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synopsis: edging them bc i want to see them beg thank you !

content: SMUT (mdni)

zayne . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ .

He got home late again.

You heard the door open and close quietly, the telltale sound of Zayne’s boots being eased off by the front door. It was past midnight — his shift had clearly run long. You weren’t angry. Not really. But you'd spent the evening alone, wearing the silk set he liked, and now your need sat just beneath your skin like heat rising from a banked fire.

You stayed curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, feigning disinterest when he stepped into the room. His coat was slung over one arm, his shirt sleeves pushed up, forearms bare and dusted with flour from some emergency nutrition break at the hospital. His hair was a little messy — damp at the temples, like he'd run water through it in frustration.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth like velvet pulled taut. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

[♕]: warnings— mdni!! fem!reader, smutty hcs, basic smut <3 [♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: if you have any suggestions feel free to visit my "consult with the princess" ask on my page!

SYLUS.

"use those words kitten, you had so much to say earlier surely you can speak now."

"say it. louder."

"move your hand, unless you'd prefer I'd tie them."

"Such a good girl, that's it take it deeper."

ZAYNE.

"You don't have to beg my love, just ask me."

"Say my name."

"Say thank you. —"Good girl."

"Eyes on me, or I'll stop."

CALEB.

"so pretty so sweet—can't get enough of you pips."

"fuck, pips if you keep moaning like that m'not gonna last."

"aww don't cry sweets, just give me one more okay?"

"don't run, you can take it."

XAVIER.

"mark me up star, wanna feel you on me."

"don't cover your mouth, I wanna hear you cry for me."

"That's it let go for me, make a mess for me star."

RAFAYEL.

"you sound so sweet when you cry, almost makes me feel bad for punishing you."

"right there hm? Is that sweet spot gonna make you come?"

"So impatient, a little begging might make this go faster."

"Don't squirm, the paint needs to dry cutie."

cw : smut, ovulation mention, blowjob, kitchen sex, yes very FILTHY

a/n : i wrote this when I was ovulating and craving men against my will so immediately thought of Caleb and (s)creamed.

Caleb hums softly under his breath, stirring the pot on the stove, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips. His bare back muscles shift and ripple with every small movement, broad shoulders tapering down to that scrumptious waist you love to grab onto.

“You know,” he calls out without turning, “I’m not your personal chef, pipsqueak.”

You grin, padding quietly up behind him until your chest is flush against his back, your arms wrapping around his waist tightly. Your soft tits press into him, your cheek smushed against the planes of his back, and you hear his breath catch before he lets out a small, helpless sigh, continuing to stir the food like it’s just another normal monday morning.

“You’ve been going to the gym too much, haven’t you?” you mumble, fingers spreading over his abs and sliding up to his firm pecs, squeezing them gently. “Your chest feels bigger… ‘s not fair.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, “You’re being extra clingy today.”

You groan softly, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging it down just enough to glimpse the dark trail of hair disappearing under it. “Of course I am… I’m ovulating.”

His stirring slows, and you hear his voice come out strained. “You’re clingy when you’re on your period too.”

“Yeah,” you reply nonchalantly, pressing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, “but during ovulation, I crave men…” You smirk against his warm skin, “And you’re the only one around, so…”

He freezes, shoulders tense under your touch. “You’re being… shameless,” he whispers, voice trembling slightly. He sets the spoon down, turning around to face you, and your arms slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

Your eyes meet his purple ones, and you hit him with the puppiest eyes he’s ever seen—wide, pleading, glimmering with innocence despite the sinful pout curving your lips.

“Would you let me suck your dick then…?” you ask softly, voice dripping with want.

Caleb.exe stops functioning.

He blinks. Once. Twice. His brain completely buffering as his jaw drops slightly, cheeks flushing pink up to his ears.

“Wh—WHAT WAS THAT, PIPSQUEAK?!??????!!??” he sputters, voice cracking as he instinctively backs up until his lower back hits the counter. His eyes dart down to your lips, then back to your eyes, then down again as his sweatpants begin to tighten dangerously.

