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Can you write the guys reaction to having a baby girl as their first child? (I'm a sucker for papa's little princesses)

Thank you and your works are the best and comforting!

Papa's Little Princess- The Love And DeepSpace Men

synopsis: when your first child is a girl! genre: fluff fluff a/n: omg this was such a cute idea i wish they were real (╥﹏╥) and thank you so much! i hope my works can continuing being comforting for you and anybody else <3 i hope this was okay and that you enjoy this! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

His little star

A gentle father. He's the type to never yell at his daughter but he'll provide positive disciplining strategies with you.

He wants to be in every part of his daughter's life in any way he can. He wouldn't really know how to do his daughter's hair but he was willing to try ! He would watch you tie her hair, braid, and put many accessories in her hair and he would be confused on how you did all that. He tried looking up how to do her hair and his first time wasn't the best.....but after some practice with you, he would be a pro just like you!

Do NOT let these two bake together especially with the easy bake ovens. Nearly set the kitchen on fire attempting to make cookies for you. He couldn't say no to her when she wanted to cook or try baking with him. You don't know how but it ended up burnt or with the weirdest toppings ever and a broken easy bake oven.

Nap time is serious business with these two. They are not to be disturbed. She's either asleep on his chest or in his lap. Whenever you take walks and she gets too tired, he'll carry her around on his back. She'll rest her head on the crook of his neck while he holds onto her tightly.

She would have all the plushies, toys, and snacks she wants! He'll do his all to get her the plushies in the claw machine to make his little angel jump up and down in joy. She could never have enough

Loves to join her in her imaginative play whether she wants to be a princess or an astronaut. It makes playtime full of joy and adventure

Zayne:

You two would have the most polite, well mannered, and kindest daughter ever.

Loves to participate in playing house with her. He'll sit on the floor or the tiny chairs from the tea party set you gotten for her. He'll play the role with no complaints and tell her that the tea is delicious even though there is absolutely no tea in the plastic cup.

He's a doctor but he can't help but sneak a few sweet treats for her. If she wants some before lunch or dinner then she can have at least one before she eats her meal and then she'll have plenty more after. These two would have cavities later on.

He would make her all the mini snowmen and other things she wants from his evol. He finds her reaction to be adorable each time, it never gets old.

If your daughter mentions a boy, he would tell her she can have a boyfriend around 30. She would be happy and so was he. Mainly because she has no concept of time and age yet.

Your daughter loves to hear him read. Even though she was still very very young and didn't grasp everything just yet, he would read her stories and explain them with care and patience, aiming to entertain and nurture her curiosity. She loves to sit on his lap and sometimes she'll fall asleep on him.

He would let her pick any flower she wants to grow in your garden at the backyard. You would all start a small garden together and he would teach her how to care for them.

Rafayel:

Takes playing house a little too seriously. Whatever role his daughter gives him, he's giving it his all.

Oh he was so excited when your daughter first held a crayon. He colors with her a lot and eventually will introduce her to paint. He would tell her that she's doing so well even if they were just blobs. She's going to be an artist just like her papa. He'll even add some of her artwork on his so he can point it out to her if he were to have another exhibition tour.

First time at the beach with his daughter was such an emotional day for him. Hearing and seeing her squeal when her little feet touched the water warmed his heart. He held her so tightly and tenderly, reassuring her that she won't float away because her papa's got her. He teaches her a lot about how some fishes are friendly and one day he'll meet some of his fish friends.

He'll eventually tell her all about Lemuria whenever it was time for bed and he thought it's so cute whenever she wanted to hear more about it.

Would absolutely love to play dress up with her. Sometimes he'll pick some of her clothes out and he would think she is beautiful just like her mama. They'll make a little runway and model the outfits.

He would keep all the little milestones she has made and any memories. He'll keep all the photos, drawings, and any mementos to look back at the treasured memories.

Sylus:

The second person who will ever see his soft side is his daughter. You being the first.

He is protective over his daughter and with you. If anyone were to look at either one of you wrong? Sleep with one eye open.

He does not have fragile masculinity! He will let her apply as much toy makeup as she wants on his face. He'll play dress up with her as much as she wants no matter how obscure the outfits are! He has no complaints, anything to make his little angel smile and happy.

She loves hearing him sing lullabies. It puts her to sleep immediately but sometimes she'll sing or hum along with him.

If you tell your daughter no to something then she'll ask Sylus. He can't say no to his sweet baby girl. Just don't tell mom. He doesn't know what true fear is until he meets a mothers anger.

Loves to spoil her just like how he loves to spoil you. Not to the point where she's a brat though, you two would teach her to be better than that. "Just because" gifts to make her feel special without any special occasions

Anytime he would be away for business, he'll always bring you two something back. Something that you both either love or reminds him of you two or maybe both.

BONUS (All): They would all be patient fathers overall. They would never yell if your daughter showed any emotions especially if their daughters were to cry. They’re offering their own patience, love, and comfort in their own way. They would be there for your daughter emotionally as they were with you.

Skincare with the LADS Men

inspired by THIS recent text with Xavier where he said we left our pack of face masks in his fridge 🥺

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ He maintains good skincare and overall hygiene. He's the type who's like “if i’m going out to commit some illegal deeds or kill an enemy, might as well look good doing it. His healing ability helps maintain a better skin as well.

🐦‍⬛ When you find out, you're kind of surprised that he's so well-maintained. And he takes offense that you'd have such low opinion of him just because of his profession. He scoffs. “Your assumptions wound me, kitten. Even the leader of Onichynus cares a little for his appearances.”

🐦‍⬛ Luke and Keiran later on giggle and reveal to you how their boss makes an extra effort to look better whenever you are coming to see him.

ZAYNE

❄️ There's a difference between hygiene and skincare. So just because he's a doctor, doesn't necessarily mean he's good at taking care of himself. Yeah he might take a bath and always put on clean suits but he doesn't really bother much with skincare itself.

❄️ It's not that he cannot do it but he simply doesn't have the time for it due to his packed schedule at the hospital. Almost twice or thrice when you surprise-visit him during his late night shifts, you've found him shaving his stubble at his office’s washroom lol. There are some faint cuts on his jaw and you fuss over them much to his delight.

❄️ His skin and body suffer mostly due to his eating habits. More often than not you've caught him sneaking way more macarons than good for his teeth. Not to mention, he doesn't eat proper meals due to his work.

❄️ “It’s not what it looks like. I'm a doctor. Obviously I know how to manage my health.” He laughs sheepishly because it's not often that he's on the receiving end of scolding, especially from you. You end up having to pay regular visits and watch over him for a while, bringing in full meals as is needed for him.

RAFAYEL

🌊 Thanks to him working at odd hours, eating at odd times, passing out on the couch every now and then that it's expected he'd be careless but he does in fact take proper care of his skin. And it's better than yours. (well ofc his Lemurian genes are partly to thank but he's a fish out of water so he does need to take care).

🌊 He knows his skin is amazing and he'll make a show of it in front of you. Not to make you jealous but because he wants you to praise him for it, call him pretty and handsome. “Come onnn!!” He drawls out. “Admit that I’m way prettier than those idols you're a fan of.”

🌊 Definitely enjoys doing skincare routines with you. Will indulge in manicures and pedicures if you ask, chatting with you all the while. Even recommends certain products that would benefit your skin. And offers to do your facial and massage.

XAVIER

⭐ Canonically isn't concerned with skincare. Even MC is shocked at the fact that his skin is doing so good despite any proper care. Probably the type who uses those “5 in 1” products 😭. Or grabs just any product without much care for the actual ingredients involved. How his skin and hair are doing alright? You have no idea..

⭐ You offer to do his skincare and he agrees because that just means he gets to spend more time with you. Enjoys the sensation of your hands on his face. Melts into a puddle if you wash his hair. You also try fixing some of his eating habits because alternating between cup noodles and meat ain't it. And though it takes a while, you figure out his skin type and help him get his own products.

⭐ You both develop a habit of putting on sheet masks while watching late night movies or playing video games. Sometimes you two just end up lazying around and talking about mundane stuff.

⭐ But even if you set up a whole routine for him, if he stays over at your place, then he's definitely using your shampoo. And if you ask him why, then he smiles innocently and answers, “Oh..it’s not that I am particularly biased to the product. It’s just that I like it when I smell like you.”

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When You Randomly Turn Into A Cat- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader synopsis: a day where you randomly turn into a cat and how they love and deep space men would take care and spend the day with you ! genre: silly and cute a/n: hihi lovelies! sorry this took so long to write i had to channel in all the cat videos i loved and seen and put it into each scenario for each men ! (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i also had to make sure some cat facts were true or not just in case and also because i don't own a cat but i rlly want one (•ᴗ•,, ) i hope you all enjoy ! ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡ If any new readers are here you can read where the men turn into cats here; When They Turn Into Cats any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier /ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 :

Xavier wasn't particularly shocked that you would turn into a cat but truly surprised him was the timing of it. You both speculated that his transformation one time might be linked to his recent handling of a Protocore and it would eventually spread to you. He just didn't anticipate that this would happen in the middle of a mission. Fortunately, he managed to defeat the remaining Wanderers, scooping you up along with your clothes, and bring you both safely back home.

There were no answers on the internet on what to do when your partner turns into a cat. He doesn't understand how you did so well when you took care of him when he randomly turned into one. He only wishes that he can do the same for you as you did with him.

The first step Xavier does is search for any leftover cat food but finds nothing so he takes you along to the grocery store. He'll gently place you in the baby seat of the shopping cat, determined to find the best options for you. He scrutinizes every brand of cat food and snack, carefully considering what you might like. To ensure you would have everything you could possibly need, he ends up buying far more than necessary, his cart basically overflowing with a mountain of cat supplies.

When you both return home, there is no doubt that Xavier showers you with affection. He lavishes you with cuddles and kisses in between your ears. He finds your feline form to be cute and can't help but pet you, his fingers gently brushing through your soft fur. You enjoy in the soothing touch, arching your back in contentment as he continues his gentle caress. The two of you settle into a cozy spot for nap, as he drifts off to sleep to the comforting rhythm of your adorable purrs and you fall asleep to his gentle caress. You've always been a source of comfort for him and you still are even in this tiny cat form.

Xavier can't help but feel a little jealous when he finds you curled up on the plushies that he won you in the claw machine, instead of you nestled comfortably on his lap or cradled in his arms. It stings a little to see you so content with the plushie and wishes that it was him to provide you with that comfort. Same thing when you knead your plushies with your paws, he can't help but feel envy, wishing that direct attention was towards him instead.

To keep you entertained as a cat, Xavier downloads a few interactive cat games on his phone. He places the phone down, allowing you to paw at the moving images and you pretend as if you were catching them. Another way he can play with you is using playful revenge on your plushies. He watches with amusement as you pounce and swat at the plush toys, your antics providing both of you with entertainment.

Whenever Xavier grabs a snack, he makes sure you feel included in the moment. He helps you to select a treat you want to try by holding it out and shares it with you, making sure you have your own little snack to enjoy alongside with him.

When it was night time and time for bed, even though both of you took several naps the entire day, he prepares for bed. He settles beside you, gently reaching out to stroke your fur with a soothing touch. Carefully, he pulls the blanket up, tucking it around the both of you to create a comfy cocoon. As he holds you clos, he presses tender kisses to the top of your head. "Goodnight honey. No matter what form you're in, you'll always be my partner for life." He whispers, eagerly waiting for the morning to come so you'll be back in your human form.

Zayne /ᐠ - ˕ -マ :

It was Zayne’s day off and he was in the kitchen, preparing a delicious and nutritious meal for the two of you. Meanwhile, you were in the living room, browsing through DVDs or anything you can find on the TV to watch for your movie marathon. You both chatted back and forth while he worked in the kitchen as you continued to browse in the living room until minutes ticked by and he noticed you were quiet. Out of curiosity, he peeks through the kitchen and sees the living room empty. He calls out for you but he is met with no response. A wave of concern washes over him as he quickly turns off the stove and makes his way to the living room to find a bewildered cat.

He sighs deeply, knowing this all too well. He had experienced this bizarre transformation himself not too long ago. A smile creeps up on his lips as he crouches down, extending a hand to your feline form. “I guess I have to make a different lunch for you now.” He murmurs as you brush against his hand.

He’ll find the cat food that you fed him when he once turned into a cat randomly one day and he’ll feed that to you. He knows that the mixed kibble was unappetizing but as he scooped up a portion and placed it in front of you, he gave you a reassuring soft smile. He gently pats your head, his fingers brushing through your fur to offer some reassurance as you hesitantly ate the food. As you eat, he promises that he’ll buy you some yummy foods when you’re back to normal.

Since it was his day off, he'll finish up any chores around the house. He gathered all the freshly laundered clothes out of the dryer as you trailed after him. When he sets the basket down in your shared room, you couldn't resist the inviting warmth of the freshly dried clothes and hopped right into the basket. You nestled inside the fluffy pile, your body curling up into it. The warmth and softness was irresistible and not too long you find yourself drifting off into sleep. His gaze would soften when he finally notices you inside of the basket, smiling fondly at the sight. He scoops you up, cradling you carefully before placing you gently on your shared bed.

Once he finished folding the clothes, he returned to you. Your eyes slowly flutters open and to help ease you into waking up, he carefully extends your limbs, stretching your front paws upwards.

Zayne would make sure to play with you so you're not bored the entire day. Sometimes when he has do some other chores, he'll leave the TV on so you can go watch. Or he'll gather a selection of plushies you both had won from the claw machine and toss them around as you pounce and batted at the plushies. If you weren't feeling the plushies anymore, he'll reach for the laser pointer he uses for panel discussions and watches in amusement as you chase it around.

