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You freeze, pulse jumping- then the giggling starts, bubbling up your chest until you're doubled over with peals of laughter rattling you.

“Oh my god, you actually said it-” you say, giddy with a wide grin on your face.

He yanks you back towards him, his grip firm. "Did you really think you could escape?"

You clutch the fabric of his shirt, fist curling into the cotton in a desperate attempt to vent some of the giddiness . “Damn, that's- that's really hot,”

He chuckles, nose brushing your temple, traces of roughness lingering in his voice when he speaks. “I should've seen this coming.” His free hand skims up your thigh. “Why don't we see how else I can… villainize this evening, kitten?”

“Show me what you’ve got,”

You squeak when he surges forward, but instead of a searing kiss, he only brushes his lips against yours. You frown in confusion, and soon realise he’s watching you with amusement glittering in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be a villain if I gave you everything you wanted, kitten,” he muses.

(Just when you think he’s done, he goes on to show you what he really meant by villainizing the night.)

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ZAYNE

It's a lazy evening where Zayne is lounging on the couch next to you, the screen flickering in the background as you busy yourself with tidying the multitude of items that have made their way to the coffee table after the week.

"You’re not leaving this bed." Zayne mumbles the line from the drama on TV, then blinks when you choke on your spit.

“…did I say anything to warrant that reaction?” He asks.

“Nothing! I mean- It’s just- wow,” You mimic his tone. “‘You’re not leaving this bed-’”

Realisation dawns on him and he shifts to eliminate any remaining space between the two of you on the couch, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “I see,”

Before you can say anything else, he pins you down, hazel-green eyes dark as his hands encircle your wrists.

“I was just mimicking the show,” His knee slots between yours. “But if you prefer the full delivery of the scene… I'm more than happy to entertain you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well according to you, I’m not leaving, so…”

He chuckles, “Correct.”

(Neither of you leave the couch for quite a while.)

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XAVIER

You're doodling on the corner of your planner while Xavier taps away on his gaming console, the rapid-fire clicking only fading when there's a cutscene. You stretch out your legs and massage them as you watch the characters grapple onscreen, feeling mild pins and needles from having them crossed for so long on the bed.

"You’ll never get away,” Xavier repeats the in-game dialogue absently, then tilts his head when you giggle. “Hm? Did I say it wrong?”

“No, it’s just-” You tap on your chin, trying and failing to phrase it otherwise, “-Kinda hot when you say it that way?”

He moves- flipping you onto the bed in one smooth motion, his blue eyes blazing. “…This is hot?”

His hips press down. “Or this?”

You’re too breathless to answer, only instinctively reaching to cup his face, as you meet his gaze with your own wide eyes.

He leans in to press a kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you feel him smiling against your skin. “Guess you really won’t get away.”

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RAFAYEL

You're scrolling through videos on your phone when one particular scene has you rewatching it, to a point where Rafayel picks up on the same rhythm of speech looping over and over again, despite the low volume on your speakers.

“What's got you rewatching it for five minutes?”

“It’s only been two minutes, Raf,”

“Of a twenty second video!” He argues, trying to reach for your phone and pouting when you tuck it behind your back.

“No you don't understand, it's hot, Raf- promise you have to say it if I show you!” You say, grinning as you hand him your phone.

Rafayel frowns when the video loops. “Cutie, that’s sooo clichéd-”

But you bat your lashes, and he melts. “Ugh, fine.” He grabs your waist, spinning you to face the mirror.

“You belong to me,” he murmurs, nose brushing your hair before he turns to look at the mirror again. “Nobody else.”

You suppress a shudder when his hands wander, toying with the hem of your shirt before his fingers slip under the fabric.

“You're only proving my point right-” your voice cuts off when his fingers press down with more pressure.

“Yeah?” he says absentmindedly, his purple eyes dark with intent as his gaze rakes over you.

You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck. “It's hot, isn't it?” You coo.

And that's all it takes for him to press you up against the mirror, his lips slotting over yours in one hungry kiss after another.

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CALEB

You're playing a game of laser tag at the arcade, and while Caleb is quick and strong, you've been to this arcade far more than Caleb has, and you know the layout of this maze like the back of your hand.

But when footsteps sound from behind, you turn- your pulse spikes- he's got you. Yet there's no buzz on your vest- he hasn't even held up the laser gun yet.

"You can run, but you can't hide," Caleb croons when you reach for the door.

The words shoot through your nerves like a jolt of electricity.

You stare, lips parted. “…holy shit?”

His violet eyes assess you- then a slow, dangerous smirk tugs on his lips.

“Try to run,” he says, advancing. “I dare you.” You bolt, laughing- but he catches you in three strides, slamming you against the wall. “Gotcha.”

“Ah- hey! That's not fair- you can't just ambush me like a hot villain,” you ramble, breathless and almost dizzy from the way he's crowding you against the wall, “And there are cameras,”

His grip gentles, yet his voice is rough. “A hot villain, you say? But I'm not doing anything… inappropriate, pips. Juuust cornering my enemy,”

You push half-heartedly at his chest, but with his six feet worth of muscles, you might as well be pushing against a concrete wall.

“Not even running, huh?” He whispers, and you melt against him, earning a chuckle.

“Just shoot me with that laser already,” you mumble, the heat of your cheeks having nothing to do with the protective gear you wear. “You win,”

He steps back pats your head. “Alright, alright, I'll let you go. Just this once.”

Your pout doesn't escape Caleb's attention, and he makes it up to you once you're home- this time, there's really no escape, and your sweet surrender is worth all the losses at laser tag.

Note: LMK what yall thought hehe this one was so incredibly fun to write bc at first i was gonna just write them all as villains but i was like. Hm. I want it to be soft and cute too!! So i got them to say villainy things instead one day i shall write them as villainy characters ANYHOW THANK YOU FOR READING!! Comments and Reblogs are forever appreciated too <33