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bibbysstuff · 9 days ago
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S in Sylus stands for Simp
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kaiist · 2 days ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋
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𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑
You sit beside Xavier on the bench in the park, watching people pass by as golden afternoon light filters through the leaves. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and distant food carts. A stylish couple walks past, the woman’s laughter musical, her confidence evident in every step.
“I wish I was pretty like her,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, your fingers absently tracing patterns on the wooden bench.
Xavier turns to you, his expression shifting to one of genuine confusion. His brows furrow deeply, eyes widening just a fraction.
“What... did you say?” he asks, his tone remaining even despite the clear puzzlement in his eyes. He shifts his body toward you, giving you his full attention.
“Nothing, just...” you gesture vaguely toward the retreating couple. “Sometimes I don’t feel very attractive. Especially around people like that.”
Xavier stares at you for a long moment, looking genuinely bewildered. The silence stretches between you, broken only by distant children’s laughter and birdsong.
“I don’t understand,” he finally says.
You start to explain, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his unwavering gaze, but he gently places his hand over yours, the warmth of his palm surprising against your skin.
“No,” he interrupts, shaking his head slightly. “I mean I don’t understand why you would think that. It doesn’t make sense.” His thumb traces a small circle on the back of your hand. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he states matter-of-factly. “I’ve always thought so.”
Coming from Xavier, the sincerity in his voice makes your heart skip.
“You don’t have to say that,” you protest weakly, looking down at where his hand covers yours.
Xavier shakes his head, leaning closer. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. I don’t...” he pauses, carefully selecting his words, “understand how you can’t see what I see.”
His fingers tighten around yours, the pressure gentle but grounding. “Every time I look at you, I...” He struggles with the words, clearly moving outside his comfort zone. A faint color touches his usually pale cheeks. “From a purely objective standpoint, the way you look—” He stops, frustrated with himself, and takes a deep breath.
“That’s not what I meant to say.” He closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, there’s a rare vulnerability there. “What I mean is that you’re beautiful. In every way that matters. Your smile when you’re excited about something. The way your eyes light up when you talk about things you care about. How your whole face changes when you’re lost in thought.”
He reaches up with his free hand, hesitating just shy of touching your face. “I’ve remembered every expression you make. I’ve studied them all.” He looks away, embarrassed by his own earnestness. “You’re beautiful. Please, don’t think otherwise.”
The tension in his shoulders eases slightly, as if relieved to have expressed something he’s held inside for too long. He doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the afternoon.
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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
You’re helping Zayne organize his medical journals in his office as late afternoon shadows stretch across the polished floors. The pristine space feels both clinical and comforting—much like the man himself.
As you reach up to place a heavy volume on the top shelf, you catch your reflection in the large window overlooking the city. The bright lighting does you no favors.
“Ugh,” you mutter, tugging self-consciously at your clothes. “I look awful today.”
Zayne glances up from his desk where he’s been meticulously updating patient files. He sets down his pen, the soft click audible in the sudden silence. His eyes, usually so focused on his work, now study you with that penetrating gaze that seems to see beneath surfaces.
“What brought this on?” he asks, his voice filling the room.
“Nothing specific,” you say, turning away from your reflection. “Just... some days I don’t feel pretty, that’s all.”
Zayne stands. He gestures to the leather chair beside his own. “Sit.”
You comply, watching as he leans against his desk, arms folded across his chest. The setting sun through the windows casts half his face in shadow, highlighting the sharp angles of his features.
“Are you overthinking again?” he asks directly, but there’s no judgment in his tone. “Or did someone say something to you today?”
“Just overthinking, I guess,” you admit, fidgeting under his steady gaze.
He nods once, as if confirming a diagnosis. “I see.” He’s silent for a moment.
“Beauty is subjective,” he begins. “But if you’re asking for my opinion...” The corner of his mouth twitches in what might be the ghost of a smile. “You’re more than perfect. Inside and out.”
When you start to protest, he raises a hand to stop you.
“I don’t make observations lightly. You know that.” His eyes hold yours. “I’ve studied human anatomy for years. I’ve seen thousands of faces.” He leans forward slightly. “None of them affect me the way yours does.”
The admission seems to surprise even him, a rare moment of vulnerability from someone so carefully composed.
Suddenly, he reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a small chocolate wrapped in gold foil. It’s from the exclusive chocolatier across town—the one he pretends not to favor.
He places it in your palm, his fingers lingering against yours longer than necessary. “Here,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “Sweet for the sweet.”
Before you can respond, he leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. The momentary closeness allows you to catch the subtle scent of his aftershave mingled with antiseptic.
“Now,” he says, straightening himself, “wait for me to finish organizing these journals so we can go home. I’m thinking of dinner at that place you like on Fifth Street.” He turns back to his desk, but not before adding, “And no more nonsense about not being pretty. I won’t have the person I care for most questioning their worth.”
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𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
You’re sitting on the private beach adjoining Rafayel’s seaside studio, watching him add final touches to a vibrant seascape painting. The ocean stretches endlessly before you, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. The air tastes of salt and fresh breeze. Seagulls circle overhead, their calls mingling with the gentle lapping of water against sand.
Rafayel stands before his painting, completely absorbed in his work. Paint splatters decorate his rolled-up sleeves and there’s a smudge of blue across his cheekbone. The wind tousles his already disheveled hair as he captures the dance of light on water.
A group of beautiful people laugh further down the beach, their perfect silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. You glance down at yourself, then back at them, feeling suddenly out of place in this picturesque setting.
“I don’t think I’m pretty enough for this place,” you whisper, the breeze carrying your words away—or so you think.
Rafayel’s hand freezes. He turns to you slowly, paint-speckled fingers stilling on the canvas, his expression transforming from focus to complete disbelief.
“What did you just say?” His usually playful voice has an edge to it now, sharp as broken glass.
“Nothing, just thinking out loud,” you reply, regretting having spoken at all.
“No, no, no,” he sets his palette down with a clatter on the small table beside him. “You don’t get to say things like that and dismiss them as ’nothing.’” In an instant, he takes a seat on your side. “Did someone say something to you?” he demands, looking around the empty beach as if searching for culprits. “Which human do I need to have a word with?”
“No one said anything, Rafayel. It’s just how I feel sometimes,” you admit.
“That’s even worse! Your own mind betraying you like this?” He runs his fingers through his hair. “This is an emergency. A catastrophe of the highest order!”
He grabs your shoulders. “You are an absolute masterpiece. Do you understand? A masterpiece. I know art. I create art. I live and breathe beauty in all its forms. And you—” he pokes your cheek lightly, leaving a tiny dot of turquoise paint, “—are the finest creation I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
When you try to look away, embarrassed by his intensity, he gently tilts your chin back. The setting sun reflects in his eyes, turning them to liquid gold. “The ocean is jealous of your depths. The stars envy your brilliance.” His voice softens, becoming almost reverent. “And I would swim across every sea before I let you believe you’re anything less than stunning.”
He wraps his arms around you suddenly, clinging like a child. “Now don’t say such ridiculous things again. It offends my artistic sensibilities.”
He then stands, pulling you up with him. “Come on. We’re going to watch the sunset together. I’ll show you how I see you.” He places a brush in your hand, his fingers lingering. “And maybe then you’ll understand why I can’t look away.”
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𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
You stand before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in Sylus’s penthouse suite, overlooking the sprawling N109 Zone from stories up. The city stretches below like a circuit board of neon and shadow, vehicles and people reduced to tiny moving points of light. The luxurious room behind you is bathed in the soft glow of artfully placed lamps illuminating his collection of rarities—collections plucked from across time and space.
Catching your reflection in the darkened glass, superimposed over the glittering cityscape, you murmur without thinking, “I don’t know why you keep me around. I’m not even pretty.”
The room falls silent. You hear Sylus set down whatever gem he was examining, the soft clink of crystal against metal followed by his steady steps as he approaches.
“What an odd thing to say,” he remarks, his voice silky yet sharp as a blade, “because you’re entirely incorrect.”
You turn to find him watching you, head slightly tilted.
“Did I hear you questioning your beauty?” A smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes remain serious, almost stern. “After all this time with me, you should know very well that I have exceptional taste.”
He closes the distance between you. He places his hands on your waist, positioning you both so your reflections are visible in the window. His gaze in the reflection holds nothing but admiration.
“Do you think I surround myself with anything less than perfection?” He gestures to the rare treasures adorning his collection shelf—items worth more than most people earn in a lifetime. “Do you imagine I would waste my time on someone who didn’t captivate me entirely?”
His fingers trace your jawline, feather-light. “Hundreds of rare gems, ancient artifacts, priceless paintings—I collect only the extraordinary, the unique.” His voice drops lower, more intimate. “And yet, not one of these treasures compares to your presence and beauty.”
When you start to protest, he places a finger gently against your lips. “I don’t tolerate self-deprecation from the one person in this universe I genuinely cherish.”
He turns you to face him fully now, both hands cupping your face with surprising tenderness from someone so powerful, so used to taking what he wants. Your disbelief must show on your face because he chuckles softly.
“Your beauty is not up for debate, not even by you. Challenge me on anything else if you wish, demand whatever your heart desires—but on this matter, I will not yield.”
He steps back after brushing a kiss against your forehead, apparently considering the matter settled. “Now come here and tell me what you want instead of what you think you lack. That’s much more productive, don’t you agree?”
He gestures to the plush sofa. “Sit down and tell me about your day today. I haven’t heard you talking about it.” His expression softens further. “Let’s talk about that instead.”
As you join him, he casually drapes an arm around you, pulling you closer. “And tomorrow,” he murmurs against your hair, “I’ll show you exactly how beautiful you are to me. I have something special planned—something worthy of you.”
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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
You’re absently scrolling through your phone as you accompany Caleb while he sorts through Fleet reports in his home office. The space reflects his dual nature—military precision in the organized shelves and structured workspace, but touches of warmth in the photographs and mementos from his DAA days. The soft glow of multiple screens illuminates the room as rain patters against the windows, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Caleb sits at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration as he reviews security protocols. His uniform jacket hangs on the back of his chair, sleeves of his standard-issue shirt rolled up to reveal his forearms. Despite the late hour, his posture remains perfect—the Colonel, always on duty.
Glancing up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflective surface of a dormant monitor. The unflattering blue light highlights every perceived imperfection.
“Ugh,” you mutter under your breath, running a self-conscious hand through your hair. “I look terrible today.”
Caleb’s head snaps up from his work. “What did you just say?” There’s a sudden alertness in his posture, as if responding to a threat.
“Just that I’m not looking my best,” you shrug, trying to downplay it, surprised by his intense reaction. 
Caleb stands, his chair rolling backward. His eyes narrow as he scans the room like he’s searching for enemies in a combat zone. “Who put that idea in your head?”
The protective edge in his voice takes you by surprise.
“No one, Caleb. It’s just how I feel sometimes.” You set down your phone, touched by his concern even as you try to ease it.
His expression darkens for a moment before he walks towards you. “Hey,” he says, crouching beside where you’re seated and taking your hands in his. “Look at me.”