Although it was his day off, he still chooses to do a couple hospital reports. While he's busy typing away on the computer, he lets you curl into his lap as he finishes up his work. Despite his best efforts to stay concentrated, you made it a habit of hopping in front of his computer, inserting yourself in front of him to grab his attention. It seems your stubbornness remains even if you were a cat because this goes on for a couple of minutes. "Behave." He would gently scoop you back into his lap or nudge you aside and you would end up back in front of his computer, blocking his hands from typing on his keyboard. It was impossible to ignore you, melting at the small feline form in front of him. Folding, his hands instinctively find their way to scratch the back of your ears. He would take this as a sign to finally take a break and enjoy his day off with you, even if you were a cat.

As nightfall arrived, you trailed after him into the bathroom where he began his nightly routines. You were perched on the counter, watching him do your skin care routine that you both normally do. He made sure you felt included, using a small brush and gently groomed your fur.

He scoops you up after he finishes his routine and carried you to the bedroom. He places a gentle kiss between your ears, right on the top of your head. He placed you gently onto the bed, arranging the covers and settles beside you. "Even though you're adorable as a cat," he murmurs softly, "I miss you. Come back soon, my love." He whispers, eagerly waiting for morning to come when you return back to your human form.

Rafayel ฅᨐฅ :

A wave of emotions washed over him. Fear. Panic. Uneasiness. His lover has turned into something he had feared the most. A wanderer? No. Worse. A cat. What gods has he upset for this too happen? Why must he go through so much feline presence in his life? For him to be one and now you?

Rafayel would snap out of his daze as you began to nuzzle against his legs. Slowly, he'd start to come to terms with the idea of having you as a cat for a day might not be as daunting as he initially feared. Nuzzling against his legs gave him a reassuring contact of your soft fur and helped him realize that you wouldn't do anything to harm him. You were still his caring and beloved partner and he will continue to love you even if you were a cat. It wouldn't be so bad or so he thought.

In this cat form it seems you have the zoomies. He expected you to be a laid back cat but instead, you had turned his entire day into a constant adventure. Not only are you darting around the house with enthusiasm but you're also sneaking into every nook and cranny. You've slipped in behind shelves, climbing into fragile small statues around his studio, and even perching on the edges of delicates vases.

Rafayel would constantly be on the move, trying to keep up with your mischief. One time you had darted into the kitchen cabinets, where all his expensive glassware was located. You refused to come down despite his pleas and he wonders if you were just being stubborn or if you were just having too much fun teasing him. When he manages to catch you, he wraps you into a blanket, like a burrito to keep you still. He smirks as you meow in protest and he returns to his painting, chatting with you softly as he works.

When you're finally out of your zoomies, he'll let you go from the blanket but he'll only regret that later. You approach him, holding out a fish plushie and he thought you were hungry but truly you just wanted to play. "Hey fish aren't food!" He huffs, a pout forming on his lips as he gently removes the plushie from your mouth and crosses his arms in mock disapproval. "I want my cutie back....this cat is slowly turning her into a monster....."

He'll take this as a sign to go find you some food. Food that isn't fish related. He'll make sure to find something that's good and the best rated cat food for you.

Whenever there a fly or bug that made its way into his studio, Rafayel would make you help to catching it. In your human form, you'd be squeamish about dealing with insects and would leave the tasks to him. But now since you're a cat, you're fascinated by the challenge of catching it. He would gently lift you into the air, holding you up so high so you could get a better shot at the tiny intruders. He'll give you a mix of encouragement and amusements as you grab the bugs with your paws.

You are Rafayel's muse and he's determined to keep you in that role. He'll position you on a stool where you stand tall, ready to be the subject of his art. You meow in protest, growing fatigued but he urges you to stay still just for a little longer. The finished sketches of you s a cat turned out to be truly adorable once you see them later. You don't know how he's so uneasy around cats.

As nightfall came around, he settles beside you in bed. Typically you would be curled up together, foreheads against each other but tonight is different with your smaller, feline form. He stays close, tenderly brushing your fur as if it were your hair. His eyes were growing heavy with sleep and he whisper softly, "No matter if you're a cat, a goose, or anything else, my heart's deepest wish is to be with you in every form in every life time. Sleep well my beloved. I shall see you again in the morning."

Sylus ≽^-˕-^≼ :

Sylus would be informed by Mephisto that you turned into a cat. He was initially be taken aback but quickly settled into a knowing smile, knowing this experience of a similar transformation himself. He would immediately find you and when he does, he tries his best not to snicker from how amusing this was but it came out anyway. It seems you have taken the nickname Kitten, a little to seriously. You would protest in meows and his snicker would turn into a louder laugh and your cat ears turn into airplane mode.

He reaches for his phone and scoops you up to settle you into his lap. He adjusts the screen so it was perfectly angled for you to also see as his other free hand gently stroked your fur. He scrolled through various stores, adding items to his cart with things you might enjoy or need in this temporary form. He'll know you were interested in it when you paw at the screen, lowly chuckling in amusement as you do so. Not wanting to leave your side, he orders Luke and Kieran to pick up what he ordered.

You didn’t think it would be even possible for this man to be more affectionate with you even if you were a cat. He would pepper your head and nose with lots of kisses and he would find it even more amusing when you would place your paw on his mouth to stop. He doesn’t listen and continues to do so anyway, finding this cat form of you to be adorable. He also loves to brush his fingertips against your paw/ toe beans. He’s careful to not apply too much pressure on them so he doesn’t hurt you.

Mephisto may not be your biggest fan ever in your human form, but he's definitely not warming up to you as a cat either. In this cat form of yours, you have an enhanced agility that helps you jump and try to catch him on his perch. Your attempts to chase him around the house seem to get intense that Sylus had to step in and separate you two so you both can behave.

In this cat form, it seems as your cat senses heightened, driving you to explore the house in new ways you haven’t before. You find yourself climbing onto high shelves and underestimating just how high up you were up. Sylus noticing your predicament, he would sigh and grab a basket to help you climb down. However, your fear of falling to your demise, you meow in protest as you tremble at the idea.

You tried to place a paw into the basket, in hopes to provide a safe descent but looking down and how light the basket was, made you freeze in place. You backed away and retreated further into the shelf. “It’s okay. I got you,” He would reassure you, his voice calm and soothing. Despite his efforts of holding the basket out for you to jump into, you continued to meow in protest, clearing preferring the direct approach of being lifted down by his hands instead. He finally caught on when you ignored his third attempt with the basket and instead reached out with his hands as you crawled towards his forearms. Once you are finally safe in his arms, he strokes your fur with tender care. He lets out a soft sigh, “You really don’t want to make it easy for me don’t you kitten?” He murmurs, "meow."

When it was dinner time, you'd perch on the kitchen counter beside Sylus, watching with curious eyes as he hummed contentedly while preparing his meal before preparing your cat meal. He carefully selects the best rated cat food, ensuring it was packed with essential nutrients and vitamins. After serving you with the cat food, he would spoil you with a few tasty cat treats, hoping they would be a little more enjoyable for you than the cat food. His attention to your needs will always be attentive even if you were a cat.

After you both settled into bed, Sylus lies on his back, inviting you to curl up on his chest. As your eyes fluttered close, a content purr rumbles through your body and he can feel the gentle vibrations against him. He strokes your fur tenderly, his own eyes heavy with sleep. He murmurs as he wishes you a goodnight, "Goodnight princess. I hope to see you in my dreams and see you back in my arm again when I wake up."

[tw: self harm]

hey i was wondering if you could write lads men with a reader who sometimes self harms?

sorry if this is too sensitive and i will completely respect you not wanting to write it, but would really appreciate it if you do. i have been feeling like that for a while and these characters bring me so much comfort that i wondered how they would react/treat me, as a self indulging coping mechanism haha

again thankyou for considering and it's alright if you don't end up doing this one considering the heavy subject matter🤍

ofc cw for heavy subject matter and i hope you can get the support you need - these topics are a little difficult to write sometimes so i hope you forgive any missteps i might make - they also are gonna be a little similar bci def think theyd react similairly

Of course he's concerned for you. He knows you didn't mean for him to walk in on you but the way you're hurting - both physically and mentally hurts him more than he could ever imagine. However, he refuses to make it about himself. None of this is about him - it's all about how you're struggling and clearly need his support.

Thankfully, he manages to keep calm throughout your entire exchange. He doesn't want his distress to make things even worse for you so he makes sure he keeps his tone of voice even, providing a caring presence for you to rely on. You don't know what to tell him and he'll tell you you don't need to tell him anything that you don't want to. He's more than willing to wait for you to be ready but he implores that you do not continue hiding your hurt from him.

Zayne reverts to bedside manner. It's because he panics a little, not sure what else to do in the face of this. He knows that at the very least, bedside manner would avoid him saying something jarring or hurting your feelings but once you're all cleaned up he immediately crumples. It's not physical as much as it's emotional, holding you tightly as he asks you not to hide from him anymore. He doesn't ask you to tell him what's wrong - just that you rely on him.

Xavier asks you what's wrong, bandaging you up quickly and trying to get you to focus on him. If you can't tell him he'll just sit quietly with you, holding you tightly as he tells you he'll wait. His eyes won't leave them, making sure that the dressing stays on because if he doesn't focus on something he thinks he'll accidentally makes things worse. He isn't the best with his words but he's comforting at least, distracting you with a quiet evening.

Rafayel doesn't say much which scares you even more. He quickly cleans you up and wraps up the wound effectively, looking at you gently as he quietly asks if you're alright. When you nod he takes you into bed with him, holding you close as he tells you that he doesn't expect you to tell him now, but eventually he'd like to know what ails you. You get the sense that he understands though, resting his chin on your head as he fills all your senses with him.

Sylus doesn't say much right away either, dressing your wounds and asking you to talk to him. You don't really know what to tell him right from the start, just mumbling incoherently as he just nods. He doesn't really mind the time that it's taking you to talk to him, glad that you're at least open to do so. He'll spend the evening with you, wanting you to take your time to come down from the emotional turmoil.

MC trying to break up with LADS men so they can be with someone who wants children. (The boys ain't going for that shit)

Wooooo boy, this took me like 3 going on 4 hours to write, but it all just flowed so natural for me. This is for my peeps who don't want kids! If you do, great amazing, I love that for you. I'll be the best auntie, but for those of us who aren't choosing the path of motherhood, I see you fren.

Sorry if I didn't catch all the mistakes, I'll do a proper edit when I wake up in the morning. Happy reading!

Rafayel

"You've been avoiding me for awhile now, why?" I could see the rage burning behind those beautiful eyes of his. I told myself I'd never do anything to make him worry again and yet..

It's better if I just rid myself of the pressure now. For the first time in days, I stand tall in front of him, my wavering gaze on the inferno building in his.

"Let's break up. " There, I said it. I said it.

Nothing could've prepared me for that oddly familiar look of hurt and betrayal. I didn't miss the way his body tensed ever slightly. His hands struggling to keep their grip on his hips.

"That's not funny." He reaches for me and I retreat. I can only divert my eyes from his.

"It wasn't supposed to be Raf, I'm serious. " I swallow thickly. The burning sensation building in my throat served as an indication that I needed to get out of here quickly. I don't want to break down here, not like this.

I turned to leave, my steps were weighed down by my words. I probably made it two steps before feeling that familiar warmth on my back. His calming scent aching to soothe me.

"I finally got you back after all this time. I can't let you leave like this. I won't, not again." The feel of his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. A luxury I could no longer afford.

Ha, his breathing is as erratic as mine.

"Tell me what I can do better. How can I fix this? Please, don't make me spend another lifetime without you. Please.." The breaking of his voice stirred something feral in me.

I look up from his chest to once more, I have to fight this.

"I-," my voice betrays me. Streams of tears roll down his now rosy cheeks as he falls to his knees before me.

"I know I said that I could live without you, but that was just some bullshit I tried to tell myself to cope. Stay."

Damn it.

I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but seeing him like this. So angry, hurt, and...broken. I bring my hands to his wet cheeks, gently wiping his tears away.

"You should be with someone who can give you everything. I'm sure you'd be an amazing father, but that's not something I think I can give you. "

With the release of those words in the air, I expected to feel better, but the crushing reality of what I was doing punched me in the gut.

"What are you talking about?" He grips my hands, locking them to his face.

With an exhale, I close my eyes recalling Rafayel commenting on how cute a young girl in the neighborhood was. He spoke of how cute a little me or him would be. At the time I smiled, but that was not a reality I wanted.

There's nothing medically preventing me from doing so, it's just not the life I want for myself. He is all I need, but am I all he needs...I'd hate to deny him that little pleasure.

We probably should've spoken about this a lot sooner, but being busy with Wanderers and business in the N109 Zone keeps me busy.

"The other day, what you said about us having kids...I don't want that Rafayel. I love you more than you can even imagine, God being with you is truly indescribable. But that's not a reality I can give you." My eyes open once more, his tears had stopped.

He only tightens his hold on me, that fire back in his eyes.

"Even now you can't tell how madly in love I am with you. My whole day consists of wondering how you're doing and when you'll be home. I'm constantly watching my phone, anticipating your call. I've gone lifetimes waiting for you...do you really think I'd let you leave me over something like this?"

I could barely breathe, my own tears work against me, nearly choking me with that building knot and burning sensation. It's almost retaliation.

"But you said--"

" I know what I said and I meant it." He wastes no time cutting me off, moving to tower me once more. Rafayel pulls me into him, our foreheads touching. The kiss of his breath on my lips.