You don’t give him time to process. You drop to your knees between his legs, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his already half-hard cock. His breath hitches, his big hands gripping the counter behind him for support as he watches you with wide, dazed eyes.

“Wait—baby, you—” But his words are cut off by a broken moan as you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, tasting his salty precum before wrapping your lips around his flushed tip. His head falls back against the cabinet with a thud, chest heaving, his purple eyes glassy with tears of pleasure.

“F-fuck… pips… too good… too good at this…” he pants out, his voice trembling as you take him deeper, your throat relaxing around his length. His thighs tremble under your palms as you grip them for support, sucking him with slow, sloppy bobs of your head, your tongue swirling around his girth.

He lets out a strangled cry, one hand flying down to grip your hair tight. “Stop—baby, fuck, stop I’m gonna—”

But instead of pulling you away, his hips snap forward, slamming his cock all the way down your throat. You gag, eyes rolling back with tears streaming down your cheeks as he holds you there, his tip pressed against the tight heat of your throat.

“S-sorry—!” he chokes out, voice breaking as he tries to pull back, but you swallow around him desperately, the vibrations making him let out a broken whimper. His hips buck again, fucking into your mouth without control, your drool dripping down his balls and onto the floor.

When he finally pulls out, chest heaving, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, you’re a complete mess—saliva and precum smeared across your lips, your eyes hazy with lust.

“pips…” he whispers, his voice trembling as he cups your face gently. But when you look up at him with that same sinful pout, tongue poking out to lick his precum off your lips, something snaps inside him.

Within seconds, he’s pulling you up, slamming his lips against yours as he lifts you onto the kitchen counter. He tears your panties off, his cock sliding through your soaked folds before thrusting into you with a guttural moan. Your loud cry fills the kitchen as your walls clench around him, tight and hot, making him tremble above you.

“Fuck—baby, I’m gonna make your ovulation worth it,” he growls against your lips, his hips snapping into you relentlessly. “Gonna fill you up… again and again… until you’re leaking all over my kitchen.”

Your fingers claw at his back, moaning shamelessly as he fucks you harder, his thick cock dragging against all the right spots until your vision blurs. The pot on the stove bubbles over, steam rising, but neither of you care. All you can hear is his ragged moans, the slap of skin against skin, and his broken whimpers of your name as he cums deep inside you, making your ovulation very much worth it.

© 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai

Hey guys, and welcome back to a special collaboration with @jinwoosbabyboo as we proudly present the first-ever (to our knowledge) fic featuring the Deepspace Hunter and protagonist of the LADS game, Miss MC~!

I would like to give a special shoutout to @dissociativewriter for helping me to tie up the loose ends and making sure the fic flows cohesively :3 If you haven't checked out the blogs of these incredibly talented writers yet, you should definitely check them out~!

Have a great week and I will see you all on Saturday when the request inbox opens up~!

content warnings: shameless flirting + touchy-feely deepspace hunter, references to myths/routes, minors dni, hints of an office romance, angst, fem!reader.

divider by @omi-resources

Love and Deepspace shook the world with its debut as a romance mobile game; the smooth 3D animations, the lore, and the storylines for each character who was compatible with the protagonist in every way. The game’s only glaring flaw was how much storage space it consumed after downloading, but that didn’t stop anyone, including you, from playing Love and Deepspace.

You tried to log into the game regularly so you could collect the daily rewards and increase your chances of collecting a rare myth, but it was hard when life got in the way. Adulting sucks, but it was a necessary evil. You couldn’t pay for your groceries and other bills by sitting at home all day on your phone unless your boss had accepted your request to work remotely in the company’s IT department. Last time you checked, it was still sitting on their desk, buried beneath mountains of paperwork and sticky notes.