When you meet his eyes, they’re filled with the same warmth they held when you were both kids, before the Fleet, before the incident—before everything changed.
“I’ve watched you grow more beautiful every single day since we were kids,” he says, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The calluses on his palms catch slightly against your skin. “Sometimes I still can’t believe I get to be with you.”
He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. Rain continues to drum against the windows, creating a private world just for the two of you.
“You’ve always been the prettiest person in any room to me. Always will be. Nothing compares to coming home to you.”
His smile returns. “And trust me, I’ve had plenty of people try to catch my eye over the years. None of them even came close. It’s just not possible when my mind can only think of you.”
He presses a soft kiss onto your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. “So no more of this ‘not pretty’ talk, okay? Or I’ll have to issue an official declaration about how gorgeous you are, and that would be really embarrassing for everyone involved.”
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Based on this request.
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apathy-crossroad · 2 months ago
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MC cupping their faces ♡
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bizarrelovetriangel · 2 days ago
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restless nights.
you get into an argument and they become restless without you by their side.
angst with comfort. apologies for any ooc moments and stubborn mc/reader.
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"I'm not taking you with me."
His words left no room for anymore rebuttals. No matter how persistent you got and what reasoning you gave, Sylus continues to reject your request to join him for the upcoming Onychinus mission.
He's never had a problem with you tagging along before, so why now? You've learned from Luke and Kieran that Sylus will be dealing with one of the most dangerous men they'd ever met, so you wanted to support him. When you brought the topic up to him, all he said was that the setting will be too much for you.
You reassured him that you can handle anything, being a hunter who's familiar with the messiest, most vile types of environment, but regardless of your reasonings, he fully intends to go to this mission alone.
"Okay."
The moment he watched you calmly closed the door on your way out of the room, Sylus knew he fucked up.
You avoided him all afternoon, and it didn't take long for loneliness to strike him hard.
He hated the silence.
Knowing you're under the same roof and yet you're deliberately ignoring him... he'd much rather have you screaming at him.
Sylus remained at his working station to continue modifying a weapon that he'd recently purchased; however, his distracted state prevented him from making progress.
The face you made before walking away from him keeps haunting him.
The disappointment in your eyes made his chest unbearably tight.
He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling away, telling himself that his response to you is for the best, but it didn't work at all.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.
He wondered what you were up to.
What if you decide to leave because you can't stand to be near him?
Just imagining you rush out of the house while angry caused Sylus' hands to become unsteady and accidentally crossed some wires that weren't supposed to touch.
And so, the weapon sparked and caught on fire.
"...great."
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He decided to move on to boxing, hoping to release some anger — not at you, but for his enemies that he'll be seeing for the upcoming mission. If they weren't so... filthy and gruesome, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping you away from them.
After two minutes of hitting the punching bag, Sylus' eyes started to repeatedly glance towards the entrance of the gym, checking to see if a certain someone would walk in for their weekly boxing lessons.
Your boxing gloves are in the usual place, untouched. He recalled the day when you two bought it while shopping: you were so excited about using it, you woke him up early just so you could start boxing while wearing them.
But now, you won't even step in the gym because he made you upset.
Suddenly, Sylus was no longer in the mood to box.
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You didn't join him for dinner.
He wasn't surprised, though he felt another pang at his chest when he sat down on the empty dinning table.
He learned from Luke and Kieran that you had already eaten a little earlier while ranting to Mephisto, who was your only companion for supper.
The crow gave him a questioning look as he flew by and parched on the empty chair next to him, where you usually sit.
"I know. I'm working on it."
Sylus went to his bedroom, hoping that you don't run away and that you hear him out.
But when he opened the door, a cold breeze hit him along with a lonely feeling. The room is empty, and you're nowhere to be found.
He knew you're still somewhere in the house; otherwise, Mephisto would've told him already that you'd left. You staying means he's not totally screwed — not yet, at least.
The only other place he thought to check is the room where you used to sleep in, before your relationship became official.
And sure enough, after calming down his nervous, hitched breath, Sylus knocked on the door.
No response, but the room is unlocked.
He dared to take a peak inside and immediately softened at the sight of you sleeping on the bed. His feet acted before his mind and walked up towards your side.
He sat down on the mattress and his eyes slowly traced the ravishing features of your face that he missed, despite the argument being only just several hours ago.
He yearned to touch you, just for a second, to feel your warmth and softness. His right hand carefully reached towards your face, knuckles aiming to brush against your cheek.
But then, you opened your eyes.
Sylus froze for a moment, waiting for you to tell him to leave and stay away from him, but instead, you just blinked at him with curiosity and a hint of amusement.
"What are you doing?"
"...caught me redhanded." he chuckles. "I was looking at you. Because you wouldn't let me do it while you were awake. Sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep."
You watched his hand that was about to touch your face slowly retract, and you wanted to grab it and embrace it.
"...who said I was sleeping peacefully?"
Sylus looks at you with confusion.
"It's hard for me to sleep whenever we have arguments." you murmured, sitting up slowly so you can look at him properly. "I wanted to see you, but..."
You were sulking all afternoon.
You grew tired of arguing with him and thought you'd eventually find the right words to tell him later on, once you've calmed down.
"Me too." Sylus slowly reached for your hand, almost afraid that you'd pull away, though he relaxed once you intertwined your fingers with his. "Let me tell you why I'm against you accompanying me for this mission."
He told you about the shady people he'll be visiting. They are nasty criminals who have done unforgivable things to people, and everything about them is just disgusting — physically and figuratively.
As much as he wanted your company and assistance, Sylus doesn't want them setting their filthy eyes on you. He doesn't want them to know about your existence at all.
Mostly, he doesn't want to waste your time and energy on people like them. He knows you're strong enough to be by his side and help him take them down, just as you have done a few times before, but he'd much rather keep you away from their dirty hands.
"I understand now." You tightened your grip on his hand. "And still.... I want to go with you."
Though his brows furrowed as a silent reply, he stayed quiet and allowed you to fully let out everything you want to say.
"I appreciate your concern for me, truly. But ever since the twins told me about them, that they're dangerous and full of dirty tricks, I can't help but worry.
You're strong and you definitely don't need me, but still... I asked to go with you because I want to support you, just like how you sometimes help me out with my missions."
Sylus was met with the familiar look of persistence and determination in your eyes and realized he was never going to win this argument.
You've always been stubborn.
But that's just one of the reasons why he's so infauted with you.
You win.
"I should have known better than to try to leave you out of something like this." he sighs in defeat, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.
You grinned at his tone. "It'll be fine. And fun — maybe. If not, then I'll suffer with you."
He clicked his tongue and poked your forehead. "Fine. But before we go, you have to prove to me that you're capable of fighting them."
"Hmm? Prove to you, how?"
"You'll have to join me in the boxing ring tomorrow, kitten."
You gasped and your eyes lit up. "My gloves! I've abandoned them! Let's go boxing right now!"
"...weren't you just about to sleep?"
"No way! I wanna hit something now! Come on!"
Sylus allowed himself to be dragged out of the room and brought back to the gym, where the boxing ring awaits.
Unlike earlier, the gym appears to be warmer and much more lively.
At last, Sylus can breathe easily.
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Getting scolded by your lover was not how you were expecting your trip to the hospital to go.
He never raised his voice, but the coldness in his tone was what struck you in the chest.
He reprimanded you for being too reckless and careless at work, stating that you need to pay more attention to your surroundings and not throw yourself in danger at any chance you get.
Maybe you caught him in a bad mood, or maybe he was fed up with all the times that he has to see you with injuries. Either way, you didn't feel like being around him for a while.
Later that night, you fell asleep earlier than usual and missed a call from Zayne. You knew you probably should've called him back once you woke up in the morning, but the memory of him scolding you like a child made you throw your phone aside and momentarily avoid him.
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Zayne is wide awake and his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.
For once, he doesn't have work to keep him up late at night. Instead, you're the reason why he's unable to sleep.
You haven't been returning his texts and calls.
He knew you're upset because of what he did at the hospital. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You were already hurt. The last thing you needed was for him to give you a lecture over something you don't have much control over.
Zayne wanted to apologize to you.
He considered going to your apartment so he can properly give his sincere apology, but with the way you've been deflecting his attempts to communicate, he figured you wanted some space from him.
It's understandable that you'd feel that way, but still, Zayne can't ignore the aching in his chest. The other side of the bed feels colder than usual, and the silence of his house was uncomfortable.
You should've been next to him, resting your head on his chest while showing him funny memes and videos of cats after playing silly games on your phone, then you'd randomly come across an interesting article that would be your discussion until the two of you fall asleep.
This time, all he can do is keep checking his phone, just in case you decide to text or call him, and he'd answer in a heartbeat.
He wanted to hear your voice just so knows that everything is going to be okay, and that he doesn't need to worry about the possibility of losing you. Unfortunately, he wasn't granted that wish.
He eventually fell asleep with his phone on hand resting on the empty side of the bed.
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Zayne was right.
You really are careless.
Showing up at the hospital twice in a week, just two days after your previous visit, is embarrassing at this point. You admit that your mind wasn't as awake and alert as it should've been, and so you've landed yourself another injury while fighting a Wanderer.
You did your best to hide from Zayne.
In fact, you tried going to a different hospital but Tara dropped you off here and fled instantly, so you have no choice but to go in with your slightly injured shoulder.
It just so happens that Doctor Greyson was the one that treated you, as he was the only one currently available.
You thought you'd be able to leave without seeing Zayne at all, but Greyson was unaware of your current situation so he informed him that he just finished fixing you up and you should be free to leave now.
Zayne just finished a long surgery, but once Greyson passed such valuable information to him, he rushed to your assigned room.
He caught you just as you were about to step out.
"Ah!" You put a hand over your racing heart. "You scared me!"
"Sorry." Zayne paused for a moment. "May I ask you to join me in my office?"
Your stomach shifted anxiously. "Sure..." The walk to the location was filled with nothing but awkward silence, which hurt to think about because it's Zayne.
That's the man whom you love more than anything else.
The last thing you want with him is an uncomfortable silence.
At the very least, you were able to gather your courage to own up to your mistakes.
Once he closed the door...
"I'm sorry!"
Zayne was caught off-guard.
"What?"
"You're right. I've been careless lately." Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat. "Like my injury today could've been avoided if only I was a little more cautious. I really do need to work on it better. I'm sorry for ignoring your texts and calls. I know you're just looking out for me."
Zayne let out a breath of relief.
He failed to stop himself from pulling you into his arms, so tight that you let out a gasp, though you didn't complain so he didn't release you just yet.
He desperately needed to hold you.
He was afraid that you might not want to see him anymore because of the way he had spoken to you, but it seems he'd gotten a chance to correct himself.
"I'm sorry for talking to you so coldy." He backed away just a small distance so he could look you in the eyes, though his hands remained locked on your elbows. "There are much better ways to express my concerns for you. I won't make the same mistake again. But also..."