"We would have the most beautiful babies, I know it. However, if that's not what you want, that's okay. I'm in a relationship with you for you. I'd be more than happy to spend an eternity with you, just you." Had he not been so close to me, I wouldn't have heard it.

Without allowing me a single word in, he claims my lips with his own. A kiss of love and passion, the salt of our tears not mattering.

He walks us back into the nearby wall, his lips never leaving mine. Our tongues dance as his arm wraps itself securely around my waist. Surely his way of saying I'm his.

My lungs burned with attention desperately needing air. I turn my head, breaking the kiss. Our pants are the only thing to be heard in his studio. I take in his flushed face happy that his broken state could no longer be found.

"Don't you forget, cutie, you have to take care of me." He smiles at me so tenderly, the warmth of his hand on my cheek as he places another kiss on my wet lips.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I'm hesitant to meet his gaze.

The comfort of his fingers was placed delicately on my chin, moving me to face him. His hand secured mine, bringing it to his chest over the fluttering of his heart.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

Sylus

"You wanna run that by me again, kitten? I fear I didn't hear you right." It's been too long since I've been on the receiving end of that particular glare. Flashes of our initial interaction flash through my mind.

Tonight was date night.

I told myself I'd have one more night with him before calling it all off. That was the plan, but now that he's sitting here eyeing me with a look that I can't entirely place...

"I said maybe it'd be better if we see other people. I don't think I'm someone who can give you want you want." There it was that condescending sneer.

"That's what I thought you said." He just sat there quietly. This was starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

He said nothing to me, only calling for the check. Maybe I should've done this at home.

The ride back to his house was beyond silent, I refused to make a sound. He seemed in deep contemplation, so I let him have it.

Once home, his eyes seemed to silently beckon me to our bedroom, the inquiries from the twins falling on deaf ears. They seemed quick to pick up on the vibe, excusing themselves as we continued the familiar path to our suite.

Sylus simply closed the door behind me before walking over to his vintage record player. His fingers seemed to dance about the selves for hours when he finally selected a record.

My heart warms as the familiar tune echoes about the room. The song of our first dance.

My vision grows blurry as he approaches me, tears threatening to fall. His hand reaches out, stopping a hair away from me.

"Dance with me, love." This is so much harder than I thought it'd be.

I look into those ruby eyes, the threatening look from earlier long gone. His love is all I can see now, it's overflowing.

"Okay." His hands gently take mine, his left hand sitting on my lower back. I don't stop him from pulling my head into his chest. The thundering of his heart keeps me centered in this moment.

We carry on like this for a moment when he speaks up again. "I've never been one to deny you what you want. Your happiness is the only thing that matters to me, so if you need to free yourself from me, okay." His voice has never been this soft.

I raise my eyes to him, seeing the subtle hurt buried in those crimson eyes.

"It's better this way." I force myself to say.

He sends out a soft chuckle though humor void of it.

"For who?" I let him sway us gently to the music uncertain if I want to bare it all.

"You." He keeps silent as he looks down at me.

"And why do you think that?" His thumb runs along my bottom lip. Just as he did the night, those thoughts took place.

We hadn't made love in awhile. I kept it that way. At the time, I'm sure he was just trying to appease Luke and Kieran, but his words festered in my mind.

It had been game night, nothing out of the ordinary. Sylus and I versus the twins in a quiz game they picked up. The comment was made in passing, but it was enough to place doubt.

"How can you two bully us like this? Are you going to treat your kids like this too?" Sylus had laughed at Luke's interrogation.

"Our children would get whatever they want, even a win in a measly quiz game. Just like their mother in kitty cards." I didn't let it show, but the thought of being a mother didn't sit right with me.

At first it didn't bother me as I'm sure it was harmless banter, but as the weeks progressed more and more jokes and conversations were brought up about what our kids would be like and who would they resemble. I started to pull myself away from Sylus. It had been nearly two months since we made love and I could tell he wanted to ask about it.

Over the last few weeks, his touches lingered longer, his kisses became needy, and his hugs were turning into full-blown cuddle sessions. I pretended not to see the hurt every time I cut our kisses short or when broke free of his touch.

Sylus was a proud man and I abused that.

Now that he's looking at me with all the love in the world, I can't believe I've let this go on this long.

"I can't become a mother for you, Sylus. At first I was okay with the jokes, but at some point it seemed you really loved the idea of having a child and that's not something I want to give you...or anyone."

As the confession poured out of me, the dam behind my eyes caved in once more. Still Sylus held my gaze.

He watched me silently, leaning down placing soft kisses on my cheek.

"Oh my love, is that all this is?" The baritone of his voice offered me a comfort I know I didn't deserve. "I've spent these last few weeks going insane. I'm a proud man yes, but I'd do anything for you. I thought you'd found someone to replace me, a poor one no doubt."

I wanted desperately to laugh at that, but the overwhelming anxiety I was feeling overrides the feeling.

"You've been avoiding me, my touch, my love...I didn't know what else to think. But this, I can work with this." He kisses me fiercely, and I allow it.

Months of uncertain feelings and desperation released into our kiss. His scent floods my nose as he cradles me into his chest. His arm scales my back, perching itself on the nape of my neck.

He pulls me back slowly, his hand deeply rooted onto me. His breath warms my swollen lips, his desire for me is suffocating, but I crave it.

"I don't need children with you to be happy. I just need you by my side, just you. I'd rather us not be apart if we can help it." I detect no lie in his eyes. "Even if you didn't love me anymore, I'd still want you right here with me. You're all I think about morning, day, and night. My heart knows no peace when you aren't near; your voice is my favorite sound. When I lay awake in the early mornings, it is you my body yearns for as though every part of me is longing to be intertwined with yours. Stay with me."

I'm speechless.

While Sylus is far from shy in showing that he loves me, this is the first time he's ever given me such a passionate confession.

I crash my lips to his once more, my legs trembling as I rise to my toes desperately needing to close our gap.

I love this man. I've always loved him and with this I will never doubt it again.

He grabs the underside of my thighs greedily, pulling me up into his embrace. My hands tangle in those snowy strands, no longer displaying it's previous elegance. My legs lock around his waist as his arms return the favor to mine.

I'm lightheaded.

I tap his shoulder eagerly, and he takes the bait partly, breaking our kiss. His tongue still dances on my lips as I catch my breath.

I bring my hand to his cheek, offering a loving caress.

"I'll stay."

"Good."

Zayne

Zayne is a busy man, I knew this. So at the time, coming to his place of work seemed to be the best option to deliver the news I needed to share.

I'd spent the last few weeks tip toeing around him because I had come to the conclusion I didn't want kids. A normal conversation all couples have at some point.

However, Zayne and I were never able to. In fact, it wasn't until recently that the thought even crossed my mind.

I'd overheard him on the phone with his mother one morning as I feigned sleep. She was pestering him about when he'd settle down and have some kids. He had an outstanding genetic pool to pass on, but that's not what I wanted.

And who am I to stand in his way?

I've seen the lingering gaze he had on couples that passed us by, their babies displayed in strollers.

It'd be best if we just end it now. He'd probably be able to marry another doctor and end up with a prodigy among prodigies.

I was confident and had a concrete plan. That plan melted away like butter under his gaze.

"Give me a moment." Was all he said to me after telling him I'd like to end things. He reached for his desk phone, dialing a few numbers. "Yes, nurse, can you see if Dr. Greyson is available to take on my surgery? Something urgent has come up I need to handle."

I watched him make quick work of the call before focusing his eyes on me.

"What brought this on?" He gestures for me to sit at his desk, his gaze never wavering.

"I just think it would be better for you in the long run if we ended this now. It'll be harder if I wait any longer. " I kept my focus on the ground, too ashamed to face him.

His hand reaches for me as he places his finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to his. "Oh, so you know what's best for me. Then please, tell me how so."

The seriousness of his voice was unsettling and as cold as his evol.

"Zayne, please don't do this." He gives me a dark chuckle.

"I could ask the same of you. I think I deserve to know why my girlfriend wants to leave me. She should also know I have no intention of doing so." Stubborn as a mule.

I huff in defeat.

"You're a very important person, Zayne, like really important. You need to be with someone who can provide longevity to your line, and that person is not me. I've seen the way you look at these families as of late and becoming a mother....as much as I love you, that's not something I'm willing to do." I stand from his desk, turning from him. I really wanted to do this without crying but damn it I love this man.

"Honey, look at me." His arm makes itself home to my waist as he waits for my response.

I just...stand there.

"Please." Why does his tone sound so desperate? Don't do this to me.

Reluctantly, I turn to face him. I hastily wipe the tears from my eyes.

"If this is about what my mother said, please don't worry. Don't you think I have more control over what I do than she does? I am not eager to start a family for a multitude of reasons." He places a kiss on my head. "I will admit I have had the thought. Don't you think it's only natural to wonder what our kids would be like, who they'd take after? But I assure you it was just a thought. If you don't want any kids, that's more than fine with me. As long as you're with me I don't need anything else."

I let him pull me in for a hug, his warmth a cure for the ache I'm feeling in my chest.

"Don't ever feel like you can't talk to me about these things. We're in a relationship, we need to have open discussions around these topics. You don't get to just leave me. Not again."

I let my tears paint his lab coat.

I knew he was too good for me.

"I'm sorry." I say softly. I can't believe I let it get this far.

"You don't have to be. I should apologize for allowing doubt to plague your mind. Never forget this, I need you in my life. No matter the cost. Besides, my parents weren't exactly around to give me the best demonstration. It's for the best."

I stare up at him, his eyes now warmer than earlier. The Zayne I had come to love was back. Without a word I pull him in for a kiss.

He's receptive despite being at work.

He walks us back into his chair, placing me on his lap.

"Don't worry about me, you should check on your patients." He offers a small smile.

"How can I leave you in this state? And honestly, do you really think I'd be able to focus on anything else right now?" He brings my hands to his lips, placing a kiss on each finger.

"My beautiful girlfriend is in need of my attention. "

Xavier

I take it back. I take it back. I take it back.

Had I known the words, "let's break up" would result in the most heartbreaking pout from Xavier, I would've never said a thing.

"Did I do something to upset you? I know it's been hard to spend time together lately, but I've been trying my best to stay awake more." The words left his mouth almost faster than I could register.

"No baby, it's not that. I know you've been working so hard with that it's just-,"

"Do you not love me anymore? Is there someone else?" Fuck, what did I expect. This wasn't supposed to go this way.

I bring my hands to his pouting face, trying to offer a reassuring caress. It only makes him pout more.

"I love you so much Xavier, more than all the stars in the sky."

"Then why?" There's an emotion I can't quite place in his tone and gaze. A hint of anger, perhaps. I can see him trying his best to keep his cool. "Tell me."

"The other day, when you said you'd picked out a name for our potential kid, how serious were you about that?" It had been late as we walked home after cleaning up a few wanderers. Xavier had told me that he'd picked a name for our child. A child that I never wanted.

Everything had been perfect until that moment. Doubt found a new abode in my mind, festering on my insecurities.

"The name?" He questions me. "Oh, that, I mean kind of. Did you not like it? We can change it. I'm open to anything." I move to release my hands from his cheeks, but he's having none of it. He keeps them glued to his rosy cheeks.

"Xavier, I don't know how else to say this, but I don't want them. Kids, I mean. We should just end it now before things get too deep." I see something change in his eyes at my confession, but it doesn't seem to be disappointment.

"If you don't want kids, that's fine with me. Honestly, given my...condition, it's probably for the best. While I still think it's a wonderful name for our child, we can give it to one of the cats." He places a kiss on my palm.

"I just want to be with you, so please don't leave me. For the first time in a while, my reality is better than my dreams. I don't want that to be the only place I can find you." Oh, the way he warms my heart.

"If you're sure, I don't want you to have any regrets." I've never known a love like this and I pray that I never have to let it go. Even in death, I'll feel his love for me, I just know it.

"You're the one thing in life I've ever been certain of. I have no meaning without you." He pushes me back gently onto his bed, taking his place between my open legs. His lips cover my neck in a stream of kisses as I feel his hand grope desperately on the round of my ass. His fingers slide up ever so slightly into the open material grazing the line of my panties.

"Besides bun, I much prefer the process of making a baby than having one."

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your post about sylus essentially conditioning the reader to sit on his lap hasjsakddf that was so perfect and in character 😭 i love it sm its given me so much brain rot - how bout this:

can i request the lads boys reaction to the reader randomly asking to be carried/picked up in the middle of walking? for no other reason just to see how'd they react lol

LaDS casually carrying MC

Xavier

The most casual. He just smiles at you and asks, "Bridal or piggyback?" in the same tone as if he's asking what you want to eat.

And he's not just playing along. He means it. He wants to be the one you lean on — metaphorically and literally.

You can try and backtrack but then you'll get those eyes. The bluest puppy dog eyes that can break the strongest of wills. "Are you sure? We still have a few blocks to go to the café, I don’t want you to get tired..."

You feel like you're holding out on him by not letting him carry you. The mind tricks this man is capable of to get what he wants are ridiculous.

You fold embarrassingly fast and Xavier is happy as can be with you on his back, your arms and legs around him like a full-body embrace. He can see the tactical advantage to carrying you like this during missions, too.

Rafayel

"You want me to carry you?“ Rafayel scoffs. “What if I pulled a muscle in my arm and couldn't draw for a week? No thank you!"

He refuses until you ask if it's not that he doesn't want to carry you, but that he can't.

Now you've wounded his pride. He might not be the God of the Sea anymore, but he can't let this go unanswered! Rafayel will be on you relentlessly to let him pick you up, no matter how long it takes.

"Whoa, be careful, cutie! There's no telling how deep these puddles are from all the rain — you're super lucky your boyfriend is here to carry you to safety."

