#love and deepspace drabble

[angelltheninth]

Reunion Sex with Caleb

Caleb didn't ear gloves when you last saw him. He wasn't so... dark when you saw him, so ruthless. His hand gripped your chin with force that didn't quite match the gentle look in his eyes. The smooth material pressed against your lips before pushing past them.

His smirk widened as he knelt down between your legs and pushed them apart with his other hand. It skimmed the hem of your dress before slipping beneath, pushing your panties to the side and gathering the slick over his fingers and then across your pussy.

Your legs parted in a silent plea, lips locked around his finger, eyes looking into his. He looked different but to you he was still Caleb, your friend, your childhood crush.

"I'm not the same anymore. And you still want me. I never thought you would." He whispered, letting the happiness seep into his tone.

"Of course I want you." You admitted as you felt his finger push inside your cunt. "I missed you so much. I kept hoping, dreaming you'd come back to me. Caleb I- ah! Oh!" His quick thrusts didn't let you form words, didn't let you confess to the end. He couldn't hear those words from you now.

He tore his look from yours and focused on his hand moving between your legs instead. "I'll have to buy some new ones when I'm done with you." Caleb smirked, curling his finger upwards, making your hips jump with the movement. "You like me fucking you like this? Your best friend making you come with fingers alone?" His tone was a bit mocking but still had no malice. "Fuck. I always wanted to be the one to make you come."

Caleb added a second finger, adding to the fullness you already felt. Your pussy pulsed and dripped around his fingers, your hands reaching out to clench his coat. "Caleb. I- I'm- Caleb!" You rode his hand as you came, calling his name like it was the only word you knew.

Good. That was how he indented to keep it.

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[bobbedazzled]

TIDAL

pairing: rafayel x reader | sea god x bounty hunter  word count: 3.3k content: enemies and lovers (?), some violence, stabbing, dub con, hypnosis/spell casting, minor blood/knifeplay(?), fingering, unprotected sex, tongue branding, blood tasting, wound licking, idk why I wrote this  a/n: taking a break from the college au, sorry I disappeared I got sick and had to study for a final for a class I hated. I got lazy near the end so in case the fight scenes don’t make sense…yes theyy do.

Under the shroud midnight light, your work is whispered about in the gilded halls of nobility. An assassin of efficiency, and utter discretion. Your blade serves the highest bidder, those draped in velvet and adorned by rings and guilt alike. You are both a sword and shadow hidden in the thick of political disputes.

Yet, even the bloodied hands of nobility do not require constant cleansing. When the seasons shift and the power struggles settle, your contracts grow sparse, and you are left to seek coin by other means. Bounties. Less refined, less personal, but profitable nonetheless. The work is grittier, the targets less acclaimed, but coin is coin, and survival does not afford you the luxury of idleness.

It is during one lull, while scanning the ever-changing board of wishes and hastily scribbled contracts, that your gaze lands upon a peculiar ticket. Unlike the others, it bears no name of a scorned lover or a debt-dodging merchant. Instead, it is a plea, written not by a single trembling hand, but under the weight of collective desperation. The nobles one again, faceless in their cowardice, have set their sights on something they cannot control.

The God of Sirens. A rebirth of the God of the Tides, awoken with a fire that replaced his missing heart. He reclaimed the seas and went after those who enslaved his children. A myth from long ago that reentered chamber walls after a city went to ruins for reasons unknown. It’s said he sits in the palace idly, waiting to be challenge.

A trickster, a lingering echo of something too powerful to be dismissed yet too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely. He is the embodiment of temptation, of illusions spun so intricately they unravel the minds of those who listen.  He stands before you, neatly condensed into a single offering of wealth great enough to make even the most seasoned hunter hesitate.

"Wrong." His voice cracks through the dawn like a snapped wire. A second later, the world twists as gravity betrays you, the air slicing past your ears before instinct takes over. A pivot, a breath, and the cold marble railing catches your boots. You crouch low, steady, but his scrutinizing glare chases after you like a predator unwilling to let its prey recover.

"Try again," he calls from above, lounging in his window like a bored god surveying those below. 

Your face contorts at his tone. You have no interest in being toyed with. Your bounty has already spotted you, there’s no point in staying. It’s time to retreat, to cool down. But as you turn, a flicker of fire licks your cheek, searing the skin before you can react. A slow burn spreads across your face as you cup the scorched surface, eyes snapping upward.

He leans further out of his chamber, expression unreadable. 

“I don’t usually repeat myself.” He goads. His gaze does not meet you as an adversary’s would, not even as a nuisance. But as something far worse. A plaything. His smirk holds the mirth of a child poised over an anthill. You narrow your eyes, fingers twitching toward the blade at your belt before walking away.

When you return to the bounty board, you toss his ticket back to the merchant who had so smugly handed it to you. Laughter erupts around you, rolling in waves of mockery. You ignore it, though the sting to your reputation is undeniable.

Not every bounty can be fulfilled, and it’s better to admit that than to die for the money.

The others are too proud to concede. One by one, they pick up where you left off. None return. The dunes outside his palace swallow their remains. 

Under the moonlight, the sand glows like a sea of silver, its ripples forming a pathway that calls to you, daring you to return. A question sat in your mind. 

Why didnt he kill you as quickly as the others? Is this a game worth playing?

──   .⋆｡𖦹 . ঔঌ ˖°

Flames flicker at your feet. They curl around your boots, beckoning you to come forward. You don’t immediately obey, wincing as it burns through your sleeve.

“Careful,” he murmurs, back still turned. “I don’t conjure natural fire.”

You seize the moment, fingers tightening around the weapon hidden at your side. The instant you raise it, he scoffs. A snap echoes through the air. Instinctively, you drop your weapon as it’s set ablaze, ash scattering to the ground.

“Sloppy.” He exhales, more disappointed than amused. “I expected better.”

He rises from his lounging position, movements unhurried.

“I’ve never met a female hunter before,” he muses, eyes smiling. “Has my bounty gone down?”

“You’ve killed plenty,” you counter. “Naturally, that’s done the opposite.”

“So, my price has turned me into nothing more than a lottery?”

“I’m not confident. I’m curious.”

“Curious?” His voice lilts upward, mockery woven into the syllables. “How insulting.”

“Why haven’t you killed me?”

At this, he turns. His gaze is an ocean, dark and endless, with pink gleaming in its depths. You understand, now, why others have fallen under his influence. The thought makes your stomach twist.

Something sharp glints in your periphery—you duck, evading his blade and returning a weapon in one breath. He catches it between two fingers, unimpressed.

“Sloppy,” you echo.

He hums, stepping forward, the room shrinking between you. “You think I find you entertaining?” He flips the blade in his grip, offering it back to you. “To call you that would be an understatement.” He leans in, close enough that your breaths mingle. “I find you fascinating.”

You shove a hand against his chest. He barely budges. In one swift motion, he seizes your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses you back against the cold stone wall.

“Compared to the others, you’re far less desperate.” His nose grazes yours, lips a mere breath away. “It’s disappointing.”

You turn your head, unwilling to meet his gaze. He tuts, grasping your jaw and forcing you back to him. His grip is firm but not painful, fingers featherlight as they trace your cheek.

“You saw my bounty,” he murmurs, voice lowering, “and had the audacity to trespass just to marvel at me.” His lips brush yours as he speaks, a phantom touch. “I find that rather offensive.”

The flames at your waist flicker higher, eating away at your clothing . The hand pinning you move to the skin uncovering at your waist. You refuse to cry out as the dull drag of his nails mark your skin. Instead, with your wrists freed, you strike.

A razor, hidden beneath your sleeve, slices across his torso. He barely reacts, expression unreadable as he watches the surrounding flesh redden, blood staining his garments. Then, with a single effortless movement, he retrieves his dagger from the wall, steel gleaming. The blade bites deep into your shoulder. You choke on a gasp, shoving him away and stumbling back, your arm quickly slick with crimson. He exhales, slow and deliberate, pressing two fingers to the shallow cut at his stomach. A smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you falter.

His blade twirls between deft fingers, feet bringing him closer until he towers above you. Your knees scrape against the tile as his fire coils around you, framing your silhouette in flickering gold. He halts an inch from your whitening knuckles, gaze alight with amusement.