He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "Please don't ever try to hide your injuries from me whenever you do get hurt."
"Ah...." you wondered how he found out you were trying to hide from him today. "Sorry. I won't."
Zayne smiled and kissed your forehead.
"I'll accept your apology, on one condition...."
"What?"
"You have to spend the night and the whole weekend with me now. To make up for the times when you weren't by my side."
caleb
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"I did it to protect you."
"And now, the fleet has all the access to the information that I was supposed to get. But yes. I was so fortunate that The Colonel came to my rescue. Thanks."
Caleb sighs as you shut the door and locked yourself in your own room of his house in Safehaven.
It's true that he interfered with your mission and you failed to do what you were sent for, but the man you were interrogating was equipped with a weapon that could've left you permamently injured.
What was he supposed to do?
He wasn't going to just watch and wait for you to get hurt.
The man just happened to be a common enemy of the fleet and the hunters association, and it seems that you've crossed paths for a race on whoever could capture him first.
While you technically reached him first, Caleb was the one that took him away and had him in captive with the fleet.
He figured he could just find that man and get the information you need, though it seems your mission was time sensitive and you were supposed to report to the association by tonight.
While he feels bad about you failing to accomplish your mission, he doesn't regret barging in to stop the enemy from hurting you.
His priority has always been you and it will always be you.
Everything that he's ever done is to protect you, even if you're against it. That's why this isn't the first time you've fought.
Ever since you were younger, you'd sometimes get mad at him for doing something that was intended to keep you out of harm's way.
It's nothing new.
Still, no matter how many times it happens, Caleb will always hate the feeling of you being upset with him.
He especially cannot stand it when you pretend he doesn't exist. He'd rather you hit him as hard as you can than act as if you don't see him. Otherwise, what other purpose does he have, if not to provide for you and be by your side?
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Caleb made dinner for two, but he's the only one in the dinning room, sitting across an empty chair. It's dead silent aside from the noise of the flying vehicles roaming around outside his house.
He already put food in your plate and filled you a glass of juice, just in case you give in to his attempt to lure you out with the delicious smell of tonight's meal.
Caleb took his time eating. He had sent you texts, with lots of stickers, telling you that dinner is ready and that you can come out of your room now, though not a single message had gotten a reply.
His eyes would constantly dart to your closed door, hoping that it would open and you'd stubbornly come out with a pout on your face, just like what you always do ever since you were little.
He wasn't so lucky tonight.
But that doesn't mean he'll let you starve. You can be mad at him, but at the very least, be angry with a full stomach.
Caleb picked up your plate and drink and set it down on the floor right outside your room.
"Pip-squeak." He knocked a couple of times. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. You don't have to forgive me, but please eat something before you sleep. I'll leave the food outside the door."
He paused for a moment, as an apology almost slipped out of his tongue, though he wants to do it properly when you're face-to-face, so he will wait for a better time.
"Goodnight."
Afterwards, Caleb took a long bath before going to bed. You two had plans to watch movies tonight after your mission, but that was definitely not going to happen now. He had no idea things would end like how it did, and now he's staring at a wall feeling empty.
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Around midnight, you quietly stepped out of your room. You brought the dirty, empty dishes back in the kitchen so you can wash them and return them in the storage.
Five steps in the dark kitchen and you almost drop the fragile items on your hands.
There's something lurking in the shadows.
"Ah!"
Your right hand swung up to hit the figure that started to walk towards you, ready to hit them with the plate.
The object was caught easily and snatched right out off your fingers. The light switch clicked and soon your eyes had been greeted by bright white light.
And you learned that the figure that had been bathing in darkness is none other than Caleb, who looked just as freaked out as you.
"Why are you still awake?!" you screeched, putting a hand over your pounding heart. "Why are you out here just standing in the dark like some demon?!"
"I wasn't standing in darkness. I was sitting." he huffs, putting the plate on the counter table. "And I should be asking you the same thing, Pip-squeak. Why are you awake?!"
His eyes suddenly widened and his shoulders stiffened.
"You're...not gonna leave, are you?"
He looked like a sad, kicked puppy that made you feel like a super villain.
"No, I'm not leaving." you replied softly, taking a step closer to him after setting down the empty glass of juice on the counter table. "I was just going to wash these... dinner was delicious.... by the way..."
Caleb let out a sigh of relief before a smile came to his face. "I'm glad you liked it. If you still have room in your stomach, wanna go for dessert? I still have some of the ice cream that you bought last time."
Your eyes lit up at the mention of the sweet dessert. "Yes!"
As the two of you enjoyed the ice cream, Caleb took the opportunity to talk about what happened.
"I'll admit that I don't regret interferring with your work to save you from getting hurt." he started slowly, watching you just in case your mood flips again. "But I am sorry for getting you in trouble."
You shook your head. "I'm over it now, but... you have to remember that I'm also capable of dealing with dangerous guys. I may get hurt, but it's part of my job. You don't have to jump out and save me every time, even though I appreciate it and you, every time."
Caleb sighs, recalling you repeating similar words to him before.
He really does jump out of nowhere to save you a lot — in fact, anytime he can, he does it.
"You're right. I know you've gotten strong, Pip-squeak." he grinned, patting your head. "I'll be sure to remember it. But also, you have to remember... worrying about you is part of my job. That'll never change, even if you become the greatest superhero of the deepspace."
"Heh."
You can't help but laugh because it's true.
That is just how Caleb is.
And it's one of the things that you love about him, despite all the times he pissed you off by being over protective.
"If I become the greatest superhero of Deepspace, will you bring me more ice cream?"
Caleb laughs at your empty bowl. "All you have to do is ask and I shall obey, Pip-squeak."
Once drowsiness finally hit you, you returned to bed and this time, Caleb made sure to cling to you the entire time.
rafayel
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You'd been extremely busy for almost two weeks because of a big, intricate mission. It left you very little time to rest, and absolutely no time to go out with your lover.
But once you finally got some freedom, the first thing you did was give him a call, asking him out for lunch.
"It's okay, Miss Bodyguard. You don't have to see me if you don't want to. I know you've been really busy to make any time for me."
Maybe he was just joking or being dramatic as usual, but something about his tone rubbed you the wrong way.
"Okay then. Bye."
The moment the call ended, Rafayel wanted to throw his phone at the wall.
Why did he say that?
He'll admit that he has been sulking, disappointed that he hasn't seen you for days; however, he knows it's not your fault. You're just doing your job, after all.
His mood hasn't been the best lately, and he ended up saying the wrong thing to you. Now, he scared you away from him even more.
He wanted to see you and apologize, but you sounded quite mad and he's certain you don't want to see him at the moment, so it's probably best to leave you alone for now.
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Thomas entered the studio and almost tripped over a paintbrush on the floor. The place is even messier than before.
He found Rafayel lying on the couch, wide wake and staring at the ceiling.
"Your studio's getting way too messy. Maybe you should clean up a little."
"It's fine. No one's going to come over anyways."
Thomas was quick to notice his dispirited tone. Rafayel already seemed lonely last week, but this time his mood seems worse.
Another proof of that is the lack of progress on the paintings.
"You haven't started anything new yet?"
"I haven't had any inspiration."
The one hint that Thomas got about what was bringing Rafayel down is the yellow bird plushie right next to him, who he may or may not have been talking to.
"So, it's your Miss Hunter, isn't it?"
It's happened a couple of times before. You two have gotten into arguments before and it usually ends in the same way, with Rafayel sulking like this. This time, it might've lasted longer than usual.
"I don't know what happened, but I suggest seeing her and talking it out."
"I know that. But if she doesn't want to see me.... what if she starts screaming and hitting me when I'm there?"
Or worse, you tell him you hate him.
His stomach tightened with discomfort just by thinking about it.
Thomas chuckles lightly. "So what? You can take it, can't you? Then again, she is a hunter.... and she could kill you...."
Rafayel frowned and froze for a moment.
Then, he suddenly rolls over and drops to the floor before jumping to his feet. "Thomas, you're a genius!" he exclaims, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "I don't care if she stabs me with her sword! I'd survive. but... if I go on another day withour seeing her, I might actually die for real..."
"Hh — sure, I guess..."
"I'm gonna go see her now!"
Thomas watched as he started to scramble and sprint out of the room. "Wait, you should clean up first before — "
"Ow! Who put this paint brush here?!"
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You opened the door and Rafayel immediately shields his face with his hands, as if to protect himself from you.
"....I don't know what's going on but I'm a little offended."
You wanted to laugh but you reminded yourself that you're still mad at him.
Or at least, you were.
The moment Rafayel showed up at your doorstep, all you want to do is hug him.
"If you're gonna stab me, do it quickly but at least wait until I say sorry first so it doesn't sound like I'm using my last, dying breath to make it up to you. I mean, I would do that too if I must, but I'd prefer if I don't sound pathetic and gross."
"...what?"
Rafayel pulled himself together and held both of your hands.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I didn't mean it at all. I just missed you a lot and... I.... I might've been...a little grumpy because of it... but I still shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really sorry."
You softened and held his hands tighter. "I'm sorry too, for snapping so fast and running away. I also wasn't in the best mood."
Rafayel didn't waste another second before pulling you into his arms.
"Let's not do that again. It's stupid and silly and boring."
"Agreed."
He buried his face against your neck and held you tighter for a little longer while your fingers brush his hair from the back.
Rafayel took a moment to feel your warmth.
You're here, right in front of him, after days that felt like months.
Letting you go will be extremely difficult.
"Miss Bodyguard...."
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna come to my house? Reddie misses you...
"Just Reddie?"
"...well, I missed you way more, but you can spare him five minutes of attention. But that's it. The rest of your time is mine."
xavier
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For your latest mission, Jenna paired you up with a new hunter that just joined your team. She said she wanted him to learn from you, so he became your temporary partner.
Xavier wasn't quite happy with the captain's decision.
Jenna never said he couldn't join you, right? The new guy can keep following you, but that doesn't mean he has to be alone with you.
Fast forward to the end of the mission, Xavier had been so focused on making sure the new guy keeps a fair distance from you, and the newbie almost got hurt.
You took responsibility and jumped in at the very last moment to save him, leaving you with a minor scratch on your left arm. Nonetheless, the mission was a success.
You confronted Xavier afterwards. You didn't care at all about the scratch, but you were more concerned with him letting his jealousy get in the way of the mission.
Captain Jenna scolded him about not following orders. Although she never specified that he couldn't join you, he still messed with the plan that the team discussed early on. Luckily, he's not deeply in trouble: he'd only been warned not to do it again.
You mostly repeated what Jenna said, but you also told Xavier that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to physically keep your temporary partner away from you, and that you wished he trusted you a little more, especially in a professional environment.
Xavier was unable to come up with a response and like always, whenever he's jealous, dark clouds appeared all around him as he sulks.
You didn't feel like cradling him at the moment, mostly because you felt tired from the mission, and you needed to cool your ahead after all that happened.
You went straight to your apartment after work. Soon after taking a shower, you landed on your bed and welcomed a nap.