Such is life, right? You just have to be patient, and good things will happen so long as you put in the work, the time. No one likes an employee who slacks off even when they’ve got hours upon hours of overtime, right? Or so that’s what you used to tell yourself. Yes, you are using past tense because that had happened in your first life, which came to a screeching halt after a car blew through a red light and collided into you when the crosswalk sign clearly allowed pedestrians to walk at the intersection.

Truck-kun was not responsible for transporting you into a pixelated world where Wanderers roamed the streets of Linkon and only the Hunters could stop them; the setting of Love and Deepspace, but not as a Hunter who fought alongside the beautiful protagonist. You worked from a cubical on the Association’s fifth floor, providing tech support and information for their Hunters, sort of like Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. You did not know how to do it every day without breaking a sweat, yet the information was all there in your head; the protocols, the encryption channels, even what was MC’s favorite caffeinated beverage at SakuraBakes because you always bought it for her.

It had been fun to immerse yourself in the game’s romantic routes and the lore when there was a plastic barrier between you and the app, but this was your new reality. MC has already met and interacted professionally with three of the love interests: her wayward coworker Xavier, the cardiac surgeon Zayne, and the dramatic artist Rafayel. She would head to the N109 Zone to investigate to the sighting of an Aether Core. Things would become chaotic upon encountering Sylus, and that’s an understatement unless she avoids deliberately provoking him.

MC might be an asset to UNICORN and a model Hunter in the eyes of the Association, but that’s not a valid excuse for being recklessly impulsive out in the field with her heart condition.

There have been many days when you wanted and have cuffed her on the back of the head like Gibbs did to Dinozzo when he did something stupid. Yes, you have watched a lot of crime shows in the past. Yes, you knew that the protagonist of Love and Deepspace is supposed to be a kind, beautiful human being who deserves nothing but undying devotion and love after all the horrors she had suffered as a child in the lab.

But she’s still your partner, and you are her handler. You looked out for each other, through better or for worse, at least until she left for the N109 Zone. You just hoped this mission would last longer than previous ones, at least long enough for you to quietly leave the Association before MC returned to Linkon. You had already written a resignation letter for Jenna and submitted your resume to several job sites, with an interview lined up for the following Wednesday.

You have played your part in her life, and soon you will be nothing but a footnote in the romance that spans several lifetimes. You just hoped she will find happiness just as you hope to have a peaceful life away from the game’s overarching plot.

“There she is, my favorite girl~!”

The scent of leather and lavender tickling your nose as a pair of arms coiled themselves loosely around your neck. You needn’t have turned around to identify the person hugging you from behind, although her actions caused you to momentarily freeze amidst your pen scratching across the pile of papers in front of you. “Last I checked, Tara was your favorite.”

“Aw, are you jealous~?”

“Nope.” You deadpanned before your fingers glided across the top of the documents, shoving them into the manilla folder on your left and placing it on your right. “Here’s all the intel I’ve collected for your next mission; the Nest, Solon Hotel, and Charon.”

“Charon?”

“The largest trading hub in the N109 Zone that sells everything, trinkets to classified information.” You answered, leaning back slightly and towards MC. “Once you’re inside, comms will more than likely disconnect to avoid the channel being hacked.” You glanced your shoulder. “You’ll be on your own, so make sure you memorize everything here in this file before you leave.” You tapped against the folder to emphasize the seriousness of the situation. “We clear?”

“Absolutely.”

You frowned as you watched the protagonist reach for the folder on your desk with one hand, the other still loosely dangling around your collarbone. But if she knew the risks of this scenario, then why could you hear her heart thrumming against your back? Was she having palpitations? Or is she eager to leave for the N109 Zone, believing she will find out who killed Josephine and Caleb? Should you be concerned for MC at all when you will be out of her life soon? You sighed, covering her palm with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Memorize the file, keep a low profile, find the Aethercore, get out. You got this, MC.”

Her breath hitched against the shell of your ear. “Yeah.” She swallowed. “Yeah, I know.” Her grip on your shoulder tightened. “I have to.” The shakiness in her voice soon evaporated into a cheeky tone as she rubbed her cheek against yours. “Who else is going to make sure you come out of the office, get some sunshine and sugar into your system before you hide away from the world in this cubicle until it’s time to go home?”