He extends the dagger to you once more. “Try again.” His smile barely hides his teeth, his pupils blown wide. His very presence hums with something heady, intoxicating.

Your pulse quickens, adrenaline crackles beneath your skin. As you reach for the dagger, it flicks out of your grasp before you can claim it. 

Pain ignites in your palm. A ball of fire unravels where the blade separates your flesh. Your scream rips through the chamber, raw and unbidden.

“You were taking too long.” He teases through your cries, slipping the metal from your flesh. His voice is silk, his eyes gleaming. He watches, enthralled, twirling the knife in his grasp before  tossing the dagger.

You collapse against the wall as his gaze engulfs you. When losing, you’re used to looks of disgust, disdain. But him, intoxicated by his excitement, your body trembles. He kneels before you, his presence suffocating. The heat of his flames flickers dangerously close, picking at the edges of your tattered frame. Fingers tighten along your jaw, tilting your face toward the fallen dagger across the room. His lips ghost along your cheek, voice velvet, poison-laced.

"Fetch."

For a moment, you don't move. Won't move. Your pride coils in your gut, hissing, demanding you refuse him. But then his grip shifts— just enough to let you feel the raw strength beneath his amusement. Your voice cracks through the cold air, “Does it always take you this long to kill?”

“Kill?” His voice lowers. “And what fun would that be with you like this?” He leans away from your face and grabs your wrist, marveling at the blood painting your skin. He lifts your palm, still raw and bloodied, to his lips. “Why would a fish play with their food?” He murmurs.

His thumb slides beside the opening of your wound, pressing down against the flesh. His mouth is agape as you scream, watching, as if truly entertained by your agony. His tongue slips slowly over the raw opening, setting your nerves on fire. 

“It’ll be easier to eat after breaking you down.” 

His mouth is dirtied by your blood. He leans in, fingers press against your pulse. His nails ghost down your throat as if debating whether to carve further.

"You're hesitating," he taunts, grip loosening just enough to let you scramble free. The moment your feet touch the ground, you bolt. But you don’t run for the dagger— you run for the window.

He watches as you leap, landing hard in the palace garden. His dagger nearly misses your ankle as you gather yourself, dashing through the lush palace yard to escape his heavy glare.

──   .⋆｡𖦹 . ঔঌ ˖°

The memory of his fire clings to you like the scent of something burned too deep into fabric. A single spark from a passing lantern makes your fingers twitch. The smallest ember makes your breath hitch.

The bounty board is quieter now, the crowds that usually gathered has thinned. The Siren’s posting remains, its price climbing higher with each passing week. As he said, he became a game of chance. A death wish dressed in gold. You trace a scar along your hand, a parting gift from the last time you entertained the idea of collecting.

And yet, despite the warnings carved into your own skin, your feet still hesitate before walking away. Nobles continue to complain as they lose hunters by the day, and you can’t help but be proud at how desperate the city is to have his head. 

──   .⋆｡𖦹 . ঔঌ ˖°

Rafayel lazed over his furniture, the ornaments adorning his body gleam against the setting sun. Fish swimming at his fingertips ignite and scatter around the room, lighting his candles. Melted wax hangs from their silver plates, branded with a royal emblem he does not own. A hum escapes him as the breeze tickles his neck.

“A visitor?” He sings. His head tilts upward to hang from his seat, a smile already playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you, my dear.”

Your laugh is short, amused at how quickly he recognized you. Your heart quickens under his gaze. “Have you charmed me, siren?”

He smiles knowingly, “Amplifying the emotions that are already present is far more exciting. Why else would you come back to me?��

You shrug, “I’ve come to congratulate you. Your life bothers the inner city so much that your head no longer has a set price.” 

It’s true. After collecting from another mission, you noticed his poster. His face decorated a large canvas, emboldened by red spelling. Under his picture, the price tag reads: 

⋆ ANY ⋆

His bounty is now a blank check.

“Ugh, that explains why I’ve been so bored lately.” He swings his head, leaning over the lounge chair to meet your eyes.

“How should we celebrate?”

A dullness stirred in your stomach. The orchid in his eyes bloom as a smile dances across his face. His color becoming clearer, more vibrant, more beautiful than before.

“Come closer, my love.”

Your heart pounds, you fully acknowledge that you’re under his spell but feel no need to fight the thoughts his power amplifies.

Slowly, you approach him. “Curious, what does a fish want to do with a palace anyway?”

He laughs slightly, “Humans. Curious but not cautious.” he mutters, reaching a hand out to you. Your palm slips into his grasp, body following as he guides you on the lounge chair. “Invade my kingdom, take my children as pets.. . and then question why I retaliate.” He lies in the chair’s silk as you climb in. The room shrinks at the sound of his voice, melodic and heavy. 

“Such filthy resolve.”

You sit atop him staring into the colors of his eyes. Your fingers brush against his lips as they move, inattentive to the scorn leaving them.

“You, Ms. Hunter.”

An idle hand explores his chest, drawing lines in his neck down to his collarbone. His darkening gaze flickers through his lashes as your hand treads down, tracing the muscle of his torso. 

“You’re getting cockier with every visit.” 

You lean dangerously close as you study the jewelry that wreathed his hips. His nose nudges your cheek, he speaks against your lips.

“Do you enjoy how I favor you?”

“Favor?” a small laugh leaves you. “Do you scar all your toys?”

“With my reputation, would it make sense for you to leave me unscathed?” He hums as his fingers trace your jawline. “I’m protecting you, my love.”

Inattentive to him undressing you, his hand slips past your clothing as his voice continues to charm you. He feels cool against your flushed body, dragging against the uncovering skin. You lean into him the lower he trails, accepting his touch. 

“You’re so cute.” He murmurs.

His hand drags down your body before slipping between your legs. Your breath hitches as he fondles your slicked folds. A moan escapes you as slender fingers slip into your slit. Shallow breaths settle in the haze between the two of you. He becomes restless, his free hand roaming your waist. His cock twitches at the sight of you grinding against his hand, almost jealous of the hand surrounded by your soft velvet. He pumps another finger inside, taking in the cries escaping you as he maintains his rhythm.

“Almost there baby?” 

Your grip on him tightens as you nod against his shoulder. He watches as your hips roll into his knuckles, body twitching as you inch closer to your release. Suddenly, his ingers slip from your warmth. Irritated and empty, you whine— body searching for something to finish you off. He kisses down your neck as he pulls away from you.

“Do something for me first.” He cups your face, planting tender kisses against your lips, “Then I’ll reward you.”

He holds you by the waist, tapping a finger to your lips with his other hand.

“Open.” He commands, voice colder than before. You follow, parting your lips and meeting his gaze. His thumb glides against your tongue as another hand holds your face steady. His nail pierces through the surface of your tongue. You flinch as his fire carves lines down the muscle.

“Shhh, almost done.” He coos, watching you wriggle in pain.

A hint of smile tugs at his lips as his thumb rubs against the scar. The softness of your tongue is disturbed by the roughness left behind. He presses against the muscle and is pleased by your obedience. He watches you shamelessly wrap the injured muscle around his finger as he retrieves his thumb.

“A brand for my favorite pet.” He murmurs. His lips rake up your jaw, settling against the tender skin under your ear. “You’re mine now.” He says, voice rough.

His hand presses against the small of your back, pushing you close once more. “Want your reward?” His cock springs from the easy access of his garments, the heat of him rubbing against you. You grind down on him as his lips find yours, hungry and eager as he tears off what’s left of your clothes. 

He teases himself between your folds, rimming the tip around your throbbing entrance. You grip his shoulder, breath uneven as he lowers you down his length.

“That’s it, take me like a good girl.” He purrs. An encouraging hand holds your waist, directing your body to move. You melt into him as you moves. 

His breath is hot against your neck as the pace quickens. Your moans echo through the night as your hips collide. Hands finds solace on your ass, kneading the skin as you lose yourself in his ecstasy. He feels so soft, his embrace suffocating yet addictive. You cant help the noises that escape you as the knot in your stomach aches to unravel. A trail of kisses tickle up to your neck while a hand holds your waist, “That’s it baby, leave yourself wide open to me.”

