeling the breeze pass your face.

“go away, Xia YiZhou! i don’t wanna see you.” you hear caleb chuckle from behind you, and all of a sudden, he’s right beside you, flinging an arm around your shoulders.

“what’s got my baby apple upset, hm?” you huffed, reaching for your opposite shoulder to pull his hand, only to feel his palm sweating. 

and caleb’s palm only ever does that when he’s nervous. 

you fight the grin that threatens to escape your face. however, caleb already caught sight of it. 

“ah, i see. someone just wanted my attention.” you rolled your eyes, dropping the facade. 

“there were too many girls trying to talk to you.” you huffed. “it’s like they don’t know you have a girlfriend!” you squint your eyes, accusatory. 

“unless you told them you didn’t have one.”

“hey now, pipsqueak.” caleb flicks your forehead softly. “even if they didn’t know, i’d let them know. no need to be jealous,” you huff, turning around. 

caleb couldn’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“i’m all yours, pipsqueak.”

“Xia YiZhou, you dummy!”

caleb only smiles against the back of your head, finding your little tantrum cute.  

“yeah, yeah. your dummy. i know.”

mentally, he was already planning all the ways he could get you to call out to him affectionately once more.

note/s: omg two uploads in one day that's craaaaaaazy lmao i hope you enjoyed this one <3

[mrsqins]

you introduce a gold star system to sylus. needless to say, things get chaotic very quickly!

sylus didn't notice anything different until there was a solid collection of gold stars on his fridge.

he thought it was amusing. was this some kind of reward system? you hadn't said anything on the matter, and as long as the stars kept growing, he would let you do as you wished.

he started keeping track of it. anytime he complimented you, or gave you a new gun, or took over a chore, there it was. a new gold star to his ever growing stack.

he was proud. even though it went unspoken between you both, he was clearly doing something good.

but then, disaster struck.

suddenly, one star was gone. then two, then three, until a good chunk was missing.

and all sylus could do was panic.

had he done something wrong? were you upset with him? did he do something you didn't like without knowing?

he had to investigate.

he was extra careful with you the following days, quiet where he would usually tease, gentle where he would usually let his strength get the best of him.

and oh, were you laughing about it when you were out of his sight.

when no new gold stars were added to his list, he was getting desperate. buying everything he laid his eyes on that reminded him of you, presenting you with bouquet after bouquet when you came home from work, cleaning the base from floor to ceiling..

and still, there was no new stars.

he caved, finally. pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face into your neck, as if that would grant him your mercy.

"i'm sorry," he breathed, rubbing his cheek against you, "i'll make it up to you. do you want a new gun? a car? do you want to go on a date? i'll do anything, just-"

"just what, sy?" keeping your composure had never been harder than when he looked at you, red eyes wide.

".. just give me my gold stars back."

and he sounded so sad, so scared that he had lost your favor, that you couldn't help but burst out laughing, kissing his cheek.

"alright, i'll give them back." when he still didn't look happy, you squeezed his cheeks gently, "i'll even give you ten more, since you've been such a good boy."

the twins couldn't help noticing how bright their boss was that day.

(and frankly, sylus, the twins and mephisto were more well behaved when you started offering prizes along with your gold stars.)

a/n : for this request !!

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[uuujeewriting]

FFFUUCCK pissed me off so bad my writing block's gone. zayne x reader, college au, reader is highk rabid and honestly same.

"this bitch."

zayne doesn't even bother hiding the growing smile on his face, eyes squinting in amusement. his arm on the desk supports his head, turned to you while you rant. he doesn't understand how you could look so cute while angrily munching on a sandwich.

well, he always thought you resembled a nibbling hamster when you ate. checks off.

"you shouldn't cuss out professors, love." with the mirth lacing his tone, he seems way too unbothered to actually scold you.

"zayne, she literally wasted everyone's time. to think i got out of bed, ran to catch a cab, booked it to her class—all so she could send an email during our timeslot that she wasn't in town?!" you tried to control your pitch, you really did. but even your friends had the same thoughts as you and even they couldn't stop themselves from letting out unfiltered strings of profanities.

the clinical medicine student all but laughed. valid. you hated waking up early in the morning, opting to sleep in and doing your work late into the night. he notices the bags under your eyes with his own before his line of sight zeroes in on your pretty lips. soft, expressive. they might let out the most heinous combinations of words that would usually merit a raised eyebrow from a regular person, but this was zayne.

he thinks that even if you cuss him out for a whole hour, he'd smile all throughout it. and give you a kiss after.

zayne wipes your cheek with his thumb, cleaning the smudge of food you didn't notice while you ate your frustration out. "this is the same person who you said didn't deserve their credentials last week, yes?" he asked before popping his thumb into his mouth briefly, cleaning his finger.

"yeah. can you believe this woman has a phd? fuck, i pay for this damn class and you'd expect she'd atleast know how to time announcements when—"

there you go again.

smiling, zayne gingerly rubs your nape. activating his evol just a twinge to cool you off, he nods as you let every little thought out of your system. you breathe a little better everytime he smoothes his hands over the tension around your head area, he noticed.

he'll take you out for ice cream after your last lecture.

[applepi1101]

‘bedo’ is a very cute nickname for albedo and i love when writers use it,

but i (humbly) ask that you please also consider ‘albie’ because i just think that it’s a little quirky but still cute !! (and it doesn’t sound like beidou, though, that isn’t often a problem)

[uuujeewriting]

i've been thinking about the nickname 'albie' too !!!!! its so cute😭💕