You rolled your eyes. “Nero, obviously.” You winced a little as her the tips of her manicured nails dug into your shoulder.

“Nero? I’m hurt, [First Name]!” You really didn’t get what the big deal was, because what you said is true. You and Nero were co-workers. He was a nice person and always made sure you were taking care of yourself when MC wasn’t around the office. So why was there a steely edge in the protagonist’s voice, as if she were actually jealous of him? Maybe that’s just her being clingy. Her actions in Caleb’s route were similar, but intensified to match his own obsession with MC.

But even after your return to the real world, whether it happened because of a system error or something else entirely, the truth of how MC really felt would remain hidden from you. What was the truth? Well, she had been the happiest when she was with you and not with the love interests. Having lunch together in the break room, playing at the Kitty Cafe on your shared days off or standing in line to get boba tea after a long afternoon of window shopping.

When she said that she appreciated everything you did, she meant it. Bringing her extra food to an investigation area if a case was taking longer to wrap up, making sure she took her meds or helped lace up her boots so she didn’t trip, sending her text messages to have a good day or simple good morning with a coffee gif, you name it.

You weren’t just a handler to MC - you were her rock.

You grounded her. You reassured her that she is loved, worthy of love, and, like everyone else, flawed—and that’s okay. So why?

Why did you leave Linkon without saying a word? Why did you leave a letter in Jenna’s possession with her that explained why you had resigned from the Association instead of just saying it to her face? Why did you believe you were undeserving of being by her side, and that the men she’s worked with - Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, even Sylus - were the ones who loved her most of all? Why did their opinions matter when all she wanted is you?

She needed to know the truth. She needed to hear it from you, so please let her find you. Please let her know you are all right, even if you never want to come back to the city. Just give her a sign, a text, an email, something!

“You’re a real bitch for leaving me like this. You know that, right?” MC mumbled as she stared forlornly at the last picture you two took together, sitting in a cubicle - yours, but now void of vibrant colors and the kitty plushies you won at the claw machine. At first glance, the picture is nothing special; selfie in the park, dressed casually, with SakuraBakes paper cups in your hands. You looked like a grumpy cat who was rudely awakened by her human as you frowned at the camera lens. But MC knew you. You weren’t unhappy, you were just….emotionally constipated. That’s why your frown didn’t match the bright sparkle in your eyes. She sighed, caressing the screen with the pad of her thumb. Her phone kept pinging, notifying her of text messages from Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb, Zayne, even Sylus of all people. But her attention didn’t waver from the photo.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m just - I’m just lost without you. I miss you, and I should have said something instead of pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t.” MC swallowed a sob, feeling hot tears building up behind her lashes. “You completed me [First Name], and nothing can take the feeling of being loved away, not even if my fate was written in the stars.”

— y is for yearning

caleb kissed your forehead every night before you fell asleep. you never noticed. always dozing too peacefully in his arms, breaths slow, heartbeat calm. but he did it anyway.

like a prayer. like a promise.

he kept little things too. napkins from cafes where you’d laughed at nothing, receipts with your doodles in the corners, blurry photos of your smile in low light. and sometimes, he’d write things on scraps of paper he never showed you.

‘you looked at me today and i forgot how to speak.’

‘i wish i could give you a world as warm as your laugh.’

‘she touched my hand and i almost collapsed.’

he folded them, tucked them into books, pockets, drawers. buried them like secret treasures he was too afraid to give you. because how could someone like him deserve someone like you?

you, who brightened every room with just your voice. you, who kissed the corner of his mouth when he was too shy to ask for more. you, who called him ‘cal’ like it was your favorite word.

you loved him, right? at least, he hoped.

but still, he didn’t say it. not out loud. not when you were awake. not until tonight.

you were lying on the couch together. your legs were draped across his lap, your face turned toward him, hair messy from your earlier nap. the tv was playing something neither of you were really watching. caleb was watching you. and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i think i love you.”