Rafayel stills himself, watching as you ride closer to release, as you unravel against him. A dull pressure breaks through your skin— A blade penetrates your dorsi. You suddenly stiffen, body twitchy from your interrupted orgasm. Your wails rip through the haze thickening the room as he nuzzles his smile into your neck.

“You sound so beautiful, my love.” He pulls you closer to continue his praise. His kisses do nothing to distract from the pain welling around your wound. 

Hand prints stain your skin as he strokes your cheeks, untucking the hair past your ear. “Why aren’t you moving? Have I played too rough?”

You find the strength to fight out of his hold. You knock him in the head as you lift a leg, kicking him away and off the lounge chair. You both fall to the floor, a strained groan escaping from you as you unsheathed the blade from your flesh. A hand ghosts over your figure, desperate to keep you from escaping. The blade twirls in your palm before you turn to face the figure behind you. You pin his hand to the floor with the blade, imitating a move done to you nights before. 

You don’t meet his eye, hurrying to your feet. The siren sits there silently as your blood trails out the nearest exit. He scoffs, tossing the weapon aside. The wound barely bleeding as it closes itself. He lies on the ground, chest still heaving from the fight he started.

“Ah, I wasn’t finished.” He sighs. 

The sand is still warm between your feet as you run through the desert. The city’s light reflects off the dune’s curves, guiding you to its gates. His voice echoes through your ears, his unwavering spell following you through the darkness. You shake your head, heart thumping with adrenaline. You’re far enough from his palace walls but it feels like he hasn’t let go of you. 

You return to the city completely tattered and injured. The people of the night quickly look over you in contempt as you drag your body through the crowded streets. 

──   .⋆｡𖦹 . ঔঌ ˖°

His oceans are strongest the nights he craves you most. Nights you spend fighting against his spell, ignoring his melodies. You see him, hear him, feel him. His whispers and praise tickles your neck. The ghost of his fingertips graze your skin and prickles its surface. His voice taunts you the more you try to ignore.

“Come to me. Return to me.”

Nights have passed and your return to the city has left you restless. The scar he left on your tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth as you stroke the wound healing on your back. You so carelessly allowed him to brand you, leaving his spell to continue to haunt you. 

ه*:･゚ঔঌ ৡ

[lilmarshie]

Through It All | Caleb x Fem! Reader

Caleb knew how much you needed him.

No matter what happened Caleb was there for you.

Whether you failed a test in school, got let go from a job that meant the world to you, or even when you felt down on yourself, Caleb was there.

He was your knight in shining armor. Your beloved childhood friend turned boyfriend. He was your rock when things got tough.

Through it all, Caleb knew he had a mission, to protect you at all costs.

And he wouldn’t fail that mission.

[lumieresdreams]

i have the silly husband!zayne in the mind so time to ramble about him 😊

husband!zayne who wakes up first and either cooks breakfast or heats up the already prepared meal from the night before that was in the fridge. once you wake up, he's already made you your drink of choice that he's memorized by heart. it's a lot less sweeter for his liking (he'd sneakily take a sip just to make sure he got it right once in a while) but it was one of the details he loves about you

husband!zayne who pulls you into his arms and affectionately squeezes you momentarily just to hear you giggle before he goes to work, your voice and laughter sounds like home to him

husband!zayne who keeps you updated about his work, checks up on you while on break and even sometimes texts you if he has tea to share once he gets back home after work

husband!zayne who, contrary to his professional exterior, is a great storyteller when it comes to sharing gossip. he doesn't need to change his monotonous tone much, his looks and dramatic pauses alone says a thousand words

husband!zayne who feels really guilty when he doesn't get to give you a heads up about an emergency situation that he gets pulled into and makes it up by taking you to both of your favorite pastry store and having a nice afternoon date there

husband!zayne who adores your cooking, even if some days you can only cook a simple meal. he'd suggest simple ways to spice it up next time and if you do take him up on it, he'd give you an honest critique about it

husband!zayne who pulls you into his nightly care routine before bed. shaving his face, skin care, then brushing his teeth. he'd let you shave his face and put on the skin care products on him, he puts your own products on yours and you do this almost every night if you both have enough energy by the end of the day

husband!zayne who loves having you lay your head on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist comfortably as you two chat in hushed whispers about silly jokes and 'i love you's into the dark before falling asleep together

[comatosebunny09]

When your breasts are tender and sore during your luteal phase, Sylus draws you into his lap on your couch and slides his hands under your shirt to cup them.

“What are you doing?” you half-snort, your spine acquainting itself with his chest.

He buries his nose in the hollow of your shoulder, inhaling your warm scent. His lips curve against it. “I recall someone telling me that heat helps curb the pain.”

You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly. Come to think of it, his palms do feel absolutely wonderful. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

“Sap,” you laugh.

He lightly squeezes your breasts in warning, thumbs teasingly sliding over the pucker of your nipples. The sensation shoots straight to the pleasant space between your thighs.

“Keep being mean to me, and I’ll leave you to suffer alone, kitty-cat.”

You both know his threat is hollow.

[sylusdarling]

Prized Possession

Drabble

Sylus x reader

inspired by this tweet

Sylus was in a bad mood today. You watched him as he stormed out angrily this morning, he was a man on a mission.

“Hey boys,” You approached Luke and Kieran.

“Miss!” They both swung their heads around to look at you.

“Do you both mind telling me what’s up with Sylus today?” You were hoping that his right hand men had some sort of idea of what was going on.

“Boss had his wallet stolen.” Luke said and Kieran nodded.

Just as the boys had said, Sylus had his wallet stolen. Unfortunately for the thief, his prized possession was in there.

Standing in an alley way, his fingers were wrapped in a man’s dirty hair as he sat on his knees in front Sylus. His face was bloodied and his lip quivered as he was at Sylus’ mercy.

“It’s a simple question, really.” Sylus yanked the man’s head back hard and he let out a loud cry.

“Fine! Y-yes I stole your wallet.” The man shook as he spoke.

In one motion Sylus loosened his grip and the man fell face first into the ground. Crouching down, Sylus dug his hand into the cowards coat and retrieved his wallet. Opening the black leather pouch, he plucked something small out of it and tucked it into his suit pocket. With a straight face Sylus threw his wallet on the ground infront of the man.

“Take it, since you clearly want it so bad.”

Reading a book in bed, you stayed up waiting for Sylus. He always told you to put yourself first and sleep but you just couldn’t until your husband was by your side again. The tall man walked into the room, he made sure he opened the door quietly incase you were sleeping.

“Sweetie, you’re still awake.”

Setting the book down on the night stand, you hopped out of bed and walked up to your husband. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he did the same. After a moment you pulled away.

“I heard someone stole your wallet today, get it back?” You questioned.

He nodded, “The wallet wasn’t very valuable. I just had to fetch something inside of it first.”

“Oh like some secret information or money?” You giggled clearly being sarcastic.

Bringing his large hand to your head, he ruffled your hair.

“Something like that.” He hummed. “Let’s go to bed, sweetie.”

“Sounds good.” You dragged your husband by hand to the bed as you climbed under the covers.

Before changing into his pyjamas, Sylus took the item he obtained out of his jacket and placed it on the bedside table.

There on the nightstand sat a polaroid of you with a large smile as you scooped a bite of a chocolate drizzled sundae into your mouth.

It was his prized possession.

[bronzealchemy]

them finding out your bf broke up with you

with: zayne, caleb, sylus

context: pre-relationship

content: slightly suggestive

[ishaslife]

You know how rarely you and Caleb get to see each other, right? It bothers you so much. Every time he’s around, you can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Even if it’s only for a day—or if you're lucky, two—it’s enough to make you appreciate every moment, despite the distance between you.

And on one such night when he's there, he has you under him, thrusting into you, slowly. Making sure that every time he goes inside you, you feel how deep he is, or how deep he can go—before coming out completely and going all the way back in again, over and over.

You're so fucked out of your mind because it feels so good, you're overstimulated, lost in the haze of pleasure and emotion, yet beneath it all, an ache lingers, one you can't place. Without thinking, you reach for him, your hands seeking his warmth, your touch is desperate and clinging. He's utterly lost in the moment, but when you coo his name, his eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he murmurs, "You're so clingy tonight… And to think, just hours ago, you were ready to whack me over the head." He groans as he enters you again and places your hands on his shoulders.