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Xavier anxiously paces back and forth in his apartment.
He knows you're sleeping because of the fitness watch app that you both use. He decided that he'll wait until you wake up before apologizing, so at the mean time, he's practicing in his head what he'll be saying to you.
You two rarely have arguments because he'd learned to be more straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, but when jealousy comes into play, he still struggles to contain himself. He's working on it, but he's having quite a slow progress.
He'll admit that he might have gone a little overboard today, and he hated that his actions led to you getting hurt, even if it's just a scratch. If only he hadn't gotten in the way.
"...I'm going now."
Unable to wait any longer, Xavier teleports out of his apartment and appears on your balcony — it's become a habit of his.
He found you sleeping on the couch of your living room.
Xavier walked up to you quietly and covered your body with the throw bunched up by your feet. He knelt down on the carpeted floor and admired your features.
He knew he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but how could he not?
He's so deeply in love with you, he can't help but act irrationally sometimes.
But even more, he despises whenever you're upset with him and because of him, so he knows he can't keep behaving drastically all the time whenever another person who shows an ounce of admiration for you comes around.
"You smell like burnt cookies."
Xavier snapped out of his thoughts only to realize that you had woken up.
He took a whiff of his white hoodie and confirmed your observation. "I tried to make you some cookies to make up for earlier but I got distracted and forgot about them...."
And by distracted, he means pacing back and forth across the kitchen while writing his apology speech in his head.
"Pfftt.."
Xavier scratched the back of his head while you laughed loudly. His eyes lit up at the sight of your joy on your face.
"I'm sorry about your cookies." he sighs. "And I'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. I promise I'll... try not to get jealous..."
You laughed again, this time softer as you leaned forward to brush his hair with your fingers. "The truth is, I don't mind that you get jealous sometimes. Even I get jealous too."
"Really?"
"Really."
He never notices you secretly being bitter whenever someone is clearly attracted to him, though you never act out on your jealousy because he always reassures you that he only has eyes for you.
"It's normal to get jealous." you told him. "But next time.... just make sure not to step out of line and get yourself or anyone innocent in trouble."
Xavier nodded and kissed the palm of your hand that had been combing his hair. "I promise I'll be more responsible from now on."
You smiled and pecked his nose.
"The smell of cookies really got me. Wanna try again? I'll help you this time."
"I'd like that. But first...." he rested his face onto your lap. "Can we just stay like this for a little while? I think I need to recharge."
Your hand returns to combing his soft hair. "Of course."
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m1nsur0 · 2 months ago
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A most precious treasure
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catbolt · 3 months ago
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Sylus who awakens from a nightmare and acts immediately on his instinct to hold you, gripping you close under the sheets with one arm around your waist and one tucking behind your neck. You blearily look up at him, shaken out of your own sleep. “Sy?”
He doesn’t respond, only rests his chin atop your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, arms locked around you like a vice. You can feel his heart racing as you’re pressed up against his chest, the slight tremble in his hands. “Sy,” your voice grows more serious. “What’s–”
He silences you by pulling you in even closer, burying his head against your neck. For all the times he’s helped you pick apart your own struggles, he’s not very good with words when it comes to his personal feelings. You sigh, stroking a gentle hand across his bare back. “That nightmare again? The one where I’m stabbing you with a big sword?”
He nods, the motion almost imperceptible. His voice comes out like a low hoarse growl. “Sounds stupid when you say it like that.” The silent plea for reassurance, something his usual confidence rarely needs, is clear to you.
“Not stupid,” you correct softly, rubbing his back. As your touch soothes him slowly, his tight hold on you gradually relents. He sighs in frustration, leaning back on his pillow and staring up at the ceiling. You shift closer, sitting up on your hand to place a kiss in the center of his broad chest. His body tenses at the sensation, and he looks down at you, red eyes soft and almost murky with emotion. “See? No sword here,” you mumble, as you lay your head against his chest.
He only pets your hair in response, but you’re satisfied as you hear his breathing slowly steady, his touches becoming lazy and usual, not as if he’s still trying to convince himself you’re really here. He drifts off finally back into sleep, the rise and fall of his chest like a gentle ocean beneath your head.
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lvl1l1 · 2 days ago
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hii, im really a sucker for arguments/angst imagine HAHA can I please have a request for LaDS guys where they made you flinch in an argument (^_^;)
LaDS men when you flinch during an argument
pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x Reader
content: arguments, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings if you squint
a/n: small break from the silly
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Xavier
Xavier usually didn’t get worked up during arguments, he’d just observe.
He’d listen to everything you had to say, taking the words to heart but trying not to engage too much, especially when he noticed you were starting to get more animated.
This time, however, was different.
He was upset and he wanted you to know.
He wasn’t raising his voice, he wasn’t being mean or mocking but his face gave his inner conflict away.
You weren’t backing down and neither was he.
“I can hold my own and you know that Xavier, you’ve seen me in action.”
His sharp inhale didn’t go unnoticed by you,
“I’m not doubting that, not doubting you, I just need to know that you won’t get hurt.”
It’s like you two were talking right past each other,
“I won’t, we don’t need to be attached at the hip for you to know that!”
He turned around quickly,
“Yes but I want to be able to reach you quickly, to get to you in time-“
He took a fast, heavy step towards you, wanting you to see the sincerity and genuine concern on his face, what he didn’t anticipate was for you to flinch at his sudden approach.
He stopped, his words catching in his throat as he just… looked at you.
You stared up at him, hands balled up in front of you and he felt immense regret wash over him.
“You…”
He started but couldn’t finish the sentence, being at a loss for words.
You lowered your hands, trying to adapt a more relaxed stance,
“Xavier, I didn’t mean to…”
His head hung low now, his eyes covered by his bangs.
You could see his shoulders rise and fall with uneven breaths.
Silence stretched between the two of you.
“Xavier…”
You tried again, softer this time.
He didn’t respond, he was standing there, the internal conflict in his mind clear.
When his gaze finally met yours again, his expression left you breathless.
It wasn’t what you had expected, it wasn’t anger, not disappointed but aching.
“I would never…”
The words left him quietly, not able to voice out what exactly had gone down just now.
“I need you to believe that.”
“I do,”
You blurted out,
“It’s not your fault. You just surprised me and I-“
“I scared you.”
He finished for you.
“Even if I didn’t do it on purpose, I can’t just say that, that’s okay with me.”
You took a careful step closer, tension between the two of you starting to ease.
Xavier didn’t move, he just watched.
“I know you’re not trying to control me,”
You said.
“But I need you to trust the decisions I make. And that I can take care of myself and still come back to you.”
“I trust you.”
He murmured,
“But what if something happens and I’m not there? What if I won’t be able to reach you in time-“
He swallowed the “again” that was about to slip him,
He took a small breath and then looked down at his hands.
“…can I touch you?”
He asked, hesitantly.
“Just- your hand. If it’s okay.”
You immediately softened at that.
You nodded, yes.
“Of course.”
He inched closer, steps slow, making sure you took in every one of his movements.
His hand reached for yours, getting a hold of it as if it were something fragile.
He brushed the back of your hand with his thumb in an attempt to ground himself.
“I’m sorry.”
You held onto his hand tightly, squeezing.
“I’m glad you’re being open about your concern but don’t try and decide for me. You want to protect me and I want to protect you.”
The ghost of a smile showed on his lips.
He leaned closer, close enough for your breaths to mingle.
He whispered,
“I want to figure this out with you.”
And this time, when his hand lifted to touch your cheek, you leaned into it without hesitation.
Zayne
The silence between you and Zayne hung heavy in the hospital room, occasionally interrupted by the soft hums of the equipment around the room.
Your boyfriend had been trying, trying to get through to you.
Telling you to stop pushing your limits, to stop taking unnecessary risks.
Yet you brushed him off everytime.
And now the consequences sat between the two of you.
“You could’ve gotten seriously injured.”
His voice was laced with restrained emotion.
Your eyes were looking at everything but him, hands clenched into fists at your sides.
“I know. I just didn’t think-“
“Exactly. You didn’t think.”
He interrupted you, voice sharper than what you were used to.
His eyes were cold behind his glasses,
“I kept trying to tell you-“
He went to adjust his glasses, hand raising.
But out of instinct, you flinched at the sudden movement.
It wasn’t a big reaction, barely a twitch but it was enough to gain Zayne’s attention.
He froze.
His face fell and any trace of anger and disappointment gone.
Instead, it was replaced by hurt.
He started,
“I wasn’t going to-“
A shaky exhale left him,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Zayne stood awkwardly, his shoulders were tense, guilt reflecting in his eyes.
You looked up at him.
“It’s okay.”
Your eyes met, relief finally easing onto his face.
Still, he didn’t dare to move.
“…are you sure?”
You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips.
That’s when he stepped forward.
This time, not to lecture and to fight but just to be there.
Rafayel
A storm cloud was starting to form in the room.
The tension thick because of something more akin to a misunderstanding than an argument. At least that’s how Rafayel saw it.
He was gesturing animatedly, his voice was getting a little more heated than intended as he tried to explain himself, it was unusual for him to get so worked up over something he himself considered trivial.
Your arms were crossed, your brows were furrowed, frustration written on your face.
With one especially sudden swing of his arm, you flinched.
You stepped back a bit and Rafayel felt himself freeze as his words were caught in his throat.
He was staring at you, confusion and concern displayed on his face.
“Why?”
His voice had quieted down, soft.
“What… why did you react like that?”
You couldn’t immediately answer.
You were standing still, feeling guilty at that urge that had overcome you.
It was an instinctive reaction, not something you had realised in time to stop.
Rafayel hesitated, he could feel his hands twitch with the urge to reach out to you, wanting to comfort you but doubt filled his mind.
He was torn between wanting to pull you close and giving you the space you might’ve needed.
“Have I ever made you feel unsafe?”
His question wasn’t meant to make you feel guilty, it was sincere, making your heartbreak even more.
The raw vulnerability in his tone simply had your heart aching.
His question hung between you two, it was his way of asking for reassurance.
You shook your head, whispering,
“No,”
You put your hand over your heart,
“No, Rafayel. Never. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t mean to react like that.”
You could see some of the tension leave him.
The next time his eyes found yours, they were filled with the light echo of relief but also a hint of regret.
“I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that.”
He stepped closer, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, an attempt to test the waters.
“Can I… hold you? Or do you want some space?”
You offered him a small, comforting smile,
“Come here, you big baby.”
A sigh of relief left him and he stepped closer to pull you into an embrace.
His hand brushed through your hair, as if attempting to make all your pain and sorrows go away.
“I’m sorry.”
He whispered against your ear, his voice low and sincere.
Sylus
Sylus and you stood opposite of each other, his face was devoid of any emotion but you could see his eyes, dark with frustration, showing his true feelings.
You went on a mission he warned you about, recklessly pushing ahead without considering any risks.
And lo and behold, it had gone sideways.
His arms were crossed over his chest and his breath came in sharp, controlled bursts.
“Do you think this is a game?”
His voice was firm, his words sharp.