When you finally break and let him do it just so he can prove a point, he realizes he likes this way more than he thought he would. You're like his adorable little prisoner and the only way you're getting out is in praise and smooches. This will become a regular thing, I fear.

Zayne

“I told you to wear more comfortable shoes.”

Zayne inwardly grins at how quickly you deflate at his blunt response. It's adorable.

But Zayne has a hard time denying you something so innocent as wanting to be close to him. So he guides your arm to wrap around his shoulders and picks you up with a strength that always takes you by surprise.

He waits for you to settle comfortably in his arms before he starts walking. He's aware of the disapproving stares from the people around you and not too long ago, he would've been one of them. How quickly his perspective has changed because of you.

Zayne is brought out of his thoughts when he feels you peck his cheek and now you get that oh so familiar look of gentle reproach from him. "I am working on being more affectionate but I'm not there yet, MC. Now, behave or your ride will end early."

Sylus

Sylus is so caught off guard that, for once, you can see his entire thought process play out through his expressions.

Surprise at your request, suspicion you're just toying with him, the realization you're being somewhat serious, and then the most gratified look you've ever seen on his stupid smug face.

Now you’re speaking his language. So delighted you’re finally catching on, he just picks you up and continues on his way without breaking his stride.

However, you didn't specify how he should carry you. So you're draped over Sylus's shoulder and to keep you there, his hand is dangerously high up on your thigh for being in public. The smack on your ass is so inevitable, you can feel it like it's already happened.

"You just said you were tired, now you want me to put you down? You need to learn to make up your mind, kitten. I'll just carry you until you're sure of what you want."

When the boys get invited to the cookout

If you know, you know...a very niche post for those that get it 😘 Part 2 here

XAVIER

He is immediately given the fattest plate made by an auntie or grandmother

He's slightly overwhelmed and doesn't know where to start

Xavier is for sure passing out before he even finishes his plate

Wakes up for seconds and then is forced to make room for dessert

Sweet potato pie, pecan pie, banana pudding , it's all calling his name

Little cousins are definitely asking him if he has games on his phone

Fighting the itis while being dragged to watch whatever sports team is on tv

Aunties are asking him where he's from..."He don't always seem to be all the way there honey"

Overall has a good time and took several plates home for later

RAFAYEL

This mf dancing with the aunties

"Don't hurt em now son!" They hyping him tf up

He's being super attentive to women in the family, but also not trying to be left alone too long

"Your cousin asked how serious we are"

He's telling anyone that will listen that he did your hair

He's being asked for tickets to his exhibits (knowing damn well they not gonna attend)

Raf questions everything you put on his plate, but eats it anyway

" You want me to eat the sweet potatoes, greens, and cornbread in one bite?"

"I'm starting to see why you don't come home so often"

He disappears for a time and find him later playing dominoes with the men

"Babe, take me home I'm tired"

ZAYNE

You're protecting this man with your life

"Ain't this the lil boy you were always hanging around"

"Did your parents ever come home?"

When they found out he's a doctor, every medical concern family members have had for the last 20 years are being asked

"I suggest meeting with your medical professional."

"Everything on that plate is probably the direct cause to her high blood pressure."

Plays exactly one game of Uno

"I think I upset your uncle."

Hides in the bathroom when he's being asked to dance

Finds time to play a bit with the kids outside

Secretly enjoying the dessert table when no one is around

As soon as his social battery is drained, he's giving you the look 'it's time to go'

SYLUS

Chile...after being flirted with for the 1st hour, the men kidnap him for some spades

From spades to dominoes, he's doing all the gambling

"Place your bets, gentlemen. Maybe it's beginner's luck."

Let's your aunties fawn over him a second time

"If I was 15 years younger honey.."

Let's you guide him while doing the electric slide

He takes one bite of pie and gives you the rest

Wayyy to sweet for his tastes

Find him passed out on the couch at some point...the food was hittin

Listening to any concerns the kids have and teach them self defense

"Despite what your cousin says, sometimes violence is the answer."

Taking photos with family and friends all night-you delete every single one

Aunties giving yall knowing looks all night (they can just tell the dick is good)

"That was very amusing kitten. Invite me again next time."

BONUS

Luke and Kieran living it up the whole night

Don't take rude questions to heart "You don't care all those piercings are messing up your face"

Shameless flirting with eligible cousins

Passed out next to sylus on the couch with food in hand

Mephisto was called a rat and hit with a broom

When the boys get invited to the cookout pt. 2

I thought up a few more scenarios and wanted to share with the class. Part 1 here

Again, if you know, you know 😆

XAVIER

"You ain't hot?" He's asked all night

He's the only one with a damn sweater on

Quickly started to pick up the phrase, "you better than me"

Since he's no longer a stranger, he's brought to the grill

Given a long ass lecture on how to properly smoke meat

"And looka there, see how it just falls off the bone."

"Would you happen to have a book on this?"

Is voluntold to join uncs on a fishing trip

Was told to say grace over the food....chile

Overwhelmed by all the hugs given to him

Poor boy was offered an edible

Swiftly put to bed after that

"Girl why is always so tired? Is he sick or something?"

"Imma pray for him"

RAFAYEL

Cousins are teaching him slang and phrases to live by

"Next time she invites you, ask her who all gon be there"

Hyped up for dressing so well. "Ooh boy, I'm scared of you!"

Thanks to his crash course, he takes the compliment

Somehow, he ended up apart of the puff puff pass group. "Raf don't go back in there" "babe I feel all the colors suddenly"

Aunties shooing him out the kitchen for asking too many questions

"There's a mouth on that one baby"

Joins the impromptu talent show

When they learn he can sing, all the classic r&b songs are thrown his way

"You ever heard of New Edition?"

Rafayel's getting side eyed for every fish reference he makes

"Why was he talking about sharks eating grass for free?"

"Tf does glub glub mean"

ZAYNE

Says a silent prayer to himself in the car

Brings informational pamphlets on insurance and questions to ask your doctor

Forces Greyson to join him as a distraction

"You wanted to know her better Dr. Greyson. This is the perfect opportunity. "

Uncs are outside taking pics in front of his car

"Let me take it for a spin nephew." "We are not related."

Cousins are asking where he gets the drip and to borrow his coat (we are quick to intervene)

"Don't give them nothing, you won't see it again. "

Asks aunties for recipes for the food he enjoys

"And how much seasoning did you add to this?" "Oh honey I just stopped when the Lord told me to."

Let's your cousins beat him in a video game until they start talking too much shit

"Consider this an educational moment."

SYLUS

Shows up lookin and smelling good

Cousins are asking to ride his motorcycle "around the block"

"As tempting as that is, your cousin would kill me."

Unc stating they're the same size when asking to try on his shoes

Mans pulls out his black card and buys Unc a pair

"You're my favorite nephew."

Quickly advising him to not buy nothing else for he'll start a war

Takes turns doing a dance with the aunties and cousins

Stops you from beating your cousin's ass when their hands go too low

Makes his rounds collecting recipes and cooking hacks to tell his chef

"Well you never want to tell me how you make it kitten"

Aunties pick up on your pet name and you no longer know peace

Sylus is no stranger to being high he just prefers not to

Until today....mans smoked a joint and discussed conspiracy theories

"What if I was a wanderer, or your neighbor. It could happen to anyone."

Luke and Kieran form a dance circle with your cousins

Taking shots and starting a twerk contest

Mephisto just keeps surveillance on Sylus's bike per your instructions

Can you do the boys with a mentally unwell reader? Like she has depression, ocd, or anxiety that she takes medication for?

S/O Who Faces Mental Illness- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader tags: ( for all ) mentioning of depression/ depressive episodes, ocd rituals, anxiety/ social anxiety a/n: hi anonnie ! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ sorry this took awhile, this was sitting in my drafts and i would keep coming back to it. i just wanted to make sure this topic is handled with care. i know that everyone has different types of depression, anxiety, and ocd so i wrote the ones that i'm familar with and gone through. i hope this was okay lmk ! ̤̮

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Xavier:

Xavier has always been such an attentive lover to you and he’s grown increasingly worried as he observed your unhealthy habits. He notices how you spend more time in bed than usual, longer than he would stay in bed. How you seem disinterested in eating, even if it were foods you typically enjoyed. Noticing how these impacts have affected you, he has made the effort to educate himself better on what you’re going through to understand and support you better.

If you were taking any medications, he'll read the entire packet that came with it or look up as much information he can online. He'll try to remember all the side effects that comes with it and makes sure to check up on you whenever you take them.

He notices when your energy plummets so it’s his duty to take care of you. He tries to make everything easy for you. He’ll make sure to tuck both of you in bed, turning off the lights when you both get ready, making sure to have food delivered when you wake up. Xavier encourages you to take a walk outside with him, helping you get some fresh air and encouraging you to step out of bed. He’ll hold your hand the entire time.

Distractions were one of the ways he could get your mind off any anxious thoughts or from any of your OCD rituals. He'll have a list of your favorite things to do and see if it helps. He'll stay with you in bed all day if that's what you need and wouldn't let you isolate yourself. Will also build a fort to cuddle you up in and have you tucked in his arms.

Anytime you two were out and you started to feel drained, then he'll take you back home. You two can stay in and cuddle.

He never pushes you beyond your comfort levels. If there was any situation where you started to feel uncomfortable, then he'll lead the situation and you somewhere else that sets you more at ease.

Zayne:

Zayne is no stranger to the topics of mental illness. He’s gone through extensive studies and many clinical experiences with patients. But with you, it's different. Your struggles aren’t just a clinical case to him, they’re personal. He’s acutely attuned to subtle changes of your mood and actions. He notices the quiet shifts in your expressions, or the way your eyes dull and lose their sparkle. Even though it’s hard to read through his expressions, it truly does hurt him to see you suffer. Your internal pain that you battle inside hurts him more than words can convey.

If you were to go through a depressive episode and you feel like you can’t do everything you need, then Zayne has no problem doing the extra housework or helping you with your physical health. He would reassure you to not feel guilty even though he’s busy with his work or any paperwork's. You have done so much as a loving partner to him and he will always return the favor for you.

He’ll help you shower and dress you up. He'll make sure to brush your hair gently and that you brush your teeth. He’ll even make sure you eat enough and he’ll praise you for taking every bites.

He’s always there for you. Even if he was in the middle of work, he would remind you to never hesitate to reach out whenever you feel isolated or just needed to vent, anything. Spam him, leave voice messages- he’ll read every word and listen to each message and reply with care. No matter how busy he might be, he’ll find a way to call you as soon as he can. He wants to make sure you’re okay and to remind you that you’re never alone, even when he’s away. Your well-being matters so deeply to him that he’s committed to be there for you in every possible way.

He'll keep note of all the side effects you've experienced with your medications, so he's aware of the potential issues that might arise when you take them. Will send you texts reminding you to take your meds at the right time and to make sure you eat before you take them so you don’t get nauseous.

He’s a very attentive and caring partner, he pays close attention to the triggers of your OCD and observes the coping mechanisms you have. He notices your struggle with hand washing compulsions and understands how these rituals can take a toll on you. He’ll try to help you by pointing out that excessive hand washing can actually be harmful, as it washes away the beneficial ones that your body needs.

He'll be very reassuring when you feel the need to constantly check up on things. He won't judge you for it but instead he'll offer to check on it himself and reassure you that everything is okay.

It wouldn’t be new to him to avoid places that were crowded or super noisy. He would know where all the less crowded and quiet places are. At this point, he already had taken the time to understand your triggers and sources of anxiety. He just wanted to be well-informed so he can help you avoid these situations and provide the support and care you need.

If you were to experience an anxiety attack, he remains calm and patient and helps you try to breathe. Whenever you need to vent, he’s always there for you. He’ll let you curl up on his lap while you talk, gently stroking your hair. Although he’s quiet while you talk, you know he listens to every detail and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. After you finish sharing, he’ll offer advice or discuss the situation to help you work through it together.

Rafayel:

He knows that you were going through significant struggles because it often kept you doing certain things with him. There are times when the weight of your depression and anxiety feels so heavy that it drains your motivation, making your favorite hobbies or simply just doing anything seem out of reach. Sometimes the intensity of your OCD leads you to stay up, unable to rest because you repeatedly check things like the light switches, doors, windows, and everything else in the house.

OCD is a topic that Rafayel wouldn’t tease or be playful on with you. He notices the small things when you repeat patterns or prefer certain number sets. He’s very patient and understanding about this topic but anytime you feel as if your ocd ritual was messed up, he is quick to run to your side and reassure you that everything will be okay.

Rafayel has been in a dark place himself so he knows the signs when you’re struggling. Whether you’ve been through this over and over again, he’ll help you through this every single time. If you don't have the energy to take a shower or a bath, then he’ll simply carry you and wash you himself. He’ll join you and use your favorite bath bomb scents and make it a little fun by blowing bubbles at you. A smile would curl up on his lips when he sees you smiling again.

He wouldn’t force you to talk. He’ll do most of the talking and hopefully it takes your mind off anything you were anxious about. When you are ready to talk, he’ll praise you. It’s a big step forward in healing and he would be listening attentively to everything you say.

Rafayel would text you throughout the day and ask how you were feeling. He's always there at your beck and call. If you need anything, he already has it and he's on his way to you.

If you were out in public and you started to feel uneasy, he would lead you somewhere else. Rafayel would always be holding your hand for security and to make sure you were always right by his side. He doesn't mind wherever you both go, as long as he's with you. He makes sure that you two can go to places that aren't crowded or noisy but still enjoyable and fun for the both of you.