You pull him close once he's entirely inside you and his eyes widen in surprise as you cling to him, your arms tightening as though he might vanish if you let go. For a moment, he hesitates, caught off guard, before finally wrapping his arms around you in return. A whirlwind of emotions swells within you—longing, relief, fear—and before you can stop yourself, the words slip out in a quiet breath against his neck. "Do you love me, Caleb?"

He exhales a soft chuckle, the sound rich with warmth but also a slight annoyance, as if the answer should be obvious. "You know damn well I love you more than life itself. Why do you always ask me that, hmm?"

He rolls his hips slowly as he hums, the limited space between you forcing each movement to be deliberate—almost as if he’s punishing you with overstimulation for daring to ask such a question.

You whimper, voice laced with need. "Don't leave again…I hate it when you leave." The words come out as a plea, muffled as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing. "Mmm, I know."

He strokes your back, his touch is featherlight, keeping you close as he's completely sheathed in you, "I know, doll. If it were up to me, I'd stay right here with you forever." He inhaled deeply, as if trying to commit the scent of your hair to memory. "But I'm here now... and I'm not going anywhere for a while, so..."

He pulled back slightly, his fingers threading through your hair, before resuming his slow, deliberate movements. Your hand found its way to his cheek, a gesture that sent something wild through him. He nuzzled into your touch, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm.

His gaze—heavy with longing, devotion, something deeper than words—never left yours. "I love you so much," he groaned, his pace picking up, yet his eyes remained locked onto your face. "You mean everything to me, you know that, right?"

You nodded, moaning and whimpering as he moved faster against you, making sure you felt every inch of him. "I—I love you too, Caleb. Don't go anywhere again... Don't disappear."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your plea, and he pulled you closer, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he pounded into you, The need in his voice was undeniable, as if your words had completely undone him. "Say it again, please. Say it again for me," he pleaded, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"I love you, Caleb. I love you," you gasped, and that was all it took. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat and his body tensed, shaking with release as he finished inside you. "I'm not goin' anywhere... not for long" he grunted. Stuffing his cum inside you, caressing and raking his fingers all over before he kissed your breasts greedily, and looked up at you with heavy eyes— watching you reach your own high once you felt him explode inside, the look on his face, his warm and wet tongue on your breasts and the sounds he made only heightening the pleasure you felt, both of you panting and catching your breath in each other's arms, not wanting to let go. You held onto him tighter though, not yet ready for him to pull out.

He chuckled softly against your ear, his hand soothingly tracing over your back and through your hair. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the deep rumble of his laughter reverberate through your body.

"So needy, pipsqueak," he murmured, his tone laced with fatigue and affection. "Maybe I should keep you like this more often..."

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Casually calling them "daddy" LADS

Word count; 1,913

Themes; slightly barely there suggestive content, fluff, established relationship

Warnings; mention of "daddy" ofc, fluff

Notes; So these turned out more fluffy than I originally intended...honestly, thought they'd be more smutty, but I've learnt that it's really difficult for me to write smut. Or at least, smut with little to no context before it all goes down. I might eventually write some smuttier drabbles, but regardless of smut, I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote!

You saw that there was an old trend about calling your boyfriend “daddy” and videoing their reaction so, obviously, you wanted to give it a try…

Xavier 

It's been almost a year since you and Xavier started dating– and it was a wonderful eleven months! He told you everything about himself. What his future with you was like, all of his feelings throughout the centuries, and you listened. You wholeheartedly believed him, because it would be one hell of a lie if it wasn't true…and you didn't think Xavier had the time or energy to come up with a complex lie like that. 

But even if you now know, time moves on. There's not much you can do about your future self, so you can't really change the future in that way though…Xavier's here now, in the past, and that's all that matters to you. 

Anyway, today was just a normal day as any. 

You were sitting at the counter, keeping a close eye on Xavier– who was attempting to follow, yet another, cooking tutorial. The man was desperate to cook a decent meal for you. His heart dead set on making you something edible for your upcoming year anniversary…and while that was cute, you also wanted to mess with him. 

You push your cup just out of your reach and make a big show of trying to reach for it, before sighing loudly. 

“Daddy, can you pass me my drink please?” 

You can hear the clang of a spatula hitting the floor and you watch Xavier’s body comically whip around to face you. 

“What?” His head cocks to the side as his wide eyes were set on your face. “Say that again..”

“Hmm? I said ‘Xav, can you pass me my drink, please’.” You copy his head tilt and he quickly shakes his head.

 “No, no you didn't.” He takes a few steps toward you before grabbing your hand in-between both of his. “Say it again.” 

You couldn't resist his sweet puppy dog eyes, so you hold back a smile as you meet his eyes. “I...called you daddy.” 

“Really?” He seems unusually excited. “So are we…?” His gaze lowers to your stomach and you can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips. 

Gosh, he was so cute. 

“Baby– no, no. We're not pregnant.” You run your fingers through his hair with a smile on your lips. “Are...you disappointed?” 

“Mmh..” Xavier hums thoughtfully for a moment before he shakes his head. “No. We can just make it a reality later. No need to rush.” 

Zayne 

You and Zayne have only been dating for six months, but it felt like much longer. Having known each other since you were little, you both had always been close– well, your definition of close and his were probably different. You always thought of him as a friend while he tried to keep a distance and thought you hated him. But time brought you both back together with him as your primary care physician. 

The two of you had been flirting up until his birthday and finally made it official once he blew his candles out on the cake you made for him. It was a sweet time, but that was six months ago. 

Now, though, you really want to fluster the man. 

He always embarrasses you and makes you feel nervous, but you never get to see him that way. Sure, his ears will turn red and sometimes he won't meet your eyes when you get too intense with him, but you've never seen him absolutely shocked. And you just wanted to see one look of surprise from him. 

So, what did you decide to do? 

You decided to casually call him "daddy” as a joke.

That should definitely go over well. 

Zayne is seated behind his desk at the hospital, sorting through papers as you longue on his sofa. Your eyes continuously glancing toward the windows to make sure the door was shut and the blinds were closed. 

“If you keep staring at the door, you just might burn a hole through it.” Zayne says, though he didn't even look up from his paperwork. He was attentive like that and probably already knew you wanted something or you were ready to go home. And he was right. 

“When are we going home…daddy?” You ask as you kick your feet in the air behind you. You were on your stomach, resting your cheek against your arms as you watched his expression…which didn't change at all. 

"Just give me a few more minutes, angel, and I'll be done.” Zayne pushes his glasses up with his index finger and clicks his pen, jotting down a few notes. 

“I–” You puff your cheeks out with a small sigh and decide to keep going with it. “I want to go home now, daddy.”

“Didn't I just tell you to be patient?” Now Zayne finally looks up at you with one of his brows raised. “I'll deal with you when we get home.” 

Rafayel 

It's been four months since Rafayel asked you out. Four months since you tugged Rafayel down into the bath with you, which set off a chain reaction of a steamy night, followed by him asking you out the next morning; he also complained that you both went out of order, but he wasn’t too upset when you continued where you left off…

Now, though, you moved out of your apartment and to Rafayel's home, ‘Mo Art Studio’ at Whitesand Bay. 

It was definitely odd at first, but it was a good change of pace. Always being by the ocean, able to take your morning walks together on the beach and collect seashells. You had a whole collection on your desk at work. He'd always give you the most unique and prettiest shells, saying “only the best for his cutie”. 

He was also so easy to fluster. 

You immediately knew you had him wrapped around your finger every time his ears would turn red. That same crimson slowly made its way from his ears to his cheeks, all the way to his whole face. So you assumed your little ‘prank’ would also have the same effect. 

You were sitting on a beach towel in the sand with an umbrella blocking your eyes from the bright sun. In front of you was Rafayel, painting your visage, with an easel. His hand deftly moves across the canvas as he sketches the outline for his new painting. 

Lately, you are the only thing he can paint. Always asking you to stop what you're doing so he can run and get his sketch pad. You could be doing something so normal and mundane, but he'd be struck with the inspiration to record your very image. 

As much as you loved it and thought this was very sweet, after almost two weeks of this…You wanted some form of payback. 

“Hey, daddy, can we take a break for a second? It’s really hot out here.” You squint your eyes to try and see Rafayel's face, your hand fanning at your body because you, seriously, are hot out here. 