“I told you not to go, not alone, and what do you do?”
“I could handle it.”
Cutting him off, you tried to stand your ground, though you could feel the anger radiating off of him.
As he let out a frustrated exhale, he threw his hand up, running it through his hair.
His movement was so fast and controlled, that you couldn’t help but flinch back, instinctively shrinking away.
The man facing you froze.
For a moment that felt far longer than it actually was, the room felt suffocating.
He stared at you with wide eyes, caught between something you couldn’t quite make out and something softer, something making his chest ache.
He felt overwhelmed by guilt.
“You know, Id never hurt you, right?”
His question was barely above a whisper.
His gaze softened, frustration replaced by something more vulnerable.
Your answer was caught in your throat.
You felt his gaze on you, watching you carefully, analysing your every move like you were something fragile, small.
Something to protect.
After a second, Sylus took a step back, creating some space between the two of you, giving you room to breathe.
He felt the weight of his actions making his shoulders sag.
He wanted to reach out, make sure you were okay but something in the back of his mind told him not, to not scare you further.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The regret in his voice shining through,
“I was worried. And I often don’t know how to get that through to you without pushing.”
You lowered your head, letting his words settle, understanding him.
“I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t taking it seriously. I was just-“
You stopped yourself, inhaling, to collect your thoughts,
“I guess I just didn’t want to feel like I couldn’t handle it.”
Sylus watched you, his features softening.
He quietly said,
“You’re strong.”
A slow exhale,
“But you should know you have nothing to prove to me. All I ask for is to know that you’re safe.”
You searched for his eyes, finding worry and care still there.
They were always there.
Under all of it, even on the rare occasions that his frustrations got the better of him.
He muttered an apology, slowly closing the space between you.
“This won’t happen again.”
He kept up the eye contact as his hand reached out.
You didn’t flinch this time.
It came to rest on your shoulder, the slight pressure from his heavy hand grounding you.
It felt like an unspoken promise between the two of you.
He’d be by your side no matter what.
Caleb
Caleb’s voice was thick with concern, frustration and something he tried not to reveal to you often: fear.
He wasn’t one to argue, never one to raise his voice or escalate things, not when it came to you.
But this, this was about your safety and he couldn’t just stand to the side and not do anything.
“You’re not listening to me.”
His voice was steady, yet the edges let his worry show.
“You could’ve been hurt and you don’t even seem to care.”
Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, brows furrowed.
You didn’t want to back down, wanting to stand your ground but you knew he was only acting like this because he cared.
Yet the ache of knowing he still doubted your capabilities pushed you to keep going.
“I can take care of myself.”
You said, frustration overtaking your voice,
“You’ve seen me in action before.”
In a moment of bad judgment, he thrust his arm out to emphasise his point, the movement swift.
Before he could even finish speaking, you flinched.
Caleb halted at that, words dying in his throat, eyes widening in realisation.
He felt his chest constrict slightly, breath hitching.
No, I-“
His voice cracked as he took a step back, face twisted in a display of guilt.
“I’m so sorry.”
He murmured, struggling to look you in the eyes.
Before you knew it, he dropped to his knees in front of you, face pale.
The slight tremble in his hands didn’t escape you, as he reached for you, not wanting to overstep but trying to lay his heart bare to you.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I would never-“
He stopped mid sentence, shaking his head,
“I should’ve thought before… moving like that, acting like that.”
Your heart was pounding as you watched him bow his head in front of you, remorse clear on his face.
“I’m sorry.”
He said again, voice desperate.
“Please, just… tell me you’re okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you...”
He trailed off, wide eyes looking up at you, searching for a sign, any sign that you didn’t fear him, didn’t hate him.
He had to know that he didn’t destroy something he held so dear.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reached out, patting his head.
He stiffened at first, he was hesitant, but your warm touch seemed to reel him in.
“I’m okay.”
You reassured,
“It wasn’t your fault. It was just a reflex.”
Unbeknownst to you, Caleb wasn’t looking for reassurance, he was looking for forgiveness.
“Forgive me? Please?”
His voice was low, unsure, letting his insecurities and vulnerability show.
You knelt beside him, meeting his gaze with softness.
Cupping his face, you felt the warmth coming off him.
His breath was starting to steady slightly.
“Nothing to forgive you for…”
Your quiet voice reached his ears,
“I know you’d never hurt me, Caleb.”
He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, resembling a puppy.
You closed the last of the space between you two, resting your forehead against his.
You and Caleb didn’t need words to understand one another.
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Zayne trying to be the voice of reason 😭
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humanjarvis · 2 months ago
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the world when you're with me
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synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.
tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802
a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 
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For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 
After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 
But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.
As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 
His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 
Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  
The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 
When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.
Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.
When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 
Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 
But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.
When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 
Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 
“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”
At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 
“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 
After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 
Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.
The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 
“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”
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luli-lads · 2 days ago
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How they'd react to being flirted with while in a relationship with you:
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Zayne: At first he doesn't realize they're flirting with him. Once he does, though, he politely but firmly stops all advances, saying he's not interested and has someone who he loves very much.
Xavier: He just teleports away. "Sorry, I have to go." No patience for this kinda stuff at all. Or a very direct, "I have to go talk to my partner."
Rafayel: Sassy look and scoff. Then he calls you over, "I'm being harassed, can you tell this person to leave!!" He'll be PDA-ing you lots after.
Sylus: Full ignore. He clocks it immediately (thanks to his Evol) and just walks past nonchalantly. If they continue trying to talk to him he'll use his ~intimidating aura~ to make them Regret™.
Caleb: He completely dismisses the flirting and acts sooo ignorant like, if they drop hints about a restaurant they want to go to for a date, he'll say it's great for couples because he went with you.
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faintrustle · 3 months ago
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LADS developers survived the hardest computer college, only to end up coding CALEB.
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kaiist · 1 day ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄/𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓
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𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑
You wake up early, stretching lazily before grabbing Xavier’s hoodie from where it hangs on the rack like it’s routine. He’s still sleeping soundly as you slip out of the bedroom. The hoodie envelops you completely, sleeves hanging past your wrists, carrying his distinct, comforting scent.
In the kitchen, you prepare a simple breakfast for yourself, and a plate for Xavier that you know will likely go cold. The morning news plays quietly on the TV as you settle onto the couch, legs tucked underneath you, swimming in the soft fabric of his hoodie, feeling wrapped in Xavier’s presence despite his absence.
Movement catches your eye as Xavier appears in the doorway. His eyes find you immediately, taking in the sight of you wearing his clothing.
“Good morning,” you say, offering him his plate. “I made you breakfast.”
Xavier glances at the food but doesn’t take it. Instead, he shifts closer, arm sliding around your shoulders to pull you against his side. “Later,” he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep.
His fingers trace absent patterns on your arm through the fabric of his hoodie, and you can feel him breathing in deeply, as if taking in the sight of you wrapped in something that belongs to him.
You nestle closer, and within minutes, his breathing becomes more even. Looking up, you find his eyes have drifted closed, his posture completely relaxed. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. Even in sleep, his arm remains securely around you, keeping you close as if unwilling to let you go now that he’s found you this way—comfortable, content, and wrapped in his clothing.
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𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
The mission had been longer than expected, and you’re exhausted as you make your way back home. Zayne had returned from his shift a few hours ago, and you’ve been looking forward to seeing him after days apart. You’re wearing his jacket—the black one with the subtle white trim that you’d taken from his closet before leaving. It’s become a comfort object during your mission, the lingering scent of his cologne providing reassurance during stressful moments.
You stop at the corner store for snacks before finally unlocking the apartment door. The place is quiet but warm as you kick off your shoes and pad toward the living room.
You find Zayne on the couch with journals spread around him. He looks up as you enter, his eyes immediately locking onto his jacket draped over your frame. Given his preference for professional coats, his collection of casual jackets and hoodies is small and meticulously maintained—making the absence of even one immediately noticeable to someone as detail-oriented as him.
“So that’s where it went,” he says. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sets aside his work, creating space beside him.
You drop down next to him with a tired sigh. “Found me out.”
Zayne reaches out, fingers brushing against the collar of his jacket where it meets your neck. The touch is gentle, almost reverent. “It suits you better than me,” he murmurs.
His hand moves to your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side. “Next time,” he says, voice low near your ear, “take more than one. You know I don’t mind.”
His arm remains around you, a subtle but clear indication that while you may have his jacket, he’s pleased to have you.
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𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
The gallery opening had been exhausting—too many people packed into too small a space, all of them wanting a piece of Rafayel’s attention. You’d smiled and nodded and played your part perfectly, but by the time you returned to his seaside home, you were completely drained.
Rafayel had stayed behind to handle some business with Thomas, insisting you go ahead without him. You’d grabbed one of his hoodies—the soft blue one with white pattern of waves—and changed into it the moment you got home. Now, curled up on the couch with the artsy duckie plushie he’d won for you clutched against your chest, you’d finally found peace in the quiet of the evening.
The sound of the door opening and closing barely registers as you drift between sleep and wakefulness. You vaguely hear the soft footsteps approaching, then a delighted sound that could only come from Rafayel.
“Oh, look at you,” he coos, his voice soft. “Absolutely precious.”
You hear the click of his phone camera and crack open one eye to see him standing above you, a fond expression on his face as he takes another photo to set it as his home screen later.
“Are you documenting my crime?” you mumble sleepily.
“I’m documenting perfection,” he corrects, sliding his phone into his pocket. “Move over a bit.”
You comply, and he squeezes onto the couch beside you, pulling you half onto his chest. His fingers thread through your hair, and you feel the tension in his body from the event slowly release.
“Did Thomas give you a hard time about leaving early?” you ask, voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
“Thomas always gives me a hard time,” Rafayel replies with a dismissive wave. “But I’d rather be here with you.”
You snuggle closer, the artsy duckie plushie squished between you, and feel him press a kiss to the top of your head as you both settle into the comfortable silence.
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Snow falls in thick flakes outside the window, blanketing the forest view in pristine white. You stand before the floor-to-ceiling glass, mesmerized by the winter snow cascading from the gloomy sky. Sylus’s dark jacket envelops you like a protective shell, the sleeves long enough that you can curl your fingers into them. It smells like him—a blend of expensive cologne and something uniquely his—and wearing it feels almost like being wrapped in his embrace.
You’ve been standing there for nearly twenty minutes, lost in thought, when you hear the door to the residence open and close. You don’t turn, knowing exactly who it is from the footsteps entering the room.
“Enjoying the view?” Sylus asks, his voice closer than you expected.
You glance over your shoulder to find him watching you with an expression that makes your heart rate quicken. His eyes track from your face down to the jacket you’re wearing.
“It’s peaceful,” you reply, turning back to the window. “Everything looks so quiet from up here.”
“Indeed,” he agrees, though you can tell from his reflection in the glass that he’s not looking at the snow at all. He moves to sit behind you, close enough that you can feel his warmth. “Though I must say, my jacket looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
You smile, watching his reflection. “It’s warm.”