He’s very worried whenever you take medications. He knows that they can have some mean and nasty side effects and that’s the last thing he would want you to go through. He’ll always make sure to check up on you a couple hours later to see how you’re holding up.

Sylus:

It does not take him long to notice you were acting off. Nothing can get past this man and he doesn’t want you to feel like you have anything to hide from him. No matter what the issue is, he isn’t leaving your side and you’ll both work on the issue together. He doesn’t want you to go through anything alone.

When you feel empty and you simply want to sink into your bed and lay there motionless because everything in the world was just too much, Sylus will not hesitate to take action. He’ll make sure you're eating nutritious meals by calling his private chefs or he’ll make them himself. He’ll sit right beside you and watch you take enough bites or he’ll spoon feed it to you himself. Sylus would make sure to tell you that you were doing so well even if the bites were big or small. After you are done eating, he’ll make sure that you take all your meds and check up on you if any of the side effects arise.

He’ll be right by your side at any doctor's appointments. He’ll carry you to the bathroom himself or he’ll use his evol to help wash, dry, and dress you up. Sylus would encourage you as well to go on walks with him so your body is still moving and so you can get some fresh air. He does all of this because he loves you and he doesn’t want you to lose any of the progress you made. He knows your capabilities and he knows you will get through this. He’ll be right by your side the entire time.

When he notices that your OCD rituals are becoming overwhelming, he doesn't hesitate to step in to help. He finds engaging activities for the both of you to do so it steers your focus away from the obsessive thoughts. Understanding how OCD can distort your perceptions, he uses distractions as a way to gently pull you out of that obsessive cycle.

Sylus would let you know that he’s accessible. Whenever you need him, feel free to call him any time and he’ll drop anything and come by to help you.

Don't even bother brushing off any of your issues. Anything that bothers you, he's always there to listen and help you. He’s a great listener and he never judges you for any problems you had and the reason behind your behavior. His shoulder is for you to lean on, cry on, laugh on, and hold on, etc. He’s understanding and wants you to be happy again.

When he’s away, he will have food delivered to you. He’ll make sure you eat and that you take your meds right after by calling or texting to remind you. Or he’ll just send Mephisto to you. He’ll caw/squawk repeatedly until you finish your meals.

"Big Girls Cry Too"

The LADS Men walking in on you having a good cry after bottling everything up and that one bad day at work was the final straw. Look even the baddest bitches cry doesn’t change the fact that mc (all of us) is still the baddest.

Zayne

Zayne: Are you hurt?

MC: I'm just tired

Zayne: Did you not sleep well last night?

MC: Mentally Zayne im just.....I don't know

Zayne: Talk to me what’s troubling you?

MC: I can’t find the words

Zayne: Well then just say anything I'll piece it together as you go

MC: I just .... I feel so ..... but I can't .. and today was just ..... I don't know

Zayne: You're just overworking yourself to keep your mind off your grandma and Caleb but you want a break however you can't seem to catch one and today was the straw that broke the camels back?

MC: What are you a mind reader?

Zayne: No I'm an MC reader

He would sit with you and hold you in his arms while you were a blubbering mess.

Zayne: I'll stay right here for as long as you need

Rafayel

Rafayel: I told you to stop abandoning me for that place look what its done to you

MC: Not now Raf im tired

Rafayel: I know

MC: So stop making jokes

Rafayel: Do you want to talk about it?

MC: No

Rafayel: Do you want me to leave?

MC: *sniffles* No

Rafayel: Good I wasn’t going to *throws you over his shoulder*

MC: Where are we going?!

Rafayel: For a swim it always makes me feel better

MC: I just want to lay in bed

Rafayel: Trust me a dip in the water with me is like free therapy

MC: ….

Rafayel: You trust me?

MC: I trust you

Rafayel: Good I'll do anything to see those tears stop

MC: You’re too good to me

Rafayel: Next time you need to cry call me … I have two shoulders just for you

Xavier

Xavier: Who upset you?

MC: Everything

Xavier: I can’t fight everything

MC: Why not I’m tired of it all

Xavier: What’s going on?

MC: I just need a good cry from time to time

Xavier: How often is ‘time to time’

MC: …..twice a week

Xavier: Come here

MC: *lays on top of Xavier as he rubs your back*

Xavier: Feeling better?

MC: actually ….. yea …. Is this why you lay on me all the time?

Xavier: You’re like a human battery recharger … my personal charger

MC: Are you sad every time ?

Xavier: Not every time but sometimes

MC: Oh I never noticed

Xavier: That’s because being around you makes me happy

MC: Can I lay here for a while ….. please

Xavier: Will that make you happy?

MC: *sniffles & nods*

Xavier: I’ll be your human body pillow whenever you want

Sylus

Sylus: Are you crying?

MC: *sniffles* no

Sylus: You’re a terrible liar sweetie

MC: I had a tough day at work

Sylus: A tough day at work huh?

MC: ….yea

Sylus: Sweetie it’s okay to cry in front of me I know you’ve been bottling up your emotions

MC: You don’t know anything

Sylus: I know this will help *Starts giving you a scalp massage*

MC: You don’t know if it’s helping …… but don’t stop

Sylus: I didn’t plan to …. come here

Sylus takes a seat on the bed and moves you to straddle his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder while he continues to massage your scalp with one hand and rub your back with the other.

MC: Don’t you have work to do?

Sylus: You are always a top priority princess

Sending zayne nudes and dirty messages all day while he's at work because you're pent up and he's been so busy lately. Getting a call from him on his lunch break, in his car with strained breath telling you how you shouldn't have sent those pictures, now he's distracted and thinking of you all day.

Telling you to stop sending them. That he's going to turn his phone off. Of course, you don't listen. And finally when he checks his phone after this shift to see the last video you sent, riding a dildo while moaning his name, he suddenly had new afterwork plans.

ZAYNE IS NOT AN AFFECTIONATE MAN.

Atleast, that's what he thinks. In reality, he is so affectionate and it would literally kill him if he'd act out his feelings with us. Zayne lore is so complex n so so well written, i will fight astra for him.

꒰ 18+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ! ꒱

zayne wishes he wasn't too cowardly to love you.

f!reader ⊹ canon au ⊹ fluff. not established relationship, but an established crush; plays on the cafe date ⊹ 744 ⊹ footnote. i fell so head over heels in love with him when he made a snowy kitten and seal in the palm of his hands omg. anyway, explored a bit with his pov. i deviated from the original dialogue.

zayne often fantasizes about having a pleasant conversation with you, offering you words that grant him the presence of your soft smile and melodious laughter, a casual exchange of the fondness for you he cradles in his palms and chest. but. he thinks loving you might be like oil and water mixing, two components entirely opposite in composition trying to blend to no avail. he thinks loving you feels like ice, comfortable only to his flesh but frozen on his breath.

his hands remember how yours feel in his own but his tongue keeps the words to ask trapped behind his teeth; his bones become a gentle prison for the failures of his courage. he never reaches. he never grasps. he never holds. but he freezes. he regrets. he curses himself in silence. although zayne prides himself on being knowledgable and quietly protective, the truth is he’s a coward.

he must be. it’s the only explanation for how he sits before you, someone he’s known as long as he’s understood what it means to know, unable to speak, unable to offer any kind of words that would spark a fluid conversation. each time he opens his mouth to speak, only huffs of silence follow. each time you awkwardly offer a ledge for him to find his footing, he slips and watches it crumble. he’s just not good at this.

you look lovely today. i love the way you smile. even your awkward laugh carries an undeniable cuteness. i wish i could say more than just ‘you need to take care of yourself better.’ i wish i could say ‘let me help take care of you.’

you ask me if i remember and i want to know how i could possibly forget. all of me wants to be soft enough to hold all of you.

“zayne?” your soft beckoning from across the table. he blinks away the swirling thoughts that are slowly becoming quiet pleas from himself to indulge in this moment, this fortunate opportunity for time with you he didn’t have to chip away at a glacier within himself to have. he knows by now he might not ever develop the strength to tell you he wants you to visit him for more reasons than the time that’s packed itself between you both and him being your primary care physician.

i want to see you because i miss you; i want you to see me because you miss me.

“yes,” he answers, his facial expression blank, carrying all of his stoic facade. “i-i’m sorry. what did you say?” the flutter of your adored chuckle. “i said i didn’t know you liked this place. we should come here together next time.” “oh, yes. i suppose.” he says. 

i think i would go anywhere with you, but here could be a good place to start.

your head falls and his heart starts to race, thumping in his chest with wild abandon. he can feel the avalanche of disappointment rolling off of you, on its way to bury him under the heaviness of his own guilt. he’s just not good at this. “we…don’t have to if it’s troublesome. i know you’re a busy man these days.” and you bubble back to life, shaking away the fleeting moment of visible despondence. inwardly, he panics. he doesn’t want to miss another chance to grow closer to you, to build on this connection that sits idly between you both, unspoken but painfully obvious. it takes him a moment to respond; it’s not right until he sees something flicker in your eyes that looks dangerously close to ‘taking the hint’ that the words fumble out of his mouth clumsily. “it’s not.” he finally says. and maybe it’s not awkward or unsettling but that’s how his own voice feels. he almost winces at the discomfort of the words lodged in his throat. “…troublesome…to me, at least…meeting here. we should…when the time permits...as long as it doesn’t deter you from following your doctor’s adamant orders…if it means…you’ll eat more frequently…consistently. we should.” when he finally stops speaking, relief blooms in his chest and expands, an all-consuming comfort in silence found again. when your reply is a sweet smile and your eyes become tender pools reflecting warmth back to him, melting his hesitation, his relief transforms into adoration and reverence. the truth is he loves you. zayne isn’t good at this, but for you, he really wants to be.

tagging @kissxcore + @maimochies bc honestly i feel like they’ve been in the thick of this brainrot, too. and @takaiko bc their brainrot is on the way lmao.

© 2023 elusivemoon. all rights reserved.

[ ::♡:: ] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑! — ZAYNE

after a long trip away, you decide that zayne needs some tlc of his own <3

i have once again been distracted from the wrio fic (im going insane). inspired by doctor by jack stauber and his business card! established relationship, suggestive near the end!

it's not unusual to find zayne in an anxious mood.

he's always been like this, he thinks—obsessive to the point where he thinks it might kill him if he's not careful, overanalyzing every last detail because he thinks it actually might kill him if he doesn't.

...but how could he not?

how could he not when he sees you peeking your head through the open door for the first time in weeks, and his heart flutters on command? how could he not when you yell out his name in excitement once you see him, tackling him with a bear hug into the soft plush of the sofa, your chest pressing against his faster-than-normal beating heart?

the two of you just stay there (his arms around your waist feels right, he thinks), under the dull lights of the overhead lamps, next to the low hums and chatter of the tv, above the waxed wooden floors—you lift your head from the crook of his neck, and you reach your hand to his hair, brushing his bangs away from his face before you place your palm on his forehead.

"...well well well, dr. zayne," you drawl, the coo barely escaping your mischievous tone, "did you manage to catch a fever while i was gone?"

and then he sees your eyes sparkle above his, that gleam in your smile, your hair falling over your ear, he asks himself again: how could he not? how could he not obsess over every idiotic decision you make to get yourself in trouble? how could he ever stop caring for you as much as he does now?

"of course not."

"hmmm," you tap his forehead playfully, "your symptoms are telling me something different."

"and what are my symptoms, pray tell?"

"you're flushed," your voice drips with humor, tracing the curves of his jawline. he swallows thickly as your finger moves from his jaw to his collar, splaying your palm against his heart. you can feel it against the thick cotton of his dress shirt, "your heart is beating awfully quick, and you're sweating a little bit."

"those are all symptoms of heat stroke."

"it's because you're hot," you answer casually (you've always been quick on your feet), "and you're heating up the room."

if overthinking won't kill him, you might.

"...sweet-talk won't work on me." his chest feels heavy and he can barely speak, but his hand moves, tucking your hair back behind your ear.

"well, it's because i'm hot, then."

it's been less than five minutes since you've gotten home from your business trip and you already have his heart pinched between your fingers, playing with the arteries and capillaries like it's your own personal playground.

"oh come on," you feel your ears heat up ever so slightly, "say something! don't leave me hanging, it's awkward!"

"i've got nothing to say."

"you have shellshocked written right on your forehead," your nail scrapes ever so slightly across his skin, tracing out the letters on the bumps and lines on his face. "you could say something about that."

"i wonder whose fault that is."

"i'm not sure," you pretend to wonder, "did you miss me?"

yes. so much that he could barely breathe.

"not really." he decides to tease you instead.

you slap his shoulder in defiance, an angry frown on your face. "my diagnosis is over! you, sir, are suffering from an awful condition of self-deception—"

"and what about you? did you miss me?"

his question catches you off guard. you feel your face light aflame against the heat of his stare, the deep black in his eyes bearing earnestly into your own.

"...a lot. i missed you a lot, actually." you look more embarrassed than you sound, "came here as fast as i could after the train dropped me off, so yeah, i missed you."

"me too." he hums in affirmation—his hand cups your jaw, gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. slowly, he reaches to the back of your neck, guiding you down to meet his face, your hand against his steady heart.

it beats for you, afterall, you might as well hold it.

"you could've just said that, y'know." you huff, the warmth crawling to your ears as you lean in closer.

he barely lets a surprised "what?" escape his mouth before you kiss him. it's like you breathe life into him when your lips brush against his, his hands find their way to your scalp, his fingers tangle desperately in your hair.

zayne used to think he was above this—simple things like making out on the couch or even waiting for somebody to come back home were never something he could never imagine doing when he was younger, much less with you. it makes him so nervous that his hands shake with desperation and the questions flood his mind again, but the way you bite his lip makes his mind go fucking insane, and all of the sudden—

"hey, hey, are you okay?"

he's brought back to reality with your concerned tone, acutely aware of how heavily he breathes, how soft your touches are.