“Huh?” 

It's like Rafayel is frozen in time, or buffering. He's just blankly staring at you with a confused expression on his face until his pencil drops into the sand. That's when he quickly stands up  and makes his way toward you. 

“Again.” 

Now, it's your turn to be confused. 

“Raf, what–” 

“Not that, say the other word again.” His ears were red as he crouched down in front of you, a look of determination in his eyes. 

“No– you're making it weird!” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to put some distance between him as your face turns red. 

“Please, I really need to hear you say it again! I'm seriously going to die if you don't.” There's your overdramatic fishy. 

“Fine, but just this once.” You grumble, turning your head to look away from him. “Daddy…” Though you say it as low as you can and Rafayel groans, tilting his head back. 

“Louder.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Come on, cutie. If you don't…I might want to change that to my new nickname.”

Sylus

It's been about…a year? Yes, definitely a year since you and Sylus started dating. Well, you both have differing opinions on when exactly you started dating. Sylus claims it was the moment he laid eyes on you in the N109 Zone, while you claim it was only about six months ago– which is when you and Sylus made a bet. 

It was a bet where if he came back safely from his mission, he'd leave you alone. He wouldn't bother you anymore, wouldn't talk to you, contact you, anything of the sort…and you won, but you didn't realize he'd actually do it. So whenever you seeked him out to make sure he was safe, and he ignored you, you realized that maybe you did want him in your life. 

This led to you running across the street to him and jumping into his arms like this was a hallmark movie, and you claim this was when you officially started dating Sylus.

But between us, you just agree with Sylus when he says a year, because if you don't, he'll pout for the whole day. 

...And today was one of those ‘pouty Sylus’ days. 

You went on a mission that was probably way too dangerous, even though you told Sylus you were going to slow down on your Hunter's work. But you couldn't just ignore endangered civilians. If any of them would have died, that would've been too much for your sympathetic heart to handle. 

And even if Sylus understands your reasoning, he's still upset that you left without telling him– having woken up to a cold bed without you by his side sent him spiraling into a panic. 

So, when you got home, you noticed he was sulking in the kitchen as he made dinner. 

“Sy…” You take your shoes off by the door, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you tentatively walk into the kitchen. Standing behind the counter, you sigh, “I'm reeaally sorry...” 

“If you're reeaaally sorry, then help me make our dinner.” He says, not looking up at you and that doesn't make you feel any better. 

“Okay..” You finally step past the counter and you look around. “So…what do you need?” You were trying to figure out something– anything that could make Sylus feel better when a thought comes to your mind. 

Most guys probably like it when their girlfriend calls them daddy…right? 

“In the cabinet, top shelf. I need a bottle of garlic powder.” 

Okay, you got this. 

You take a deep breath and open the cabinet, straining your arm to try and reach the seasoning bottle, but your fingertips barely brush it and knock it over. “Shit…” You swallow back your nervousness before continuing, “Daddy, can you grab it for me?” 

The room fills with silence for a moment, but then you hear Sylus chuckle. 

“Sure, kitten.” 

Your back suddenly feels warm as a firm chest presses against it and Sylus reaches up from behind you to grab the bottle. 

“I ask you to do one simple thing and you can't even do that.” Sylus chides, clicking his tongue as he pops the bottle open to pour some into the pan on the stove. 

“Da–”

“If you think a few empty words will make me feel better, kitten…you've got to try a lot harder than that.” 

I'd like to say, this is definitely one of my better drabbles– one of my favorites, in fact!

I have like...six more ideas for drabbles and then I'll need to come up with some more. Like these new cards and Rafayel's student photoshoot event really had me thinking of how seriously the LADS men would take roleplaying– and that spawned a whole different drabble idea, so you can definitely look forward to that!

I'm trying to come up with new ways to do my drabbles, so that's why I did a little prelude before I started writing for the guys. Please let me know any feedback yall have for me! Especially with the coloured dialogue, I'm not too sure if I like it, but it seems really pretty and probably makes it easier to tell who is talking apart. (I won't use it for my fic though, only the drabbles!)

Anyway, I have a small personal project I'm working on this weekend so I probably won't be able to write any chapters for my 'Divisa' fic, but I'm still going to post chapter nineteen of 'Twist of Fate' and try to write at least two more chapters since I'm only on twenty-three or so.

I hope you all enjoyed these drabbles and I hope yall have a great night/day! 🩷

[ellinights]

XAVIER: LET LOOSE (M)

Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin.

Or, Xavier and you are seeing who tugs the string first, after the night of sensory test. 

fandom: Love and deepspace.

pairing: you (afab) & shen xinghui/xavier.

tags: nsfw, smut, rated explicit, 6k words, mdni.

additional tags: kissing, making out, penetrative, unprotected sex (wear ur condoms pls), hickies, teasing, creampie. honestly this is full on porn and smut no plot so enjoy the filth.

disclaimer: The content below is purely fictional, All content is also 100% my work, DO NOT copy/plagiarize my writings.

AO3: link

“What are you doing?” 

The familiar soft ring of his voice drums through your ears, sending slight shivers down your spine. However, within the gentle whisper rupturing from the other male’s throat, there is something swirling in his words, something suggestive. 

Your head turns slightly to his direction, eyes gazing towards him intently. Something else is definitely in the air, because holy.

The days after the mission you and Xavier shared to investigate on protocore fragments were in high rise, tension fills the air between you both the day after the sensory ‘test’. A loose thread hanging by slim, ready to snap any moment but it is still holding strong. You know yourself, and Xavier too, that night was not enough. The desire to go again, to take each other in bed, and to be devoted to each other without hiding it under a lame excuse such as a ‘sensory test’, is so potent. 

Mind flashing back to that night, it plays in your mind like a broken record. Each time you remembered how your delicate fingertips gently traced along his hot skin, down to his neck. Hearing Xavier’s soft hitches of his breaths, the way his pretty sky-blue eyes rolled over the back of his head each time your warm breath fanned over his skin when you marked over his collarbone. Oh you want to see him in that state again. 

But also a state where he was going wild, showing no mercy as he rammed into your insides while sending you on edge, a sight to die for. The restraints that were holding him all these times you knew him, were not seen once he took you in the cold bed of that hotel. It was a hot view to behold, his ragged breaths with hushed whispers how he was going to ruin you sent shivers down your spine. 

You are greedy, for more.

And now, Xavier is still here. The usual, composed demeanor set across as he is sitting beside you, hands place nicely over his lap as he perches over your shoulder trying to look at what you are browsing on your phone on the living room couch. 

What you were not expecting to see though, is what choice of clothing he decided to pick, again. 

The view right beside you is Xavier wearing a bathrobe, nothing out of abnormality but the way he is wearing is alluring. You knew he was doing this on purpose, wanting you to break the string of patience instead of him. 

Someone with a lot of pride in their patience huh? 

Another observation you realized after the ‘test’ was how Xavier was wearing bathrobes more often now when he is home. Sometimes, he would wear it over his pajamas during nippy weather, and at other times, like this. He would wear it without anything underneath, allowing the outline shape of his cock to protrude over the silky fabric. Ribbons tie very loose, so loose that sometimes ‘accidents’ where his cock would slip over the middle slit of his robe, a little ‘surprise’ for you. 

Oh the sneaky man you are, Xavier. 

You were in disbelief, it went on for days, leading on till today. And it only elevates from there. Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin. 

And behold, his cock slips out again, this time it is hard, red and leaky. Xavier is already needy, you chuckled inwardly at that. One thing never fails to surprise you on Xavier, he gets hard so easily, could get turned on within moments. 

Your eyes flick back up to now see his oh so pretty face. The same flush over his body brushes over his face, accentuating the beauty of Xavier’s visage. The red compliments the little faint freckles over his cheeks, the red makes the blue of his eyes gleam brighter under the soft lightning in the room, the red mostly matches with the color of his red, rosy lips that you want to smooch it over and over. Your imagination takes afloat, imagining a pair of fluffy bunny ears on top of his head with the sight of this. Cute. 

He is so beautiful, Xavier is so beautiful. 

The lack of response coming from your part made Xavier scoot closer again, his breath fanning over your neck as he asks again. “What are you searching for?” Xavier asks nicely, like a good boy, sounding so obedient. You shiver again. 