“If it’s warmth you’re seeking,” Sylus says, his hands coming to rest lightly on your shoulders, “perhaps I could offer something more comforting than a piece of fabric?”
You turn to face him, still wrapped in his jacket. “Is that an offer or a command?”
His lips curve into that familiar smirk as he pulls you closer. “With you? Always an offer.”
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The DAA jacket is practically a relic now—Caleb hasn’t worn it in years, not since he became Colonel in the Farspace Fleet. But it still hangs in the closet of your shared place, and on the nights when he’s away on missions, you find yourself reaching for it.
Tonight is one of those nights. The bed feels too big, too empty without him, and the jacket is a poor substitute but better than nothing. You’ve wrapped yourself in it, breathing in the faint traces of his scent that somehow still cling to the fabric after all this time.
You’re reading through reports on your tablet when the door slides open unexpectedly. You look up, startled, to see Caleb standing in the doorway, still in his Fleet uniform, a day earlier than scheduled.
“Caleb! You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow,” you say, sitting up straighter.
His eyes immediately zero in on the jacket you’re wearing, and a slow, teasing grin spreads across his face. “Well, well. What do we have here? A thief in the house?”
You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “Hardly stealing when it’s been hanging untouched for years.”
Caleb fully enters the room and sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to finger the fabric of the jacket’s collar. “I don’t know,” he says, voice dropping lower. “Looks like theft to me. I should probably report this.”
“I’ll give it back,” you offer, starting to shrug it off.
“Don’t you dare,” he says quickly, catching your hands with a grin. “It looks better on you anyway.” He pauses, then adds with mischief, “In fact, I think you should raid my entire closet. Take it all. Every last shirt and sock.”
You laugh, leaning forward to kiss him. “Welcome home, Caleb.”
“Home is wherever you are,” he replies, pulling you closer. “Stolen jacket and all.”
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bunbunnies · 2 days ago
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five senses
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1.6k words. 🔞 NSFW. 18+ MDNI 🔞
cw: somnophilia (dubious consent), vaginal penetration, masturbation, oral (cunnilingus), panty fuckin, multiple orgasms, creampie, come eating
when caleb accidentally caught you masturbating, it was an honest mistake.
but it becomes all he could think about— consuming his every thought for days and nights on end. he restlessly tosses and turns in bed, replaying that moment over and over again: you, wearing his shirt, moaning his name, thinking that pink dildo you're fucking yourself stupid on could be him. he never knew that his name could sound so sweet until that very moment. it doesn't help that caleb already struggles with falling asleep. and as if to rub it in his face, he begins hearing stifled moans from your room in the middle of the night. though, he could only hold it in for so long— resisting temptation and acting unknowing, before he breaks. 
surely enough, he's quietly making his way into your room one night. in the dimly lit room, with only the brightness of the moon, he's careful not to wake you up as the mattress dips with the weight of his large frame sliding and curling up behind you. settling under the thin blanket, his hand slides underneath your shirt, lightly grazing over your bare skin and panties. feeling the little bow on the waistband of the underwear, his lips form a grin as he instantly imagines exactly which pair you're wearing. often helping you with your laundry has its… perks.
reaching into his boxers, caleb pulls out his already half-hardened, sensitive cock— the result of thinking about you practically everyday for the past two weeks. his breath slightly hitches, eyes half-lidded as he wraps his large hands around his length, slowly pumping himself while imagining of you.
its not long before his hard cock has precum drooling out of the tip and his balls are tensing up. unsurprisingly, it doesn't take much for caleb to get so riled up when he's thinking about you. his strokes become louder, wetter, more frantic as he finds that his hands aren't enough— he's getting greedier and bolder by the moment.
a part of him feels guilty. how dirty of him to be touching himself mere inches away from you as you lay peacefully, unbeknownst to him. but as much as he feels guilty, a thrill still seeps through his mind. after he had heard your pretty moans of his name, you wouldn't mind… right?
"maybe… just the tip…" he convinces himself. his cock angrily pulses at the thought of your sloppy cunt tightly swallowing him up. "fuh-f-fuckk,” he quietly groans, his voice a ragged breath. he buries his head into a pillow, not wanting to wake you up just yet.
caleb then carefully parts your legs, positioning himself closer behind you. he lets out a shaky exhale as he buries his cock in between your warm, plush thighs. a quiet whine spills from his throat as he rubs against you, feeling how wet the thin material of your panties have become. carefully, he hooks his fingers onto your panties, slightly pulling them away from you so he could fuck you with your cute lil' panties on. as caleb buries himself snug between the wet fabric that clings onto him and your sopping folds, his cock throbs at the thought of you, in public, wearing your panties stained with his cum.
with the feeling of his shaft grinding against your bare pussy, you let out a sleepy, soft hum alongside a wiggle of your hips. it causes caleb to immediately halt and hold his breath. only when your movements and breath settles does he start again. his large, warm hands rest at your waist, just barely guiding you as his breath and thrusts get heavier with each passing moment that you don't awake from.
"that's it, pretty girl…"
even without fully waking up, you're getting soaked and your breaths are turning into gasps. you must think that you're in a sweet dream— how cute.
but you begin to feel his increasing desperation that shifts the bed with each roll of his hips, causing you to slowly wake up from your slumber.
“c-caleb…?” you wearily mumble, still half asleep as you try to turn your head behind you. a soft whine immediately escapes your throat, and you're instinctively grinding your hips back against him- feeling his thick cock against you. your eyelids are still heavy with sleep, and your mind is lost in a daze of sleepiness and pleasure. 
caleb's heart skips a beat from hearing how sleepy and clueless you sound, yet continuing to push your hips into him. “ahh-, f-fuck, baby,” he pants, burying his face into your neck. he would say more, but all he could think about was how good he was feeling rubbing himself on your pussy and panties.
taking your moans as a sign, caleb's arms wrap around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him. his resolute quickly falters under the smell of your body wash and the warmth of your body. “p-please…, let me put it in,” he begs into your ears, his voice a high-pitched whine.
of course, you give in.
caleb is ecstatic when you give him permission, eagerly adjusting his position and maneuvering your pliant body before letting his heavy, thick cock sink into you with a loud squelch. the both of you gasp from the sensation of your tight, warm walls being filled up. feeling every ridge and vein of his cock aginst you, you let out a wanton moan his name. it sends a wave of arousal coursing through him— his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, its fat tip touching your cervix.
"don't- hah, moan… like that… gonna cum too quickly," caleb stutters. he pauses for a moment to adjust, before he's pulling back and thrusting into you.
with the added stimulation of your own fingers tightly rubbing circles on your clit, your climax rapidly builds. the air quickly becomes hot and heavy with needy pants and whines spilling out from the both of you. its not long before a white ring forms at the base of his cock, an accumulation of slick. your panties, even though pulled aside, are soaked from overspilling juices.
caleb's desperately begging to cum inside of you. after, of course, you cream yourself around him— hard. your body jerks and trembles as hes practically using your sensitive cunt, fucking and spilling his warm seed deep into you.
but this is not nearly enough to satiate him. afterall, he has spent his entire life desperately in love with you. a life-time of pent up desires can't just be satisfied this easily.
and so, you easily succumb to his pleas to have more: to have you sit on his face while he laps at creamy folds. he's helping you take off your panties, before he hungrily slots himself in between your legs. 
“pleasepleaseplease, sit on me baby, please,” he almost cries out, his voice a warm huff of air against your skin. "please baby, all of your weight."
when you finally sit on his face, he spontaneously lets out a moan from the pleasure of being caged underneath your pussy. it's all he could ask for and more. smelling your heady scent, his tongue licks a wet stripe up your sopping cunt. the taste the both of you lingers on his tongue as he attaches his lips to swirl and suckle on your swollen clit.
you mewl, slightly wincing from the overstimulation. your body instinctively tries to pull away from him. but both of caleb's hands firmly grip over your soft thighs, holding you close to him. his motions encourage you to roll your hips, to use his mouth to your own pleasure— which you slowly begin to do as you overcome the pain.
taking a hand off of you, he wraps your soaked, creamed undies onto his bare cock, already hardened and leaking again from tasting you. if the panties weren't already drenched, they are now.
his mind quickly becomes a foggy haze as he ruts up into his own hand like a pathetic pup that's desperate for you to occupy all five of his senses: to touch you, smell you, hear you, see you, taste you. his moans and whimpers are muffled by your juices, his neck and chin glistening from saliva and slick as you buck into his face. the bridge of his nose nudges against your puffed up clit as his tongue budges its way into your wet gummy walls, feeling and tasting the globs of cum and arousal as they drip out of you and into his mouth.
"caleb, please," you choke out, struggling to string together a coherent sentence. "c-close, 'm close!" this time, you're the one begging. your fingers intertwine with the soft strands of his hair, pulling his face deeper into the rolls of your hips. there's no tempo or rhythm anymore— just erratic, needy grinding.
caleb replaces his tongue inside of you with two of his fingers, sinking them knuckle deep into your clenching walls. he's just as close as you are, fucking himself with your panties. frankly, he could probably cum from just looking at how debauched and erotic you look above him: your mouth agape, eyes barely open, and pert nipples all on display as you use his mouth. but he wants to cum with you.
suddenly, his fingers curl up into you as his tongue focuses on flicking over your pearly clit. it becomes too much for you, making your eyes roll back and see white. with a loud moan of his name, you cum around his fingers and it sends him toppling over the edge. milky white cum spurts all over his hand and your panties as he lowly groans into your cunt.
letting go of his softening cock, his arms keep your spasming pussy close to his face. he takes his sweet time cleaning you up with his mouth, drinking you up like a parched man. despite your sobs and squirming, quivering thighs, his adam's apple bob with each gulp of you. he makes sure to be thorough, to not waste a single drop.
a/n: not me posting filthy smut at 8am after staying up all night to write it. anything for CALEB MY PANTY SNIFFING KING!!
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cherie-doll · 2 days ago
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LADS: When You Don't Give Them Attention
༻ Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb ༺
₊˚✧ Xavier just wanted a few moments with you, despite how heavy his eyelids felt and how he should be resting in bed right now; he knew he wouldn't rest peacefully until you came to bed with him. Usually, he wouldn't even stay up waiting for you, but he felt particularly clingy tonight for some reason. It's like falling asleep with your favorite plushie from when you were a kid; you no longer needed it, but it still provided a sense of security and comfort that nothing else could replicate. Xavier kept coming up with excuses to get up, like going to the kitchen for a glass of water, or needing an extra blanket, etc... all just so he could walk by you sitting in the living room with a reading light on. What was so interesting about that book? But you had become so absorbed into the story you hadn't even realized how late it had gotten!
₊ ೀ Zayne tries his best to respond to all the messages you spam him with. Right after he finishes work he picks up his phone to read all the messages you sent him. You know he's not going to respond right away, so you usually get busy doing something else while you wait for that notification from Zayne to arrive. He's answered all your messages and tries calling only for you to not answer. He frowns, slightly disappointed; as he's used to you picking up right away. He's already thinking of what restaurant you'll visit when he passes by you sitting contently on a bench at the park. You don't even notice his gaze lingering on you as you're too busy trying to make friends with a pigeon. Zayne is amused that you managed to occupy yourself long enough that you don't even notice him standing directly behind you. Which when you do feel him you startle.