"y—yeah," he clears his throat, licking his lips, "just...thinking is all."

you shift on top of him, smoothing out his hair and re-straightening his tie with chapped fingers and flushed lips. "here," you give him a small smile, "i have some medicine for you. for your diagnosis."

you give him a kiss, nothing heated or passionate, just a small peck on his nose.

and another one on his forehead, and then another right on the mole under his eye.

"'s for all of the kisses i couldn't give you while i was gone," you murmur, pressing another to his cheek, and then one on the other side of his jaw, "so you can stop thinking, okay?"

it's not rare that he finds himself agonizing over every decision, every particular characteristic that holds a tight leash on his life, but at this moment, he wants nothing more but you.

"i think i'm sick again," he closes his eyes, taking a shallow breath as he feels your breath on his skin, "i think more medicine would help, don't you think?"

it's your smile that did it first, he thinks (or lack thereof), the same smile you give him now as you lean down for another kiss, deeper this time, slower, like the ice that melts around his lungs, like the flowers that bloom in their place.

his arteries move with your fingers, his thundering heart beating in sync with your breath, his low groans matching yours.

(he knows he belongs to you, anyways.)

"let me take care of you, will you let me?" your hands place themselves at the buttons of his shirt, and your eyes peer up at him in assurance, "make up for lost time?"

and just for that night, zayne unravels, and he surrenders completely to you.

"zayne is cold" have u ever considered he might just be autistic

I am once again bored and wanting to write. Anyone interested in a Love and Deepspace Match-Up drop in a DM.

Toss in your age/personality/fun facts about yourself and if you have a preference for the typical 4 romance options or if you're down to be matched with anyone in the cast. If you want NSFW or Fluffy specifically please tag it also!

Example of match up request format:

"Hello, my names Lychee, 29, I would like a match up with the main 4, (and or other cast included.) I would prefer fluff/or nsfw.

Insert your hobbies/interests/personality stuff about yourself here."

*As part of the match ups, please do not include which your main romance is as I am challenging myself based on vibes alone!*

Hello!! My name is Luna,I’m 23 and I would like a match up with the main 4 (or 5 including Caleb)

I don’t mind either,I’m okay with both fluff and NSFW!

Hmmm these are some fun facts about me :

I like cute feminine stuff like pink,animals (all kinds) etc things that a typical girl would like 😹 I’m really into gaming and digital drawing!! and I’m more of an introvert.

I am also really into fashion and would try to buy things that I deem are stylish. My friends would call me for help if they need help styling something or to borrow my clothes if they don’t have anything to wear.

I have an unhealthy obsession with sweets and desserts (every kinds of desserts) It’s kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. I also love to bake and cook.

I tend to be shy at first and won’t speak first unless spoken to and I’ve always been described as someone who can keep their calm under pressure!! I would cry if I feel really overwhelmed though.

and lastly,my favourite subject is math.

Thank you so much for doing this! I appreciate it ^^

Helloooo, I'm going to match you with Zayne.

I can see both of you going on a bakery date, being each other's bad influences. He'd keep his out of pocket sweet talking commentary on standby for when the both of you are sharing food together. When he offers to feed you himself, his ears are burning bright red, a gentle smile on his face when you indulge him.

If you want to see him get flustered, offer to do it right back at him. You'll see the cogs in his mind almost freeze for a split second as he allows it, guiding your hand holding your utensil to his lips when he sees your hands tremble.

"If you want to feed me sweetheart, you have to be more bold." He'd tease before brushing the hair out of your eyes.

He'd also find your fashion sense to be quite adorable, thinking it suits you beautifully. Lowkey shocked at how someone so beautiful could be so shy until later on in your relationship and it would fall into place how you are with him and with others.

Overall you both would be a cute fairly quiet couple but very much in love.

Man, so this is what Carter looks like? Dude gave me the creeps in the anecdote, and Zayne being protective of MC is great. Not to mention him popping a hand between MC and Greyson later in had me cackling. Gotta have enough room for him to be close not you Greyson ☠️.

I mean just look at them, they're married it's a fact.

Hii could i please get a match up!💕 My names Val, 21, Intp, and I love all 4 of them sm that I can't choose😭 so who do you think I'd match best with? both fluf and nsfw are fine btw!

My hobbies are painting, singing, playing the kalimba, reading and journaling. I don't usually just show these hobbies to anyone cause I'm really shy about them and I view my arts and craft as a part of me so they are really personal but when I do get comfortable enough with a person to show them I. Do. NOT. STOP. YAPPING. I love yapping about my paintings, the book I just read and whta I'm journaling about. I usually journal about life and important people in my life get a page dedicated to them so the boys would def be in there. But I'm pretty shy and introverted at first so it would take some time for our relationship to reach that stage but when it DOES I get super clingy cuz I love physical touch so hugs and kisses all day every day<33 I'm also autistic and have noise cancelling headphones on most of the time and have a tendency to get silent, neglect self care and isolate when upset. Lastly My fav color is dark green, I love milktea and chocolate cake and I have 3 cats...

Heya, so not going to lie I had to Google what a Kalimba was and I have to say that's rad that you can play that 😂.

That being said I'd have to match you with Zayne. You have your almost secretive hobbies that you keep to yourself but I feel that the relationship between the two of you would progress quickly. So because of that he'd get to find out more about your hobbies.

He would also enjoy listening to you play songs for him when he's going over patients files at home, claiming them to be soothing and the best way to focus. Finding himself humming along occasionally, hes covering his face behind his monitor when he hears your giggles when you notice, shy but not denying his actions.

He's also one to hide some of the things he enjoys near and dear. So when he found about your journaling, he offered to show you some of his collections. Pulling out a book dedicated to stickers from all the places him and his parents have visited around the world and another book dedicated to just all the fun and cute stickers he's found over time. He has an obscene amount of cat stickers, seal stickers and oddly enough old sticker sets from his childhood he couldn't bear to get rid of. He's a sentimental man, so if you allow him to he would cut off stickers from his collection and add them to your journal as well. What's his is yours.

I also HC him as being autistic, so he'd understand the need for quiet soothing places within the home and accommodations outside of the home as well. He's there for you every step of the way supporting you and wants you to feel safe and happy. He's also the type to do everything in his power to keep you both functioning and comfortable.

[ matchup trade w/ @frostfall-matches ]

[ Raven, 25, L&DS matchup with any of the main 4, fluff preferred but nsfw is fine too ]

(for bg3: any of the main companions + halsin and minthara are just fine | for ffxv: any of the main 4)

kinda long, i'm sorry!!

- personality: multifaceted!! distant, introverted but not shy, generally respectful of others but not necessarily kind/sweet, somewhat apathetic, extremely independent, confident and self-secure (sometimes arrogant!! i try to keep my god complex in check lmfao), can take criticism well, straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive both on purpose/on accident - i am generally willing to apologize if needed tho), pretty sassy/snarky, tends to laugh off the severity of a situation, a moderate risk-taker (often gets a thrill from risky situations, but tries to avoid lethal ones).

broad sense of humor (often more on the playful/absurd side), playful w/ friends, very teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, a natural troublemaker/rulebreaker but also often unintentionally gets into trouble, comfortable with confrontation, can be combative but is generally easygoing, logical, unsentimental, surprisingly low impulse control.

- personality/alignment types: INTJ ; 7w8 ; chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch, gifts. touch reserved for close friends/partners only, but i can get pretty cuddly and clingy with them.

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, visual novels), anime, drawing (mostly digital), painting (mostly watercolor), woodworking, home/decor DIY projects, baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, suspense/thriller, psychological), caring for houseplants, hiking, jogging, thrill-seeking activities (adrenaline junkie).

- likes: sweets, most fruits, lattes, scented candles, piercings (i have 12), tattoos (have none but i want sleeves), puns and lame dad jokes, cool weather, traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, a decent amount of alone time, the occasional lazy day, encouraging my friends' bad/risky decisions (i will even do it with them), bantering with others, lovingly teasing/bullying friends, when people cook for me.

- dislikes: dogs, bitter foods, grapefruit, alcohol, strong scents, hot weather, spiders (other bugs are ok), long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others or lead them, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me, people-pleasing behavior, when others step in to help without me asking.

- fun facts: quite clumsy, accident prone ; terrible sense of direction ; used to do gymnastics ; good at sight reading music ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but afternoons are rough) ; my hands/feet are always ice cold, i often subject my friends to them (sticking my hands under their shirt, holding their hands or cheeks, tucking my feet beneath their legs if we're sitting on a couch together) ; majored in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; currently working as a medical scribe but i'd love to work in literature translation ; studied abroad in korea for 5 months, LOVED it and honestly never got homesick - would love to get the opportunity to travel more alone or with a partner.

Heyo, thank you for the match-up trade & thank you for your patience - this was fun to do!

For L&DS I'm going to match you with Zayne.

I feel like out of all the men, his personality and yours would mesh pretty well together. He's very much fond of the straight forward communication pattern between the both of you and loves the way you're able to be both bold and forthcoming about your wants and needs even if they may fluster him occasionally.

He also is a bit of an enigma, both not fond of outright PDA generally speaking aside from small things like hand holding but when someone flirts with you the man may as well be a peacock, blocking the other suitors view and taking the wheel so to speak. Think in line with Carter and him taking the flowers and tossing them back at him like *no* 😊.

When it comes to the god complex thing while he would find it a bit comical, he would help keep you level headed, he occasionally goes for the metaphorical knee caps of MC when it comes to their health/well being so if it's getting to be excessive he may bring it up and see if he can guide you back onto a more stable path. Literally just having a moment like in Lilo and Stitch of Lilo explaining Stitches evil level and the baselines.

I can also see you both going on like bakery dates, learning how to bake specific dishes you've watched on one of the cooking shows he likes. Bringing home your sugary goods and snacking while playing games or watching anime. I feel like he'd be secretly good at specific video games but claims he grew out of them as a child, but as soon as hes challenged to it, knuckles crack and hes locked in. If you've ever been on the Hell end of him playing Kitty Cards he gives 0 fucks it's a battle to the death of whos going to win. Never pick hell mode unless you want to fight him in a parking lot after.

He would also be impressed with your knowledge on languages and travel, bringing up his parents and their travels and some of the things he's gotten to experience growing up as well when going with them. I feel like you both would make a lot of trips together when you'd manage to convince him to take his vacation time for once. Building new experiences with each other. Maybe you'll make a trip to meet his parents wherever they're currently working later into your relationship as well!

Your sleep schedule being sporadic doesn't necessarily bother him since his is the same, however he will be badgering you to get sleep regularly when the time allows. If your sleep schedules line up with his be prepared for the sleepy doctor snuggles be it on the couch or in his bed, his face in your neck or your chest while he's grumbling or mumbling about his day. Just scratch the back of his neck and run your hands down his back and he's melting, deep sighs and grunts of acknowledgement while you tell him about your day/evening until he nods off entirely kinda vibes.

Your cold extremities concern him to start though, he's confused as hell when he's used to being the cold one in comparison to everyone else. Yet here you come, on par or even worse with his hands poor blood circulation. He's immediately popping onto amazon to get you self heating gloves, hand warmers, the works. If you slid your hands up the back of his shirt and you're sneaky about it, you'll be able to get him to squawk. He will deny it vehemently, but he will still allow it for another moment before taking your hands into his and trying to warm them up himself. He starts carrying handwarmers in his pockets year around along side the candies.

Your BG3 match, I would match you with Shadowheart/Astarion, 1st Shadowheart, 2nd place would be Astarion.

For FFXV, Ignis for sure for you. Ignis is pretty well the same vibes as Zayne imo.

I hope you like everything!

TILL DAWN ᯓ‪♡

Pairings | L&D!Sylus , L&D!Zayne x fem. reader

Genre | smut

Word Count | 6,014 🥵

Warnings | ⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️ smut, smut SMUT, dom!Sylus , dom!Zayne, sub!reader, size difference, oral and vaginal sex, throuple! , poly, vaginal fingering, rough sex, soft sex, edging, pet names, use of evol, explicit sexual content! Enjoy! c;

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a/n ; oml I've had a looooooong hiatus uploading here 🙈 I became a full time reader tbh with how hectic life has gotten since becoming a young adult. Rough transition oof but AAAAA Love & Deepspace is such a nice outlet, LOVE the fics going around so I decided to write one of my own.. hope ya like 😋

I feel disgustingly desperate.

So much so, I can feel that ugly, tight, feeling claw at my chest. 

It’s another one of those nights where I try to initiate intimacy with my partners but they both shut me down. 

Zayne has been holed up in one of Sylus' spare rooms as a home office since he’d gotten off of work almost three hours ago and Sylus had shown up only twenty minutes ago with Mephisto perched on his shoulder.

We were both in need of one another and in each other’s embrace making out the entire time until now. . .

“Sweetheart. . . Don’t work yourself up, it’s late.” Sylus looks down at me, straddling his lap, with his hands rubbing my hips. I attempted to grind against him to earn that excuse. 

For the fifth time this week. 

I’m so pathetic.

I move from his touch when one of his hands leave my waist to reach for my face. I use his chest to gently push myself up, swinging a bare leg from his side. 

Before I could get far, Sylus snatches my wrist and hip, firmly pulling me back to straddle a single, tensed thigh. I look up at him a bit startled and his brows are pinched together, eyes burning red. 