you blinked once, then again. your head tilted a little, lips parting like you hadn’t heard him right.

caleb panicked instantly. “wait—i didn’t mean it like that. or—i did, but not to make it weird, i just—fuck, sorry, i should’ve waited—”

“but caleb,” you said gently, your voice caught between confusion and a laugh. “i thought we’ve been dating for months?”

he froze.

you looked at him with wide, amused eyes. “like… do you think i’ve just been cuddling you, sleeping in your bed, and kissing you platonically?”

his mouth opened. closed. opened again. “…we’re dating?”

you snorted. “caleb.”

he buried his face in his hands. “oh my god.”

you crawled into his lap, hands cupping his face, pressing your forehead to his as he groaned into your shoulder.

“you’re so dumb,” you whispered fondly.

“i thought i was being subtle.”

“you leave me good morning notes every time you leave early.”

“those are just—helpful,” he mumbled, ears pink.

“one of them said, ‘thinking about your smile made my whole day worth it.’”

he groaned louder. you kissed his cheek. then the corner of his mouth. then softly, right against his lips. “i love you too, you idiot.”

and that time, when he kissed your forehead, you were awake and smiling.

hello!! thank you so much omg, id be more than glad to rec some alnst fics! and im glad you enjoyed my fics, i really appreciate it ^-^

tattoo (what's yours is mine) by ivanator (E, 7.7k, ivti) is a Beautiful canon compliant fic that delves into the physical branding of alnst characters and the lack of autonomy they have over their own bodies. it's so well written i love it sm

Risonanza by hanji (E, 57k, ivti) is a wonderful reincarnation au that i feel handles the characters meeting again really well!

blood on my shirt, rose in my hands by GallifreyanFairytale (T, 6.4k, ivti) is a great modern au with ivantill being Weird about each other and i love them. it's a childhood friends that meet again later in life fic and i spin it around in my head sm

i'm dumb and she's a lesbian by anonymous (T, 23k, ivti) is such a good highschool au where till realizes his feelings for ivan after finding out mizi is a lesbian. it's hilarious and adorable and overall a great time!!

you look so pretty when you put me down by justiceforfreddie (T, 14k, ivti) is a very fun jockemo 5+1 (five times ivan asked till out, one time till realized he was serious). i love the mutual pining and misunderstanding in this one it's very ivantill

100% Love Gauge by choux_panbun (T, ongoing, ivti) is a lovely complex fic about till gaining the ability to see everyone's affection level for him. i love how they characterize till in this and go into his guilt pertaining to his ability. it's very good and i'm always very excited when it updates! (i've been following since ch 1 lmao)

seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects by renkinjutsushi (M, 26k, ivti) is another incredible reincarnation au that has Such a good discussion scene between till and ivan. it feels very in character and it's written beautifully. absolutely love this one

looking through your lense by theboynamedcrow (M, 15k, ivti) is one of my all time favorites!! it's a college au where till finds out ivan's feelings for him, tries to help him get over him, then starts to realize his own feelings. it is so, so good and well written. a must read imo

your gaze (a singular act) by fableowilba_booksandanime (M, 5.1k, ivti) is an insanely well written exploration of ivan's feelings for till in a canon compliant/divergent universe. the pining is so so well done and i adore this fic to smithereens

a song you've never heard by jjoy03 (G, 9.6k, ivti) is a very well done modern au fic where till plays piano at a hotel lounge that ivan works at. i love till's characterization in particular in this one, i can just tell it was written with so much love for him as a character and it's so so good.

that's all for now since this is becoming very long but! im always happy to compile more fic recs as i love reading alnst fics so very much. a lot of talented writers in this fandom!! (sorry these were all ivti btw i think my favorite ship is a little too obvious dsjvb)

On one hand, we have Mizi claiming "I did not love her enough"

On the other hand, we have Ivan claiming "He did not love me in the slightest"

And both of them were so wrong

was Till to look back at him

Four horsemen of the apocalypse - death

My horsemen of the apocalypse! I will add the original commentary and some extras, less about the symbolism and more about what brought me to design them the way I did.