༄༢ུ࿓ Rafayel will let you know when he's feeling ignored. He's overdramatic and sassy and won't shut up about it. You're seriously tired and trying your best to finish your work, it's not like you're ignoring him on purpose! "I know, I know" as he complains about the fact that you told him you'd be done 20 minutes ago and it's been wayyy longer than that. If only you could close your laptop and cuddle and spend some time with him. Instead, you're stuck stressing over work. Seeing your furrowed eyebrows he decides to stop pouting and instead help you. The corners of this mouth go up in a soft smile as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your neck. "I think this is good for us both." Perhaps he did help boost your productivity so you were able to finish early.
ᨳ᭬ Sylus knows every game and trick of yours, so he thinks you not answering his knock right away is you playing a prank of some sort on him. He waits a few more moments, the image of you giggling behind the door in his mind. But there's silence, not a sound when he rings the doorbell. He looks around and peeks in through one of the windows, well thankfully, he knows the code to unlock your door. He walks into your apartment and hears shuffling and plates clattering in the kitchen. There you are with headphones on, completely unaware of your surroundings as you unload the dishwasher and hum to yourself. You don't even feel his tapping on your shoulder nor do you turn right away when you spot his face reflected on a spoon. Suddenly, you feel his hands coming to the sides of your head, removing your headphones and his laugh is heard clearly.
❦ Caleb would come home and wait for when you would run into his arms like you usually did. But he's a little confused when he doesn't hear your footsteps nor you calling out his name. Maybe you were occupied with something? He roams the house; checking each room he passes looking for you. He tilts his head at not seeing you in your usual spots; you're not in your favorite armchair, nor are you in the kitchen grabbing a snack, and you're not in the bedroom either. Like a lost puppy, he stands confused in the house, not knowing where you could've gone. How strange of you... when suddenly he catches a glimpse of you through the window. You're peacefully gazing at the sky, headphones on and completely unaware of Caleb's presence. He decides not to disturb you and observes how serene this scene looks.
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lvl1l1 · 1 day ago
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Yes hello I will sell my soul to you if you give us a “who did this to you” type reaction with the love and deep space boys WAIT walk with me their lover calls them trying not to cry asking them to come get them they show up BAM they see them with bruises barley holding it together the ask what happened BAM AGAIN tears just crying as they explain that someone they kind of knew made a pass at them and when they were shut down they hit them yeah they are a hunter but they were so stunned who’s losing it and about to commit a crime and who’s silently about to actually ruin their whole life for hitting their princess that the boys would love and die for
All seriousness I know I made light of the reaction but I fully understand the serious implications of it if you don’t feel comfortable or that this is maybe to heavy to post feel free to ignore it I couldn’t find any rules about what you wouldn’t write for I hope this request doesn’t make you uncomfortable or is triggering in any way and if it is I sincerely and deeply apologize
“Who did this to you?”
Or: LaDS men when someone hurts you
pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x Reader
WARNINGS: assault, harassment(please lmk if I missed smth)
content: hurt/comfort
a/n: someone tell me if the new format looks better
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Xavier
The apartment was so quiet without you there.
Xavier was lying in bed, awake for a change.
He originally planned on taking a nap but as he noticed your side of the mattress being cold and untouched, he couldn’t fall asleep.
Sleep refused to come to him, while you were still out with your friends.
He couldn’t resist the unease in the back of his mind, gnawing at him.
He kept his phone close, just in case you needed him.
He finally felt his eyelids getting heavier, when the shrill buzz of his phone brought him back.
Your name lit up the screen and he instantly sat up.
His lips curled up into a small smile.
He picked up, anticipating your sweet voice.
But the moment he answered, all he was met with, were soft, broken sobs.
He felt the blood in his veins freeze.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
His voice missing its usually composure.
His was already moving before his mind had even caught up.
His posture was rigid as he got off the bed.
“Xavier, can you come get me, please?”
Your voice cracked, barely being above a whisper.
Before you could even hear his reply, Xavier already teleported across the city, he couldn’t be bothered to grab a jacket or change his clothes.
The moment he appeared before you, his heart broke.
You were standing under a flickering streetlight, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as if to hold yourself together.
Tears were running down your cheeks and there was a slight tremble throughout your body.
But what made his hands curl into fists, were the bruises on your face, ugly, purple marks marking your perfect skin.
He didn’t move at first.
He couldn’t.
The fury raging inside of him was dangerous, violent.
He felt, that if he moved a muscle, he’d lose the weak grip he had on his restraint.
His jaw was locked, eyes raking over your form, taking in all your injuries.
His voice came out quietly, deathly calm but laced with barely contained anger.
“Who did this to you?”
You sniffled, forcing out the words,
“I thought he was a friend. The others left, we were standing here together and then-“
You interrupted yourself by choking on your words,
“He was-“
You inhaled deeply, trying to pull yourself together,
“When I rejected him, he got angry. He hurt me.”
The world around Xavier blurred momentarily, he felt consumed by the rage running through him, his ears were ringing.
But louder than that, was the sound of you, crying.
That’s what pulled him back.
You first
You were always first
He approached you, slow, careful steps, with his arms open but he wasn’t forcing you.
He was waiting, waiting for you to come to him.
You stumbled forward, collapsing into his chest.
The way he held you was oh so tender, one hand caressing the back of your head, the other drawing soothing circles into your back.
He was shaking now, not out of anger but the overwhelming desire to protect, to heal, to be enough to make all your pain go away.
“I’m here.”
He whispered into your hair,
“You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you again. I swear to you.”
Your sobs only came out stronger and he simply held you tighter, encouraging you to let it all out.
Minutes passed like that. Hours, maybe. Time didn't matter.
Once your cries finally turned softer, becoming hiccuping breaths, he pulled back just enough to tilt your head up.
His usually bright eyes were burning with something darker, colder.
“His name. Tell me.”
His voice was low, dangerous
You hesitated but you knew Xavier.
You knew he wouldn’t let this go, not when it came to you.
You whispered the name and watched Xavier’s expression harden into something even more terrifying.
“Let’s get you home.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing away any left over tears.
“I’ll have to go for a bit after.”
There was a finality in his words, a promise.
You grabbed onto his sleeve weakly,
“Xavier, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
He looked down at you, pausing and his gaze softened again.
“For you,”
His voice a murmur,
“there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
In the blink of an eye, he brought you home, before turning.
The night swallowed him up, like a silent predator.
He was going to hunt down the man who dared to hurt the one who was most precious to him.
Zayne
Zayne stepped out of the hospital, watching as the last golden rays of the setting sun stretched across the city.
It had been another long day and he couldn’t wait to see you again.
Just as he reached his car, his phone buzzed up.
A smile immediately curled onto his lips, as your name flashed on his phone screen.
Maybe you had finished up shopping just in time for him to come pick you up.
He answered on the first ring,
“Hello, darling-“
But he stopped mid sentence, when he heard a soft sniffle.
His heart plummeted.
Your name softly left his lips,
“What happened?”
His voice was sharp with panic now, he felt his muscles tensing.
Fighting your sobs, you tried to explain, while tripping over your words.
You ran into this guy you barely even knew.
At first, it seemed harmless enough, just engaging in some casual small talk with him.
Your answers were short and clipped, trying to be polite.
Then, when you tried to leave, he wouldn’t let you.
He blocked your way, getting increasingly more aggressive when you made it clear you weren’t interested.
Zayne tighten his grip on his phone, something tightening in his chest as he heard how the situation had escalated.
How you had gotten hurt.
You sounded so small. So scared.
“I’m on my way.”
He said firmly, getting into his car.
“Stay on the phone with me, alright? Tell me where you are.”
You gave him the name of grocery store, telling him you were waiting in the parking lot.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, as he weaved through traffic, dreading every second he wasn’t by your side.
You kept talking.
Or rather, he kept you talking.
His voice was low and steady, even when you fell silent, he didn’t rush you, didn’t push.
Just making sure you knew he was there.
When he pulled into the parking lot, his breath caught in his throat.
You were sitting there, curled up on the curb.
Bruises visible on your skin, he noticed your wrist swelling from afar and the blood drying on the corner of your mouth.
But what really got him, was the hollow look in your eyes.
He wasted no time getting out of the car, he crossed the distance with long strides.
The moment you lifted your head and saw him, the tears started back up and you let out a broken sob.
You got to your feet, feeling almost apologetic.
“I’m sorry, Zayne. You’ve been working all day, I shouldn’t have dragged you here-“
He cut you off, his hands cupping your face gently, so carefully as to not hurt you further.
“Don’t. Don’t apologise for needing me.”
You could hear the emotion in his voice,
“I’m glad you called. You could never be a burden. Never.”
You finally let your body relax, falling into him and he caught you, arms wrapping around you, securely.
You two stayed still like that for a long moment, he was holding you safe against him and you clung to him.
He pulled back slightly, he brushed your hair out of your eyes, tenderly.
"Let’s get you taken care of."
He said softly.
He lead you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, a display of gentle care that made your eyes well back up.
The drive to the hospital was filled be a comfortable silence.
He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on your knee in a silent reminder, showing you that he was by your side.
As soon as you arrived, Zayne parked hastily.
He held your hand as he helped you inside.
His face was grim and his whole body was tense but every time he looked at you, his gaze softened.
Once inside, he immediately called over Dr. Greyson.
After a few short, urgent words, Greyson took you under his care, leading you to a hospital room.
Zayne squeezed your hand before letting go.
"I'll be right here."
He said, voice low but certain.
As the door shut behind you, your boyfriend stood still before it.
He could feel his usually steady hands clenching at his sides.
His mind was racing, needing to make sure the man who did this to you would never come near you, or anyone else for that matter, again.
He sighed, thinking of how to best comfort you later.
Zayne would take care of everything.
You were safe now.
Rafayel
Rafayel stood off to the side of the gallery’s floor.
He thought tonight’s exhibition to be especially insufferably boring, the pretentious crowd leaving him annoyed.
He would’ve flat out refused Thomas if it hadn’t been for your soft kisses earlier that evening and your promise that you’d be fine hanging out with your friends.
That, however, didn’t stop him from mourning the time he knew he could’ve spend together with you instead.
All night, his mind kept drifting to you, your smile, your hand that had lingered on his cheek as you said goodbye.
He kept checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.
Nothing yet.
Some keen socialite kept trying to converse with him, throwing buzzwords around that he couldn’t care less for.
His phone finally vibrated against his palm.
Rafayel didn’t excuse himself, he simply turned and left, not sparing them another glance.
He lifted the phone to his ear, a grin pulling at his lips.
Then, he heard you.
You were crying.
His playful demeanour vanished in an instant.
He felt his heart constricting in his chest and his body snapped to attention.
“Where are you?”