“Sy-” 

“Pathetic?” I’m often careless when thinking loudly around him. His face shows that he seems almost offended that I’d thought such a thing. It almost makes me accept whatever he’s gonna tell me but I become slightly upset that he's acting on my thoughts rather than my blatant expression of needing him. 

“Yes.” I straighten my back. “Very. I guess I should’ve gotten the hint the third time, right? Instead here I am embarrassing myself for the fifth time.” I try to maintain fierce eye contact with Sylus but I feel my resolve slowly waning the more I think about their rejection lately. 

Sylus gives me a confused look then slowly his face relaxes as he chuckles, rubbing my inner wrist with his thumb. 

“Have I gotten my Kitten in heat?” 

“Sylus, I’m serious.” 

“Oh, I’m aware.” He fights back against my pulling with a strong hold and his eyes haze over as he looks down his nose at me. “Enough. Be still and talk with me-”

“I don’t wanna talk!” My voice raises and Sylus grows stiff, the creek of a door in the distance making him huff. 

Moments later, the steady shuffling of house slippers grows closer and Zayne walks into the open living room from the long hallway. Sylus has his back to him, only his silver head and broad shoulders visible with me facing Zayne. 

“What’s going on?” He asks calmly as he stops short, only walking a few feet into the candle-lit room. 

“I-” I begin to speak but Sylus cuts me off.

“Are you showing your face now?” His tone has annoyance behind it and I relax in his hold, caught off guard from him addressing Zayne in that tone. 

“Perhaps.” Is all Zayne offers. Sylus scoffs and makes eye contact with me for his next response. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, tell him your grievances.” I’m slightly confused as his eyes remain burning into mine until he moves closer to my neck. 

“I-I..uh, I’m upset, Zayne, because I’ve been trying to express my needs to you both but I feel it’s not welcomed.” The atmosphere feels thick, like it could be pierced with Zayne’s evol. 

“Would you care to share why that is, Doctor?” Sylus sounds a bit playful now. His flickering emotions are almost as hard to grasp as Zayne’s. 

“No.” 

This clearly enrages Sylus. He’s gentle but quick in his movements as he uses his evol to move me to the soft cushion of the sofa while in an instant he’s at Zayne’s side. I remain on my knees as I lean onto the cushion to watch them. 

“For how long will you keep this up?” Zayne lifts a hand to his neck and it’s such a sight to see him be this way. He’s normally composed, at even levels with Sylus, but right now he seems almost.. bashful.

“It’s not purposeful.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“I’ve had three surgeries this week-”

“Look at me.” Sylus demands him. When Zayne is hesitant to, Sylus reaches out and grabs the man’s face to gently bring his hazel-green eyes to meet his. “At least look at me if you’re gonna give me excuses.” 

I swear from here if I squint I can see blush dusting Zayne’s cheeks under the candles they’re standing next to. I can see they’re in some sort of silent/mental conversation and decide to make myself present again.

“Guys?” 

Zayne is the first to make a move and tuck his hands into his sweats as Sylus’ hand drops to Zayne’s waist instead. 

“What’s going on? Did I.. do something?” At my question they give each other looks before they’re both walking my way. I sit back onto my feet then transition to sitting correctly as they take a seat on either side of me, crowding my space with their scent. 

“Sylus and I. . We, uh-” Zayne stammers leaving me stunned at his behavior and from up close I can see that he is blushing.

“We kissed.” Sylus says for him and I whip my head in his direction, eyes surely wide as he’s smirking around the rim of his glass of wine.

“You- you- What?” I can’t contain my shock and I almost feel wrong as Sylus cocks a perfectly arched brow at me. 

“What? Don’t tell me you underestimate my influence, Sweetheart.” He leans forward to place the glass on the table and Zayne chuckles so soft it almost sounds like a scoff. 

“He’s insufferable even in such vulnerable moments.” Zayne refers to the kiss presumably and I start to grow guilty. I had been so caught up in my own needs that I really hadn’t noticed that something like that had happened. 

“Wow- well that’s great! That’s a huge step for you guys, I’m happy for you both.” I grasp their hands and Sylus squeezes mine while Zayne rubs his thumb across. 

“Tsk, don’t think our conversation is over. You have to talk as well.” Sylus reminds me and a wave of guilt washes over me once again.

“I’m really sorry about that, Sy. I was just overreacting without knowing-” 

“No, no. I heard your thoughts perfectly.” 

“What is it?” Zayne speaks up.

“Kitten has been all pent up through your brooding. Normally your absence isn’t an issue but your constant dodging had put me in a mood.” Sylus is sipping another half-full glass of wine. 

“You must be in relation to the recent attacks then. You upset the Wanderers nearby.” Zayne’s tone is almost scolding now.

“I’m sure. I also killed them all myself had I not?” 

I can barely focus through their banter as I stare at Sylus’ wine stained lips wishing he was leaving his kiss marks to stain my skin. Bite and suck his claim along with Zayne’s frosty touches leaving snowflakes and goosebumps in its wake. 

“Y/N?” Zayne’s voice brings me back and I blink up at Sylus who’s smirking down at me with a haze in his eyes. 

“Yes?” Zayne moves closer and I feel his warmth at my back, his soft sweater brushing against the exposed skin my short, satin-lace slip wasn’t covering. 

“I was talking to you, did you not hear me?” 

“No, sorry.” 

“Are you feeling alright?” Ever the caring man that he is, why can’t he see through me like Sylus sometimes? 

Zayne’s chilled hand comes up to rest on my forehead from behind me and I can’t help but lean back into his touch. Sylus takes his time as he moves about, undoing two more buttons from his dress shirt after he sets his empty wine glass back down. 

I watch as he wipes a bit of stray wine from his lips and with that same thumb he presses it to my lips. Once again rendering me to my spot in shock that quickly turns into relief. 

Finally I can have them again.

I quickly latch onto his thumb and suck the rich flavor from his salted skin. He looks pleased and his eyes flick up behind me.

“She doesn’t seem fine. We drove her into heat.” Sylus is still teasing and Zayne humors him in playing along. 

“Mmm. I see. There’s several remedies for such a thing. . . Does our patient require an eval?” I press my thighs tighter together as Sylus continues to stare into my soul, his large hands slowly drawing circles along my thigh closest to him. 

“Y-Yes please, Dr. Zayne.” I moan softly as Zayne’s hand resting on my forehead travels into my hair and along my scalp a few times in a firm massage. 

“Comfort levels seem to be just fine. . .” His hand then trails down the back of my ear, along the side of my neck and my breath hitches as he brushes a sensitive spot. “Hm, sensitivity is high.” 

I feel like prey in their gazes. They’re enjoying watching me squirm as they touch every bare part of me within their reach. Zayne is the first to lean into me and press a kiss to the area where my neck and shoulder meet, a bit of his tongue brushing against me. 

“I apologize. I failed to communicate to you both how I was feeling and ended up having you both doubt yourselves in some way.” He sighs against my neck then rubs his nose with a deep inhale. “I care about you both, so much, it was never my intention to upset either of you.” 

The sincerity laced in his words hits me in other places than my heart with their combined touches. This is what I love most about our dynamic, that Zayne will always communicate but only bluntly and when necessary. Sylus is blessed with his hands, even smoother with his mouth. It shouldn’t be such a surprise he’d gotten Zayne to open up, I was as closed off as he was. 

Sylus is looking over my head at Zayne and there’s a look in his eyes that contrasts the smirk adorning his lips. His lips. . . 

His eyes flicker down to mine and his gaze completely changes. Almost like a predator finding its prey. 

“Thank you, Doctor. My unseen wounds are healed. There is however, something very urgent that needs care.” Zayne is able to rest his back against the soft plush of the wide sofa with me pressed against him as Sylus moves to hover above me. 

“That is?”

“A wounded Kitten.” 

Sylus presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, his free hand he isn’t using to prop himself up has started to grip at the thick parts of my inner thigh. My body jerks into his hold as he swallows my soft noises, eventually licking his way into my mouth as his rough fingertips dance higher.

“You’re so responsive, Y/N. I love the sounds you make. . .” Zayne’s voice is breathy in my ear as his own hands start to wander. While Sylus has made his way to my panties, right against my slit, Zayne grips my breast over the thin layer of clothing. 

I break away from the kiss with a loud moan puffing from my chest, curling my toes from the intense sensitivity of my hardened nipples and Zayne’s icy touch. 

“Please. . .” 

“Begging already?”

“I’ve been begging.”

“Tsk, feisty kitty.” Sylus chuckles and presses a trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth down to my neck where he bites my soft spot. A whiny moan forces itself out of me as my eyes roll back, clenching around his two fingers that abruptly entered me at the same moment. 

Zayne looks down, shook from the noise that came out of me and Sylus soothes the area with a lick and a kiss whilst looking at him proudly. 

“She’s a goner right now, she’ll be back as soon as she feels my tongue.” Sylus is nonchalant as Zayne whispers praises in my ear, lulling me deeper into a pleasured haze. 

Two hard spasms around Sylus’ fingers then I’m coming hard. My cum drips down his wrist and veiny arm as he slowly curls his fingers upwards, rubbing a soft patch against my walls. 

“Good girl-” They both say at the same time, Zayne in a whisper while Sylus groans from the sight. They make brief eye contact before Sylus is diving down to my pussy, ripping another pair of panties in a haste. 

His mouth latches onto my clit and my eyes shoot open, blinking through warm tears as my legs curl up to my chest. Mixtures of whines and moans tumble from my lips while Zayne’s hand found its way under my slip against my bare breast, just resting, with my nipple between two fingers while the other has my cheek cradled while he presses kisses to my temple. 

“You’re doing so good, Darling. You haven’t squirmed once while getting cleaned up.” Zayne praises and I blush while biting back another moan. “Can I hear that pretty voice again, hm?” 

I look up at him with teary vision and he’s flushed, a bit of sweat making the tips of his hair damp. His eyes are full of awe and love. It makes me clamp around Sylus’ head which earns me a delicious groan against my clit. 

“A-Ah! It feels so-oh good.” I can barely get words out as my throat has grown a bit scratchy. It seems to satisfy Zayne as he leans in and presses his nose right up under my ear with another deep inhale. 

Moments later he’s pressing a cool, marble sized ice sphere to my lips and I part, humming in relief from the cool temperature and its quick melting that soothes my throat. 

Sylus sits up from his feasting, using his handkerchief to wipe my slick from his chin. He tosses it onto the coffee table and starts to rip the rest of my panties off while Zayne gently sits me up to adjust his hard erection. 

“However you like tonight Kitten, I’ve had my fill for now. I’m fine to wait in our bedroom.” Sylus’ large hand takes up most of my tummy as he rubs warm circles.

“No- I want both of you. Please. . .” A glint flashes in his crimson eyes.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Zayne gently rakes his fingers along my scalp. 

“Positive. Green, very green right now.” I see Sylus look over me at Zayne for a few seconds then he looks back at me. 

“Very well. Bedroom. Now.” He plants one foot on the fluffy rug then hauls me up with one arm over his shoulder. I yelp at the sudden change in axis and he playfully spanks my bare ass. 

Through my swaying hair I see Zayne following close behind as Sylus leads us to our shared bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot and slips out of his own house slippers near the entrance. 

Zayne shuts us in the darkness then moments later our chamber is glowing in warm changing LEDs. I bounce on the bed a bit from Sylus’ gentle dismount then crawls backwards up towards the headboard.

“Let me-”

“Wait.” Sylus stops Zayne from rushing to me with a firm grip around the man’s waist. Zayne grabs the very arm and looks at Sylus in question, finding an expression with vulnerability. “This is our first time. All together. I’ll let you of course but, don’t neglect me Doctor.” 

Zayne blushes from the neck up and his grip tightens around Sylus’ forearm, holding him there before pushing his arm away. 

“I’m not your prey.” 

I make eye contact with him and he’s got a look in his eyes that doubles down on his words. He uses one hand to pull his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his detailed, toned body. 

He’s been having trouble sleeping since adjusting to staying here more often and Sylus had offered to help with intense workouts. It’s starting to show at this moment as I notice his physique is almost as broad as Sylus’.

Slender, long fingers slip into his waistband and rids himself of his sweats in quick and precise movements. He kicks them to the side then he’s crawling onto the thick comforter towards me. 

I catch sight of his scars on his arm as he cages me in against the pillows in a plank and can’t stop myself from pressing gentle kisses. He allows me for a few kisses before he’s grabbing my chin and turning my attention to him.

I know my eyes must be teary with all my pent up dopamine finally releasing. I feel so incredibly happy and safe when I’m in their presence, I feel the urge to express it in the language I know best. 

Catching him while he’s off guard, leaning in to kiss me, I quickly wrap my legs around his thick thighs and use all my strength to propel forward into the kiss. I’m mindful to not headbutt him in the process while his body gives in and flips us successfully with me straddling him. 

Zayne’s hands steady our rocking bodies with a firm grip on my ass, huffing soft moans and grunts into the kiss. I hear a whistle from behind and it makes me break away slowly, saliva still connecting us as the weight of Sylus joining us makes my hips grind right onto the tip of his dick. 

“Ah~!” I gasp, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled up. My need to please Zayne is just as strong. For some reason, seeing him blush like that earlier from Sylus had me slightly jealous that it seems he could get the man to soften in a way I hadn’t before. I must hear his sweet sounds, for me.

“Kitten is digging in her claws. Careful, she might swallow you whole.” Sylus taunts while reaching out, resting his large hand over Zayne’s right one on my ass. 

The mix of their hot and cold touch has me reeling into Zayne, pressing sloppy aimed kisses to his lips that he doesn’t seem to mind receiving, returning each one. I feel Sylus other hand start to creep towards my pussy again and it snaps me back. 