The symbolism is for you to chose, there is no wrong answer.

WAR

I can't bring myself to represent war with a cool knight. It's horror. War is a bound child crowned with shrapnel, tied to a wounded horse that is being pulled forward by unseen people.

I've read a handful of books regarding war. A lost quote said that it should be shown as horror, it should make generals vomit, it should make you sick. I haven't seen war but my family has.

It was the first horseman I've designed, and it was in my sketchbook for months (maybe over a year, maybe even more) before I had the courage to draw it. I was really scared about how people would react to a mutilated child.

Recommended reading: The Red Crown - Mikhail Bulgakov, a short story about a man coping with the loss of his brother in the war

FAMINE

Someone who lived thro a famine shared that their head was only occupied with thoughts of food. Famine consumes your mind. All animals were eaten. Neighbors gave their pets away cuz they couldn't do it themselves. People walked around town as if in a dazed dream, slowly

Recommended reading: The Last Witnesses - Svetlana Alexievitch, a collection of testimonials of people who were children when WW2 began. Some quotes below;

'''A cat! A cat!' Other children saw it and started chasing it. The educators were local habitants, looked at us as if we were insane. In Leningrad there were no living cats left...A living cat was a dream. Food for one month...We talked about it, but they didn't believe us.''

''During the first year of evacuation, we didn't notice nature, everything that was nature provoked in us only one desire - taste to see if it's edible. Only a year later I noticed the beauty of the Urals''

''I dreamt of catching a sparrow and eating it...''

''A candle burns and the shopgirl cuts the bread pieces. People follow her with their gaze. Her every movement...with burning eyes...crazed...and all that in silence.''

''People walked slowly through the city like shadows. Like in a dream...a deep dream...As in, you see it, but you think you're seeing a dream. Those sluggish movements...floating...As if a person walked on water and not on land.''

''In Leningrad there are a lot of monuments, but one is missing that should exist. They forgot about it. The monument to the dogs of the seige. Dear doggy, forgive me...''

I don't like talking about it. It made no sense to draw Famine with a horse.

PESTILENCE

Based on the notes of a doctor who said the most frightening thing about viral disease was how it didn’t frighten. People didn’t know or didn't care. They lived and spread until it was too late and they became another name on the record

The clothing being made out of shredding plastic is no coincidence; pollution is a form of pestilence too

Recommended reading: Notes from a Countryside Doctor - Mikhail Bulgakov. Roughly translated quote below;

''Ah, I verified that here syphilis was frightening precisely because it did not frighten. That was why I evoked that woman.* I remembered her with a kind of affectionate respect: because she had been afraid. But she was the only one!''

*Early in the chapter, doctor mentions a woman that appeared in the clinic with a letter from her soldier husband, where he wrote that he had syphilis and told her she should go to the doctor too.

DEATH

Recommended reading: Voices of Chernobyl - Svetlana Alexievitch. The Death of Ivan Ilitch - Lev Tolstoi

“Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.”

Death is the only horseman that doesn’t need to mount their horse; they will reach everyone eventually. Who is the saddle for then? Open ended question because this one you have to figure out personally

Many people pointed out how the horse is a Clydesdale. Good eyes! I purposefully asked a friend to guide me towards what type of horses are the sturdiest and most-friendly looking. I drew the horse grazing. It's not injured, it doesn't gallop. It's grazing peacefully because life moves on.

This is the only design that had a painting serve as a base - The Reaper, by Alexey Venetsianov. Not much or nothing at all is written about, I saw it in a book. It is a literal reaper but it haunted me, as if it's portraying more than a person.

The choice to make it a woman was due to a book about a crematory (Smoke Gets in Your Eyes - Caitlin Doughty) that connected women to death because everyone born is bound to die.