“Some sheet masks.” You answer, with a slight stutter as you feel his breath again, goosebumps spreading over your skin. Xavier hums as a response, and what he did next is not what you expected. 

Before you know it, Xavier’s strong pair of arms holds your waist and swoops you over to have you sit on his lap. You hear yourself let out a soft yelp, eyes widen slightly in surprise. Now, you snug over him, you could feel the tip of his cock perching your behind as he rest his chin over your shoulder. 

“Hm? Again? You still have some left in my fridge.” Xavier mutters softly, nuzzling himself over as he gently closes his eyes. Your brain feels fuzzy for a bit, malfunctioning even at the bare minimum of what the other man is doing. You were wrapped around his finger a little more tightly than you thought. 

Adjusting yourself on Xavier’s lap as you shift against his strong, muscular thighs, a deep breath is drawn within the confinements of your chest. Your mouth is not cooperating with your thoughts, wanting to tell him that stocking them up would not be a bad idea since he is using it as well. But nothing is coming out. 

Xavier does not wait, instead he dives in. Diving into the crook of your neck, his lips ghost over the side. It hovers there, tiers brushing at every little shift you do on his lap. Goosebumps again form all over your skin, shivering at the soft intimacy shared. 

“Xav..? What-" 

Sentence goes unsaid, Xavier’s lips attach against your hot skin. His sweet, soft pairs gently roam around a small patch of your neck, spreading soft kisses over. As if he is writing pretty love notes in the form of hickies, he takes a small nibble on the centre, earning a soft groan erupting within the depths of your throat. Your pretty lips part, panting heavily over the ministrations done, encouraging the male to mark more. 

“X-Xav What are you doing?” you finally ask, in between your soft huffs. Xavier on the other hand, just hums. 

“Shh, nothing.” Xavier only replies with that, mouth busy. Despite the short reply, he sounded breathless, desperate, and needy. 

Squirming against Xavier’s lap, your hands clutch onto his larger hands around your waist, back fully lean against his chest. With his position, he rubs himself against. Vibrations spread through your skin, hearing his groan muffling at the release of pleasure done puts Xavier on edge. 

The moment you have been waiting for, the string finally snaps. In a swift move, your body turns and quickly places yourself over his lap, thighs straddling on each side of Xavier’s legs. The other male could look at you dumbfoundedly, however from the looks of it he is already spent. Lips parted, eyes hazy, body yearning to dive back in and indulge into you again. This causes you to emit a small chuckle to flow through your lips, before your arms find its way to settle right around his broad shoulders. 

“Finally, someone snapped.” you let out a teasing remark while you move closer to Xavier. Mouth millimeters apart, lips brushing ever so slightly if anyone moves. Xavier could only grumble, eyes shifting away from yours to look at your tiers. 

“Do not tease me now-” 

“I didn’t know someone as composed as you would snap the strings first in a situation like this. You thought I would break in first.”

“Enough-” 

“Oh what happened to the cool and composed Xavier hu-” 

Words did not reap out of your throat anymore, as something plush and soft pressing upon. Little to your surprise Xavier’s lips find a way to yours, a way to keep your mouth shut. His lips did not move as gently as he is used to, the sweet princely-like man you know is gone. Chasing for a taste of your sweet ones, his lips trapping your lower lip between to give a good suck before pulling away. Continuing, his mouth maps along your lips as his self control slips. 

Xavier’s hands move from his sides to cup over your cheeks. Holding them still, his control is dominating, relishing you while his hands slip down further to explore every expanse of you. Contrary to before, Xavier has a sense of familiarity now. The night in the hotel, his hands were still timid and shy at times. Now, not an ounce of fear shows. The male’s palms move freely, with no shame. The way his dainty fingers brush against the wide of your back as it slowly trails down in a tranquilizing manner. Trailing back up to touch the height of your neck, fingers brushing teasingly there earning a soft shiver from you. 

Not wanting to back down, your hands also move boldly. Taking the advantage of his loose robe to gently caress the exposed part of his shoulder to which caused a response from the other male. A soft, sweet gasp shared between you and his lips as his skin shivers. You push away the fabric, letting Xavier’s robe slip down to gather around his waist, so as the both of you, lips slipping away while heavy, breathless pants filling the room.

“How could you restrain yourself like this?” Xavier is the first one to break the silence, words mix in between his irregular breaths. You could not find the words to reply, still catching your breath but also your mind is occupied with wanting to see the man in front of you wrecked and done for tonight. 

All thoughts poof away when Xavier’s head thumps against the front of your shoulder, nuzzling there like a little kitty. The imagery in front of you, as if he is screaming for your attention. Seconds after, his head turns up slightly to look at you. Nothing else reflects within the irises of his pretty blue orbs other than need.  

“I am mad at you.” the words lays heavy upon the silvered hair male’s tongue, but he does not let you ask why before he continues. “Day after day, tried to gain your attention. Didn’t even notice what I have been wearing for you, wanting to look good for you, didn’t even acknowledge it.” Xavier says, grumbling his way out. Despite the sexual air still standing in between you two, the sight beneath you is too endearing to ignore

Until his lips find his way to your neck again, he presses his lips at the centre firmly. Once more, a soft yelp escapes past your mouth, hairs standing everywhere. Tongue dipping out, he licks a small part, his possessive tendencies shining through to claim you. As if Xavier’s mind reads the endearment you have for him, he wants it gone. He parts away after, brows furrowed in disbelief. 

“Still think it's funny?” Xavier breathes in sharply through his nose and before you know it his arms hook under your arms and knees, standing up while carrying you away to the shared bedroom. He is not discreet with his annoyance, throwing you on the bed with no care before he climbs on top of you. His bigger figure hovers over yours, his expression still agitated before he speaks. 

The room is quiet again, as yours and his breaths become one. Knowing from the judgments of your observations, Xavier is thinking of what to say. How to break his silence. Clearly his plan backfired, and it seems to be a bigger deal than what you thought it would be. It is when you try to make the first move he cuts it away. 

“Xav I did notice you were wearing that and I-” 

“After that day, my mind could only repeat one thing. The way I took you under me, to please you. Need that so much, I want you again." This time, there are no hints of aggravation lacing through Xavier’s voice. Only desperation, as his face contours with want. 

“Yeah, I broke my composure once more. But trying to seduce you over and over backfired. So let me ask you directly then.” Xavier then leans closer, faces so close just like how they were on the couch. 

“Please, let me have you again. Please.” He begs, eyes gazing right through you like a lost puppy wanting its owner’s approval.

How could you say no? 

In response, you give a soft peck his lips with the distance, giggling in between before pulling away. Xavier in return, hums softly at the shared kisses, lips puckering to return each and every one of them to you. 

“You didn’t need to seduce me in any way just to get what you want. I’ll always say yes, for you.” Your heart blooms with the way Xavier’s face lights up. Soft flicks of light particles glide through the air, you already know how his heart is feeling. 

“But.” You then slowly sit up, causing Xavier to back away a bit. Confused, his head tilts to the side before your hands find its way to his so you could guide them to touch your waist. Leaning in closer to whisper against his ear, just like how you did in the hotel to call his name but this time you give an order. 

“Help me take off my clothes. It is not fair that you are the only one naked. Right?” Your soft snicker rings past his ear, something stirs within him. Without wasting time, his hand starts working quickly. Fingers holding onto the hem of your shirt he pulls it over your head. Next, hooking onto the waistband of your pants, he tugs it down along with your underwear leaving you bare from waist down. Lastly, Xavier’s hand behind your back unclasps the garment holding your bosoms, letting it fall against the bed. 

With the both of you on the same page, while you can only focus on how the air strikes, coldness gently grazes against your skin creating an uncomfortable feeling, Xavier’s mind is elsewhere. His eyes follow through your figure attentively. The soft curves, small details of your skin from moles to freckles. The height of your breast, nipples perked up from the chilly air, Xavier thinks you presenting yourself bare and naked, is the most majestic sight he has ever seen. No art, no expensive painting could replicate such beauty you embody. 

Finally, the core in between your legs. Xavier’s eyes flutter down, seeing the pink plushed sweetness that he wants to devour so much. If he could spend his time there endlessly, in suffocation he would. On the other hand, with you noticing his long stare, your legs squeeze shut in response out of sheepishness. 