His voice was low and commanding, not leaving any room for arguments, sounding like he was ready to tear through anything that stood in his way.
You managed to choke out your location through your sobs, somewhere a few blocks away from the location you had initially met your friends at.
You softly asked if he could pick you, not wanting to cause him any trouble.
“Trouble?”
He echoed darkly,
“I’m on my way already. Find a store and stay inside. Don’t leave until you see me.”
Rafayel hung up without another word, heading straight for the exit, ignoring the confused calls from the people around him and Thomas’s protests.
Non of that mattered. Nothing aside from you mattered.
The drive to you was a blur of red lights and the sound of cars honking, nothing that made him slow down.
His hands clenched around the steering wheel so tightly, the leather was creaking under his grip.
It was like the only thought on his mind was you.
You were standing by the door of a small convenience store, when he finally pulled up.
Your eyes were wide and red from crying.
Once you spotted his car, relief washed over your posture and Rafayel was out of the car and by your side in seconds.
He reached for you, one hand gently wrapping around your elbow and the other ghosting above your waist as he looked you up and down.
Bruises. Bloody fabric. The fear still lingering in your wide eyes.
Rafayel’s jaw clenched so hard the thought his teeth might end up cracking.
His body and mind were screaming for him to do something, to destroy someone but he forced himself to stay soft and gentle with you.
“What happened, cutie?”
He asked in a low tone,
He noticed the way you hesitated first but then you opened up.
You told him how your friends had all left one by one until you were alone with a man you barely knew.
You tried to leave before things got weird, but things ended up getting weird anyway.
He started making gross, inappropriate comments and when you tried to shake him off, he followed.
And lastly how when you turned him down for good, he decided to hurt you.
Rafayel didn’t interrupt you once as you were speaking.
He listened in silence, drinking in every word, every tremble of your voice and every tear that slid down your cheeks.
Once you finished, he pulled you into his arms, the way he touched you was so soft, so careful, almost reverent.
Like he was afraid any amount of pressure could hurt you.
As he held you close, he pressed his face into the top of your head, inhaling deeply.
“I got you.”
He murmured.
“I’m not letting go.”
He wasn’t pushing for the man’s name, not yet.
He wouldn’t ask for details he could find out later.
Right now, all you needed was him.
He carefully lead you to his car, helping you settle in.
You two spend the rest of the night relaxing.
Once you had gotten back home, he took all the time in the world to tend to you.
He gently cleaned the scrapes on your arms and knees.
He gave you one of his sweaters, having it frame you like a shield.
He made you drink water, brought you warm towels and curled around you on the couch.
Once exhaustion overtook you, you drifted off to sleep, leaning against him, your fingers curled loosely in his shirt.
And only when he was certain, that you were fast asleep, your breathing steady, did Rafayel slowly and carefully remove himself from under you.
He made sure to tuck you in properly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
And then his expression hardened into something sharp and dangerous as he picked up his phone again.
No one would hurt you and walk away.
He’d make sure of that.
By morning, that man would regret ever laying a hand on you.
Sylus
Sylus was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while the meeting was dragging on.
The men sitting across from him kept talking and talking about things he could easily fix in his sleep.
His mind was elsewhere, with you.
He couldn’t wait until this was done and he could get home, grab a bottle of something decent and have you curl up against him, just as you had planned.
Thinking about you, waiting for him, a sleepy smile grazing your lips, was the only thing keeping him from snapping at the idiots in the room.
Then his phone vibrated in his jacket’s pocket.
He knew it was you but that thought didn’t exactly excite him.
As he read your name on his phone, he straightened.
You never called him while you knew he was working, not unless something was wrong.
Sylus quickly lifted his hand, silencing the man who was mid sentence.
He stood up casually, answering the call with his usual teasing charm.
"What's up, kitten?"
The moment your broken sobs reached his ears, his expression shifted.
You were crying so hard you could barely breathe.
He didn’t care about anything else but you, didn’t care for the men hearing the desperation in his voice,
“Talk to me, love. Breathe. Tell me what’s wrong.”
It took you a few seconds, your voice shaking but you finally managed to gasp out,
“Can you please come pick me up?”
He stalked out of the room, offering no explanation.
“I’m coming.”
There was no need for Sylus to ask where you were, you had stayed late at the Hunter’s Association to finish some reports.
He was familiar with your routine.
He quickly send Mephisto to your location.
On his way, he broke more than enough traffic laws as he ripped from the N109 Zone to Linkon City.
Your broken sobs kept replaying in his head and it caused him to lose focus multiple times, you were the only thought running through his mind.
When he finally screeched into a street near the Association, his gaze locked onto you immediately.
You were sitting on the sidewalk, looking so small.
Mephisto was protectively perched near you.
Luke and Kieran look out from the car, feeling bad seeing you like this.
Sylus moved without thinking.
He dropped to his knees right in front of you, the expression he was wearing was heartbreakingly soft.
One of his hands landed on your leg.
You looked up at him with tired and red rimmed eyes, a weak smile tugging at your lips,
“Hi.”
You whispered hoarsely, voice weak.
His chest tightened as he looked at you.
The desire to tear the city apart burning inside of him.
He controlled himself,
“Ready to go home, kitten?”
You nodded, lips trembling.
Sylus helped you up, wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you as if you were made of glass.
Once you were standing again, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand and started sobbing again.
Sylus was hurting with you.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering calming things, trying anything to ease your pain.
You clung onto him as he lead you to the car.
Once you were both settled in, Luke took off, driving back to the N109 Zone, while Kieran was glaring daggers out of the window.
You two were sitting in the back together and he was cradling you against his side.
His fingers brushed through your hair.
When you gained the strength to open up, you did.
While your voice was hitching here and there, you told him about the man, some guy you only knew through mutual friends, who ended up cornering you once you left the association’s building.
You told about how he kept pestering you, making disgusting comments, refusing to leave you alone.
How, when you finally turned him down firmly, he got violent.
Sylus listened to every word, not interrupting you once.
He didn’t ask for the guy’s name.
He didn’t need to.
He already had everything he needed.
For now, you were all that mattered.
Arriving at the base, Sylus carried you inside like you weighed nothing.
He set you down on his bed, covering you with the soft blanket.
He cleaned your wounds with a patience he wasn’t known for.
His touch never hurt.
Every single one of his movements was an unspoken promise,
“No one will ever hurt you again.”
He stayed close all night.
Held you until you felt better.
Ran his fingers through your hair until morning came and you fell asleep, curled up in his arms.
And once he was sure, absolutely sure, you were truly asleep, did he slowly pull away.
He softly kissed you on the lips.
Then, he straightened.
Rolling his shoulders, his eyes turned dark.
He wasn't going to leave this to his men.
No, Sylus was going to personally make sure that bastard understood exactly what it meant to touch what belonged to him.
By morning, the world would be free of one more pest.
And Sylus would be back before you had even woken up.
Caleb
Night was just starting to roll around when Caleb finally returned home.
His uniform felt suffocating after such a long day.
He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat, when his phone buzzed.
Your name lit up his screen.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He figured you and your friends must've wrapped up earlier than expected, and you needed him to come pick you up.
He picked up immediately.
But the moment he heard your voice, that smile crumbled.
You were crying, not the usual soft sniffles from watching a sad movie or dropping your snack.
This was gut wrenching, helpless sobbing.
Caleb stilled, his body tensed, something deep inside of him breaking at the sound of your pain.
“Hey, hey,”
He quickly said, voice gentle.
“What wrongs, pips? I’m here.”
You were stumbling over your words, hiccuping,
“Do you think you could pick me up now?”
You sounded so small, so weak.
“Of course.”
He answered without hesitation,
“Stay where you are and keep your location on.”
Not that he needed it.
He already knew where you were.
Near the old library.
He always kept tabs, not because he didn’t trust you, but because he needed to make sure you were safe in a world that wasn’t always.
Caleb wasted not time, not even bothering to change out of his uniform.
The streets were relatively empty but even if they weren’t, it wouldn’t have changed anything.
Caleb wanted to get to you as quickly as he possibly could, that meant ignoring speed limits and red lights.
When he spotted you, his heart broke.
You were sitting on a pair of steps, rubbing your eyes sore.
You looked up when you heard the screech of his tires and the slam of his car door.
Caleb was running towards you.
He stopped a few steps away.
His purple eyes roamed over you quickly, taking in the bruises that were forming and how disheveled you looked, the way you were shrinking in on yourself.
His eyes darkened, hands balled into fists at his sides and his muscles were flexing under his uniform.
“Who did this?”
Voice rough, barely a restrained growl.
His whole body was screaming for violence, to hurt someone back, inflict what they had done to you.
You shook your head, tears spilling again.
Caleb instantly softened.
The fury on his face was replaced by a loving look.
"Come here."
He murmured, stepping forward.
His arms pulled you into an embrace, so carefully that it made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.
And to him, you were.
You leaned into him, your sobs were muffled and he was whispering sweet nothings against the crown of your head.
You pulled back just enough to speak, your voice trembling.
You started explaining,
how your two friends had to leave early and how the guy one of them had brought along, had stayed behind.
At first, it wasn’t too weird.
A few uncomfortable jokes, some flirting you politely brushed off.
But it didn’t stop, even when you mentioned Caleb, your boyfriend.
He just became more aggressive, more persistent.
Until you tried to leave, that’s when he became physical.
Caleb didn’t say a word.
He didn’t have to.
You knew what he felt through his arms tightening around you.
Showing his anger, how he was hurt for you, telling that no one would touch what’s his.
The kiss he pressed to your forehead was grounding.
He lead you into the car, buckling you in himself.
Once you two were back in his apartment, he ran you a warm bath.
He was staying close, helping you clean up if you as much as asked.
He fetched you some soft towels, your favourite hoodie of his, anything that he knew would comfort you.
He was sitting right outside of the bathroom door while you soaked, close for you to call his name so he could be there in an instant.
Later, as you were curled up in his bed, wearing his hoodie, lying under a mountain of blankets, Caleb sat beside you.
He was reassuring you, squeezing your hand that was holding onto his.
He kissed your knuckles, he lingered, murmured promises against your skin.
He whispered,
“I won't let anyone touch you ever again."
You eventually drifted off to sleep, coaxing you to.
And once he was sure, Caleb stood from the bed quietly, moving like a ghost.
He headed straight for his office.
He overlooked his screens, fingers flying over the controls, looking into camera footage, facial recognition, movement trackers.
It didn’t take long to find that bastard.
Caleb’s eyes were cold as he tapped a finger against his cheek, calculating.
Joining the fleet and ever had taught him how to fight in ways that left no witnesses, no survivors, no traces.
The man who hurt you would find his life dismantled piece by piece.
His reputation, his finances, his freedom, all gone in the blink of an eye.
No one could protect him from Caleb’s wrath now.
And when Caleb finally returned to bed, slipping under the covers and pulling you close to him, he softened once again.
He held you, trying to make you feel his silent promise.
The promise that no one would ever hurt you again.
Not while Caleb was still breathing.
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