Ahhh, I don't want to give it all away. It's fun to figure things out. About them all. From the enviroment, to the movement, to the horses themselves. Many people even mentioned details that I did not notice and didn't add purposefully that were so inspired and amazing. I truly mean that the interpretations of the public enrich the works even more than my own words. And it's an honor to share that work with everyone.

Based on the notes of a doctor who said the most frightening thing about viral disease was how it didn’t frighten. People didn’t know or didn't care. They lived and spread until it was too late and they became another name on the record.

you flirt back for the first time:

sylus

you say something like, “you keep looking at me like that, sylus… you’re gonna have to do something about it,” with a shy little smile.

he completely malfunctions. his eyes grow wide, he swallows hard, his heart visibly skipping a beat.

sylus stares at you like he’s trying to determine if you’re possessed. then, quietly, with his voice a little huskier than usual, “that’s new.”

he recovers fast, though. steps closer and gently brushes your hair behind your ear. “is this your way of telling me you want me to kiss you? because i’m listening.”

bonus:

… sylus.exe has crashed.

his lips part and his eyes darken. he stares for a moment, like he’s trying to decide between kissing you soft or ruining your life. eventually, he just breathes, “say that again. i dare you.”

zayne

you casually murmur, “if you’re gonna keep biting your lip like that, at least let me do it for you,” while scrolling your phone.

dead silent. zayne stops breathing. his jaw flexes, his pupils dilate.

“…excuse me?” his voice drops an octave and he looks at you like you just kicked open the doors to a side of you he definitely wants to explore.

he walks over real slow, tilts your chin up and says, “say that again. no, no—i need it word for word, baby. because if i heard what i think i heard…”

bonus:

zayne chokes on air. his head snaps around so fast, his whole brain reboots. “wait. what? you never—?!” he chuckles lowly. “okay, okay. who are you and what did you do with my sweet, shy angel?”

caleb

you’re teasing him during one of his gym sessions and say, “keep showing off like that and i might have to reward you. privately.”

caleb drops the dumbbell. literal pause. he stares at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly open like a golden retriever who just got called a bad boy.

“wait. wait. wait, back up. say that again?” he starts laughing, but it’s nervous, like he doesn’t know how to process it.

he immediately gets 10x more flirty and tries to re-assert dominance with a grin. “okay, but only if you’re the reward too.”

bonus:

his jaw clenches, breath catches and you can feel the tension shift. like something in him just snapped. he leans back, clears his throat and gives a tiny smirk. “you’re playing with fire, and i’m not the type to pull away when i get burned.”

xavier

you’re both deep into a high-risk deepspace operation. he’s focused, assessing potential threats, guns calibrated, his hud flickering with tactical readouts. you, cool as ever, lean in behind him and murmur through the comms. “you look sexy when you’re in control like this. makes me want to follow your every order… after hours.”

immediate system crash. xavier stops walking, literally halts mid-movement in zero gravity like his whole code just corrupted.

“…repeat that,” he says into the comm, voice a little rough, a lot lower than usual. he doesn’t turn to face you. he’s trying to regain composure while actively calculating threat levels.

he doesn’t miss a beat on the mission afterward, but the tight grip on his weapon and the way he refuses to look at you say everything: you broke him.

bonus:

he stammers, short-circuits, then just covers his face and laughs into his hands quietly. “okay. that’s unfair. you can’t just… out-flirt me like that.”

rafayel

you’re watching him get dressed and casually comment, “if you’re going to tease me with that shirt unbuttoned, the least you can do is let me take it off for you.”

rafayel blinks, twice. “what did you just say?” not offended, not teasing. he’s actually stunned.

a slow, devilish smile starts to curl on his lips as he puts down whatever he was holding. he steps toward you and murmurs, “are you seducing me? because i have to warn you… i’m very easy to seduce.”

bonus:

rafayel freezes. for one glorious second there’s silence. then he smiles a bit mischievously. “oh? okay, i see you. someone’s been hiding from me the whole time.” he never lets it go, but he wants more of your flirty side. “you gonna flirt like that again, or was i just blessed once?”