“No-” Xavier shakes his head in disapproval, his hand reaches over to your knees to hold them in place. He stops there for awhile, eyes flicking back to yours before he moves your knees apart to spread your legs away. 

“Let me see your pretty princess parts, spread your legs and keep it open for me.” He gently instructs, hand caressing through your leg up and down. You could not help but to burn the moment his skin touches yours, let alone what he is about to do next. 

It is something about the way Xavier looks at you wherever, butterflies fluttering against the pit of your stomach. You could almost feel wetness pooling around your hole the moment he looks at you as he lowers himself down. That tantalizing look of his, a rare sight to see from a composed man, and knowing you are the only one who gets to see this state of hunger from him is arousing to say the least. 

Once Xavier’s face is out of sight, he is facing directly against your crotch area. Staring intently in between the core nestling between, hunger takes over as he sees the view, the outer lips wet and slicked from your own sweetness. Satisfaction washed over as he hums, the thought of having all of this to himself appeals to Xavier so well. Without warning, he gives a small blow towards the centre of your cunt, causing you to shiver and involuntarily narrow the gap of your legs.

“Keep them apart, my love.” Xavier’s firm hands hold onto your thighs and keep them apart again. His eyes meet with yours once more, with a look of warning plastering all over his face. Adding the endearment at the end did not take away his authoritative tone, but it turns you on slightly with his duality. Nodding your head, you oblige. 

Diving back in, he does not waste time. He indulges, lips placing soft kisses over the expanse of your wet lips. Sucking every sweet nectar dripping out of you, he takes it in willingly. Almost drowning in his own pleasure of your taste, he lets out a soft moan against your hole causing a vibration. A moan erupts within your throat, responding to his administration. 

“Fuck Xa-” Words leave hanging, once Xavier’s lips attach against your clit to give a gentle good suck. The small bundle of nerves, sparks signals of pleasure all over your body. Your head throws to the back of the bed, eyes rolling back slightly as your hands grab onto the rumpled sheets beneath you. You moan wantonly, feeling too good from the continuous stimulation there. 

Xavier keeps his palms busy, roaming along the soft supple skin of your thighs. Lips leaving your clit to press kisses over said skin, his slender digits ghost softly over your wet core. Your breath hitches, feeling its presence coming close. However, he never touches, only hovering the spot. Only soft grazes between the pad of his fingers and your cunt. A whine escapes within you, hips moving forward to try and take him in. 

“Mhm- Patience, baby.” Xavier warns again, halting his movements as he pulls away again. Taking over control, his arms hook under each side of your knees to manhandle you close so your hips elevate slightly from the bed. His face on par with your cunt again, this time his tongue does the action. Lapping all over every part he could touch, dipping into the entrance in short intervals as a tease before he repeats everything again and again. 

Seemingly a scheme to punish from so called disobeying him, his teases are relentless. Xavier goes on and on, poking but not completely devouring you just yet. Your patience is running thin, whines getting desperate and loud. While Xavier takes it as entertainment, it is hell for you. Whatever teasing he did back in the hotel room nights ago, is nothing compared to this. 

“Ah- Xav don’t play with me right now-” 

“You couldn’t keep yourself still for me when I told you to, baby.” the name of endearment again, sparks flushes against your skin. Remembering how it affected you when he first called you that, almost coming to his sweet, sultry seduction wrapped in the word “baby”. You know he is using it to his advantage, as if he is trying to rile you up, to set the levels fair as his. 

It is almost ridiculous.

“You still can’t let go of that huh? Need to tease me right haah- now? I told you I didn’t mind-” the next thing Xavier does, almost sends you to the edge. Without any notice, his tongue dips further into the canal. Almost imitating the feeling of filling you up, your moans peek up into a high pitch. Back arching away from the mattress, your lips could not contain the soft chants of his name from slipping away. 

“Oh- yes please. Don’t stop Xav please- Need more.” You beg like a mantra, more moans filling in the air. With how your words act as a trance for Xavier to obey, he gives in and dips his warm muscle further. He gives a soft flick, tickling the inside of your walls. This causes you to squirm, the continuous attention given now feels too much, a familiar pool rippling against your lower abdomen. 

“A-Ah I’m- Fuck Xavier I’m gonna..” The pool gets even more intense, the peak is getting there.

And suddenly, everything stops. 

You knew even after your explanation, the man in front of you can get sulky, especially when things do not go his way. You knew Xavier was slightly bumped on his wasted efforts. Which you have guessed why earlier he was edging you out. 

But it backfired him again, as he came while he does so. 

The walls within you constrict, trying to search for something to suck and squeeze on but alas, nothing it could find to replicate the feeling. As a result, Xavier pulls away and before you could get mad over him trying to tease your waters today, all thoughts vanish away from the sight of the male in front of you. Eyes droopy, face flushed with embarrassment, his soft strands sticking against his sweaty forehead. His lips cover with a small sheen of you as it trails down to his chin, his soft breaths kills the eerie silence of the space. But what shocks you the most is as your eyes rake down further, is the sight of his cock. 

The sheets beneath stains with his release, his cock spent as remains of his come smears along the underside. The tip, a mix of his precum and his seed settles atop. It is such a messy sight to behold, gaining amusement from how hard he still is. 

Suddenly, the male grunts, head drooping down as if he is in shame. Your head tilts, slightly confused before you hear him speak. 

“Can’t believe I just cummed at eating you out.” Xavier says in disbelief, groaning softly while he covers his face with his hand. This earns a loud laugh from you, before closing the gap between you and him as you pull him into an embrace. 

“You silly, don’t be embarrassed about it.” Soft reassurance comes out from your tiers, your hand comes up to smooth down the back of his head. You further add on. “Besides, it is quite hot to know you get turned on easily like this, Xavier.” The way you said his name, exactly the way you said it in the same low whisper at the cramped bed of that night. Something ignites in Xavier, as the way his body tenses after that while his cock twitching did not go unnoticed. 

Chuckling softly, you pull away from the embrace, and slowly lower yourself. You did it in a way that is painful, agonizing as you put on a show for him to see. The way the curve of your back promenades even more in this position, the perk of your ass showing through the back but most importantly, you keeping an eye on him without breaking contact. 

In his mind, Xavier thinks he could come again with this sight of you.

Without much thought, only mind full of him, your hand reaches out to take ahold of his cock. Helping it to direct to your mouth, your lips gently circle around his tip. Eyelashes batting bashfully, you maintain contact with him as you part your lips away. 

“Sorry, I’ll focus on my boy from now on. Your advances, whether it's to seduce me or just to gain my attention. I’ll focus on you, yeah?” You ‘apologise’. Xavier on the other hand, shivers. His hips move forward spontaneously, still sensitive from his high earlier on. 

“As a way to make it up, let me help you clean you up.” You offer, darting your tongue out to gently clean the underside of his cock. Your motions cause Xaiver to huff heavily, breath fanning softly as his chest rises up and down erratically. 

“I forgive you. Ah..!”

At that moment, your lips take his tip again but also slowly swallow his cock wholly. Only using the reason for cleaning up as an excuse, your motive lies bare right in front of him. The sounds you want to hear the most, the same old but beautiful moans of the male. Soft, light, airy. The sounds bless your ears, as your head starts to bob up and down to extract more of your blessing. 

“S-Shit. Not too fast, please..” Xavier warns, eyes closing to immerse himself into the pleasure. One of your hands starts to caress the front of his body, from his strong thighs that are earned from centuries of wielding a sword, to his prominent abdominal muscles that reflect the same strength of his endurance to be the best of the best. 

You choose to hear him, plopping away from his cock but replacing it with your hand from his abs earlier. Wrapping around them, you give a soft stroke for starters. Thumb pressing against the slit, beads of precum ooze out from him making your strokes less frictious. The pleasure intensifies, his soft moans start to irregulate. Turning into short grunts, he whispers hushed pleads due to his greed. 

“B-baby.. Yeah, just like that. Go faster.” He requests, his own hips moving as if it has its own mind, forward and thrusting into your hand. Obeying his words, your wrist flicks and the speed increases. Pacing the strokes short and fast, your eyes keep glue onto every shift of his expression of reaching his ecstasy. 