“W-Wait.” I push myself up and look down to meet Zayne’s gaze. “I wanna taste you.” I don’t mean my words to come out in a plea but it does and I feel his grip on me tighten as he nods his head once.

Sylus gives me enough room to move, Zayne resting in a comfortable half sitting position as I arch onto my knees. As I’m nuzzling my face against his warm cock, a stinging pain shoots across my ass with a loud thwack!

“Ah!” 

“Don’t play with your food, Kitten. Be a good girl, and eat.” Sylus’ familiar tone of no-nonsense is back and I do as I’m told, gladly. 

Zayne helps me out of his briefs and I quickly toss them to the side, biting my lip as I take in all his glory. He reaches out and drags his thumb along my chin then pulls down, my lip slipping free of my teeth. 

“I love when you do that. . . I always know you’re about to treat me better than I deserve.” His words are soft spoken with eye contact unwavering. 

“My favorite thing to do is give you everything you deserve.” I take his base in a gentle grip and guide his red, leaking tip to my lips to press a kiss. His breath hitches while he maintains eye contact with me and I begin to kitten lick as another reminding spank makes me wrap my lips around him and suck. 

Zayne’s breathy moans fill the room, my gaze landing on him every now and then to see him watching me with a rosy face while he bites his fist. I’m sure to take my hands away and brace myself against his thick thighs then soon transition to a deeper arch as I slide my arms beneath his bent legs to wrap around his waist. Like this he’s able to thrust deeper into my throat, his moans start to turn into borderline whining when my nose hits his pelvis. My eyes roll back from the slight airflow restriction as he pumps a few deep strokes before pulling me away with a fist full of my hair. 

I feel my pussy leaking all over my thighs as I’ve been constantly twitching throughout. Zayne’s heated body is heaving as he takes in deep breaths, soothing my hair and puffy lips with his soft touches. I slip his thumb into my mouth and suck the salty taste from it, moaning for good measure. 

“Such a cock hungry Kitten. Always need a hole filled, hm?” Sylus is closer now, his warmth at my backside, while his hands reach out and slide up and down my bare sides from where my slip had ridden up. 

“Yes- Please Sy-” Another spank. “Sir! Sorry, Sir. M’so cock hungry I can’t think straight.” Zayne’s grip tightens on my chin at my words and I smirk up at him, not too shocked he’d like that title as well. 

When we’re intimate we’re mostly vanilla. He loves eating me out and leaving wet kisses all over before he’s satisfied enough to dick me down. Sylus loves to be the one in control, ensuring roles and rules that we both make and agree on so that when we’re in moments of passion we know each other’s limits. He’s keen on the title ‘Sir’ these days after I convinced him to sit with me through studying while he was in his office cleaning off his guns. I’d responded to a question with “Yes Sir” in a teasing tone that resulted in me bent over his desk, homework abandoned.  “Don’t think things are different just cause Zayne’s here, Sweetheart.” He takes two fingers and slides them through my wet lips, spreading and closing them to watch my slick drip out. With the same fingers he brings it to his cock he’d been freed long ago as he watched the show. His kitten giving the best head, almost envious of his partner. “Gonna fuck you open and I want you to continue, yeah?” I know it’s not a question as I dig my fingers into Zayne's hips while pressing mine back at the feel of his tip lining up.

"Yes, Sir." I give Zayne a toothy smile, his eyes lidded while he still struggles with his arousal. Seeing how Sylus and I interact with each other is clearly a turn on. His tip is constantly twitching and oozing precum that I lick up eagerly then slide his whole dick back down my throat.

"Fuck!" Zayne grips my hair in a tight, messy ponytail as his hips jerk upwards and he starts to subtly thrust through my bobbing until eventually I let him take the lead guiding my head while I leak all over Sylus's tip that easily slides in thanks to his skilled tongue.

There's many scenarios I'd daydream about when it came to having both my boyfriends at once. One did go a little like this but nothing compares to the real thing. Every little touch has me gushing and eager for the next.

Sylus has entered a bruising pace, he's found a spot nestled deep inside that only he can reach with his thick tip. It's snagging a bit, applying a pressure that we both feel. His huffing and deep moans spur me on, sucking Zayne as a release that earns me a beautiful whiny moan. His face is a deep blush, sweat now completely formed and streaking down his sideburns.

I can see in his gaze he's fighting to stay in the moment, too taken with pleasure. I feel a swell in my chest close to my heart as I moan around him. "Y/N, a-ha. . ." He's panting, unable to communicate and I hum around him, making him whimper again before tugging on my scalp, a cool sensation starting to caress my scalp.

"Zayne." Sylus voice booms in the room and it makes Zayne eyes widen. His arm is coated in soft flurries down to his wrist connecting to my hair which has partially froze at the base of the makeshift ponytail.

I let out a whiny moan myself as he gently pulls me off his dick with my built up saliva dribbling down to his balls. I pout up at him, my pout deepening as Sylus' slowed thrust come to a halt buried against my cervix.

"Zaaayne~"

"Kitten." Sylus warns. When Sylus barely offers any words I know his eyes must be doing the talking. Zayne has gotten control of his breathing, his legs returning flat to the bed.

"He's right, my love. I need to always be in control, I should never hurt you. Not when I can bring you pleasure, which is what you deserve." Zayne's hand falls from my hair as the flurries start to retreat and dissipate. My stiff ponytail melts and drops, cascading around my shoulders and back to meet Sylus' hands resting there.

I hadn't noticed, until I caught glimpse through teary eyes of the flurries vanishing, what happened and why things stopped.

Zayne had lost control of his Evol?

Something about getting Zayne to that point surges another wave of arousal through me. I know he'd never hurt me, no matter the circumstance, and him coming close to freezing my head in place for his own pleasure should frighten me yet. . . it makes me proud.

"Tsk. Just as I said, sick Kitten." Sylus smirks down at where our bodies meet watching and feeling my constant clenching. He delivers another spank, kneading my rosy flesh as it starts to redden into a large handprint. "She liked that, mmph- maybe even loved it."

"This is your doing." Zayne directs his comment towards Sylus.

"Aht- There will be no kink shaming in my bed. I can very well show you who's doing it really is." His eyes cut down to me, reaching a hand out to grip the back of my hair and tug me up against his chest, pushing deeper into my leaking cunt.

"Syl- mmh!" Sylus grips my throat, cutting off my words and a bit of air flow.

"Seems I'll be able to show you rather than play games with you, Doctor. This bad Kitten just can't seem to remember her manners." He lets out an airy laugh, "Clenching me tighter than a fucking Boa. Easy." He grits out while releasing my throat for me to breathe properly, moving his hands to my breast instead. He's kneeling back with me sitting in his lap, arched against his hands, squirming impatiently.

"Fine, since you're so eager to. Ride.'' I lift my hips soon as the words leave his lips and slam back down in relief. Sylus loves when I ride him. He always has me face him, demanding "I need to see those pretty eyes when you come undone". He must be doing this for Zayne, putting on a show for him.

One that he seems to be enjoying. He has his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking up and down in slow, controlled wrist movements. He's using my drool as lube, squeezing when he gets to the tip to push out fresh precum.

Watching his lewd acts makes my hips speed up, hips rising higher towards Sylus' tip to slam back down. The silver haired man watches me in awe, toying with my nipples over the material as he huffs out soft moans.

"My lap is soaked, Darling. Ovulation must be here, hm?" Sylus leans forward to hug me close and lick a long stripe up my neck. I feel my belly burn with a familiar tightness as I clench harder, hips starting to slow as I reach my peak. "Tsk." Sylus takes control and slides his hands down to my waist, gripping firmly before absolutely pounding up into me.

"Ah! Yes- Yes, fuck, S-Sir feels s'good. . There!" Sylus hits a spot he's never struck before, a blinding pain shoots through me and my head snaps down on instinct, a few tears dropping onto a very prominent bulge. Sylus' mushroom tip pokes under my belly button with each thrust and pornographic moans fill the room from all three of us.

I catch sight of Zayne thrusting up into his fist, leaving just his tip in the tightest part of his grasp as ropes of cum shoot from his tip. It lands messily all over his hand, wrist, arm and abdomen. I clench around Sylus one last time before spasms hit as I come hard.

I squeal from Sylus' sudden deep thrust and bite to my neck as he too empties his load in my womb. Another thing he always does. Because of my job as a Hunter, I placed myself on birth control through Zayne but that doesn't affect Sylus' want/need of rounding my belly with his kids.

"Such a good fucking girl. . ." Sylus kisses his bite mark, proud of himself for leaving behind a reminder. "You squirted all over Zayne." Sylus chuckles as I look down with wide eyes to find Zayne covered in my juices, a thick string of it still connecting us. I look up to meet his eyes and he gives me a lazy smile.

"The most beautiful thing I've had the pleasure of being part of." Zayne speaks softly, his voice has an edge to it. His eyes trail down my body, stopping at where my slip falls to cover me when Sylus unwraps his arms from me. "Take it off."

Sylus wastes no time in my stead and I quickly raise my arms. He tosses it to the side and guides my arms back down, engulfing me into a self hug in his embrace. He breathes me in for a few seconds then he slowly unravels, pressing a kiss to my head before using my hips to gently remove me from his still erect dick.

"Come here, my little Snowflake." I can feel Sylus rubbing and gently pushing his cum back into me granting him soft moans. Once he's satisfied he gently nudges me forward and I nearly collapse onto Zayne but he's quick to catch me in a firm grip. "Aw, our sweet girl is tired?"

At the notion of not having Zayne inside of me I quickly shake my head, struggling a bit with shaky legs to crawl onto him. "No- No, please. I need you, Zay. Please-"

"Shh. There's no need to beg," Zayne's playful smile reaches his eyes as they crinkle in the corner and while staring into the comforting abyss of his irises I see his gaze slowly change as his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. "Let me take good care of you."

He flips us similarly as I had earlier, only he cradles my head while supporting my back. His lips are slow and persistent against mine, I can taste his words. I love you's, I need you's- "I adore you so much, Y/N. This, with you both, means so much." He acknowledges Sylus, who is cleaned with a black towel resting across his waist as he sits against the headboard next to us.

His eyes are soft as he trails his fingertips along my scalp, inching his way down to brush them against Zayne's. While busy lining himself up, he slips his hand into Sylus' as he sinks inside.

"Hah~" His breath is warm against my open lips, soft moans sending him into a steady, needy pace. "Wanna fill you, my heart." His other hand struggles to find a spot to grip onto, over taken by my wet walls. I help him by guiding it to my breast, knowing that he loves to toy with them. Zayne catches on right away, placing a brisk kiss to my lips then trailing down to my neck. He nudges his nose near Sylus' marks then I feel his cold, wet tongue licking the area in prep for his own.

My entire body buzzes from their lustful craze. Both men are extraordinary when it comes to stamina in the bed and having to take them both tonight makes my pulse quicken, pussy clench, and toes curl. I want nothing more than to be completely theirs, forever and always.

"Y/N baby, I gotta move. Relax for me." Zayne's soft chuckle snaps me out of my haze and I blush, embarrassed from disassociating at a moment like now.

"I'm sorry-"

"Shh. . . Never be sorry for that, sweet girl. It's just- I need to release urgently."

I nod, willing myself to relax with a deep controlled breath and slowly I feel my walls loosen and Zayne twitches, grunting as his hips stutters forward, releasing a bit of precum. He presses a kiss to my temple then eases up into a kneeling position. I feel his thick cock slip deeper to my cervix sending a tingle up my spine.

Zayne is gentle and firm with gripping under my knees to push my legs back and onto his shoulders. He continues to rest inside while he leans into my left calf, pressing soft kisses and nibbles. When he hears my hitched breath and soft moans his hips start in slow, deep rolls.

My hands fly outwards to grip onto anything and my right lands on pining my right thigh to my chest while the other brushes Sylus' erect dick. He hisses and catches my wrist before I could do any damage, turning it to rub circles into my wrist with his thumb.

"Don't lose your mind just yet, Kitten." I know very well he's telling me to reserve energy for another round and with how deprived I've been I don't mind if they break me tonight.

I ease my wrist from his grasp and he allows me as I trail towards the black towel, flicking it with my fingertips to reveal him. He's warm in my palm as I struggle to grip him fully thanks to his girth. His touch to my scalp returns and anytime I grip him his fingers tugs deliciously. I try my best to keep with Zayne's thrust that have sped up, he's moved to my feet now, pressing kisses to my in-step arch.

"Fuck! Yes! There, please- Zayne!" I feel my stomach coil as quickly as it snaps, sending me into a quick intense orgasm. Sylus moves quick to kneel beside me, my hand slipping, as I watch him lean forward and grab the back of Zayne's neck. My eyes widen as he leads the flushed man towards him into a clashing kiss. For a moment they're still then Sylus leads the kiss, playing dirty tricks against Zayne to get him to open his mouth and lick into it.

I take Zayne's bruising thrusts and tight grip at my hip, feeling him swell and pump three hard times deep into my womb before spilling his seed. I feel warm, fuzzy and stuffed with cum. I whimper as he continues to rock into me with his soft hair brushing against my clit. Sylus' hand on his throat pushes him back from the kiss and Zayne's head droops as he sucks in air.

"Pull out." He listens and rests his hand on my tummy as he slowly pulls out trying not to bring his cum with him.

"Good-"

"Don't. Finish that." Zayne groans, gently pushing at Sylus' chest. He chuckles deeply, canines flashing as he leans in and steals a kiss from Zayne's cheek.

"Only if you promise to be just that."

And he does. They quickly understand each other as they work around my body for the rest of the night till Dawn.