“A-Ah.. Doing so good, baby. Keep going.” Xavier encourages, while one of his hands reaches to gently comb away your long strands covering your face. The praises send through your pussy, juices dripping out down to your thigh. Keeping the pace, your tongue peeks out to give kittish licks over and over through the slit. And there, you hear a sharp cry, Xavier’s hips jerk forward from the stimulation of his cock. 

You keep it steady there, ready to capture his precious seed anytime he is about to burst- 

His hand then stops your motions, holding onto your wrist tightly. You on the other hand, despite following and stopping for him, your face has a look of confusion. Swiftly, he moves you down to lay you back again on the bed and he crawls on top of you. The familiar position from earlier on again, this time his cock poking at your entrance. 

“Can’t take it anymore.” Xavier says shakily, his cock spreading along your folds, flicking against your clit. You choke out a moan, the sudden pleasure running through you visits again after the denial of orgasm earlier, heightening your sensitivity. 

“Need to fuck you now. Can I, baby? Please?” He asks, almost sounding like he is going to cry if he is given a rejection to his plea. 

There is no absolute way ‘no’ is an answer, the moment you have wanted for so long after that night lays upon you. And so you nod eagerly, hand reaching down to grab onto his cock to angle it properly against your hole. 

“Yes, please do. Fuck me like you mean it, Xav. Need you to fuck me harder than that night.” As blunt as those words you speak, your actions mirror the same. Tugging onto him without a care in the world, needing to have Xavier again, filling you up and completing each other as one. 

The way your words transcend to him, his orbs darken. With one push, he thrust in slowly fulfilling your orders. Slowly, he begins to accommodate your velvety walls, stretching them apart, ends of Xavier’s hip meets with yours. Once he is fully seated, the both of you moan in unison. Calling each other’s name in bliss, deluge into each other as a call to ending the long awaited tension. 

With that, Xavier’s hips move. 

The first thrust is impactful, pulling out only leaving the tip inside of you, before he slams back down. The push is intense, as Xavier has no room for mercy to be gentle anymore. Not that you mind, the need for the man right in front of you to take you like how he did back in the hotel, hot and steamy, taking you apart till there are no pieces for you to pick up for yourself. 

You broke into soft sobs, as Xavier repeats the motion over and over again each time increasing the impact. You let yourself fall into his hands, your fingers reaching to thread over his soft silver strands before tugging them softly. As a response, Xavier groans at the soft sting against his scalp. 

“Fuck- Fuck Xavier, harder. Faster, ruin me. Don’t hold back.” You coax him out of his shell further, although he is fucking you harder than before you know he still is holding back at the fear of hurting. 

You want him to push your limits, to see how much you can handle him. Whatever Xavier gives, you want it all. To tell him it is okay to let go of his stoic facade at times, with you. And so he did. 

The way he starts pounding mercilessly into your pussy, elicits a scream out from you. The sight you have been looking for now lays upon your eyes. Disheveled, uncontrollable Xavier is in sight. He does not waste time to snuggle his face against the centre of your chests, lips against your plush breast and starts sucking a hickey. 

“God- Mm- You’re pretty like this.. Can’t resist you, baby.” Xavier’s gentle rumble vibrates through your chest. The feathery tone of his voice flutters your heart, the way he is so soft spoken to you despite being in a lewd situation like this reflects on his gentleness which you adore. 

“Your pretty cunt, all for me to ruin hm? Have them wide open for me baby, love seeing you like this.” Air almost knocked out from your lungs, the sudden switch up from gentle to rough piques your senses. There is something you still have a hard time to get used to, behind Xavier's calm appearance, he is a freak. It is not that you are not accustomed to this, in fact, you love it so much from him it riles you up easily. Xavier knows where to use this to his advantage, to mould you into whatever version of you he wants to see

“It’s been awhile since I fucked you haven’t I? You’re so tight, sucking my cock like that.” Another string of obscene words coming out from that man’s filthy mouth, your eyes roll as you can feel soft rushes of pleasure run through your veins just by his words. 

“Then pound into me harder, Xav.” You manage to say, not submitting down. “Tear me apart, or you can’t anymore?” Deciding to test out the waters, your lips curl up into a smirk as you tease him for a bit. Perhaps it was the way he edged you moments before, that you wanted to take revenge. 

Or the fact that as much as you want him to test your limits, you have your own mind to test his. How much could you get away with? Or how much he can suppress, despite seeing him lose his tranquility earlier on, you wonder if he still has barriers to push.  

And you were absolutely right. There were more layers to him. 

Xavier does not miss a beat or give you the chance to retort further the moment his hips plunges into you further, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly without stopping. The intensity causes the shared bed to creak, bed frame hitting the back of the walls echoing the room. The way his cock opens you apart, sending a satisfying stretch. Knowing tomorrow you would be sore but you couldn't care less, your legs circling around his waist to pull him closer and deeper. 

His walls crumble down even further, his careful nature thrown out of the window.

“Ah ah ah.. Yes right there Xavier that feels so good..” You mutter, more moans coming out of you. Words are starting to go incoherent, not being able to make sentences with your mind full of him and the pleasure building up. 

“Right here?” Xavier asks, almost too innocent, and you know he is mocking you. His tip pressing against your sweet spot accurately, whilst his big eyes stare at you with a hint of playfulness. Your eyes for the nth time, roll to the back at the stimulation. 

Yet, Xavier is not satisfied. With a shift of his hips, his hard on misses your spot on purpose, causing you to lose all senses of pleasure. A loud whimper in protest, your eyes regaining back to his. 

“No- Fuck Xav.. Why-” You are about to lose it, almost peaking but then got denied for the second time is driving you insane. 

“Answer me. Is. it. Here.” Xavier does not sound like he is asking, rather than a command for you to answer him as he repeatedly pounds after each emphasis of the word, missing your spot again. Crying in dissatisfaction, you shake your head.

“No.. It’s not there..” You say quietly, lips softly quivering. 

Xavier plasters almost like a sinister smile, before he moves against his spot. Angling his hips upwards, he rams into you, almost certain he is hitting the spot of nerves you need. The same rush travels through your body again, this time stronger. 

“Then, is it here hm?”

“Fuck..! Yes yes yes there.. That’s the spot.. Don’t stop please..” Not making the same mistake earlier you blabber out words to him, hazy eyes of yours looking as direct to his. Xavier’s smile grows wider. 

“That’s right, my good girl.” Xavier’s voice deepens within the praises, letting out a soft giggle at the state of you. Diligently, he leans away to hold onto each side of your hips, hovering it up so it is lifted slightly. You could feel his cock slip in a greater distance, sending you shock. 

The last straw, he goes all out. Starting off strong, he fucks into you with no mercy. Skin slapping onto one another from how harsh xavier is going, in harmony with the shared moans resounding along the confinements of the shared space. There is no space for you to breathe, as he keeps going, chasing for the peak you two want badly. Xavier’s fingers lay across your clit, placing a little pressure before moving it in circular motions enough for you to jolt at the sensation. Tightness coiling at your stomach, you already know that you are close.

“Gonna cum, baby?” He questions, quickening his motions around your clit. Xavier sees through you, knowing that you are close. A scream breaks through, your eyes close shut while you nod. 

“Mhm yeah shit- Xav.. so close I wanna cum. Let me cum, please..” Your voice breaks, your own hips move forward to press yourself into his fingers while pushing his cock more, brushing onto your g-spot nonstop. 

“Yeah? That bad huh?” The other male asks again, pulling his hand away and focuses back on slamming his cock. His breaths are raggy, a sign that he is also near. 

Xavier leans back down, connecting his lips with yours once more. The kiss did not have any sense of direction, irregular and messy as the focus is somewhere else. Nonetheless, to feel your softness, your taste is still needed, in such a way that he feels like dying if he does not in any moment. 

“Let it go, cum for me baby. Cream on my cock, you can do that right?” Xavier rambles through his words, grunts against your lips. His encouragements guides you easy, the tug on your stomach gets even more intense, it goes on and on until 

“That’s my baby, right there. Let go for me. My precious, sweet girl.” 

Strong waves of your orgasm washes over you, screaming Xavier’s name at the top of your chest that could break windows. Your release rushes through your blood, your back lifting away from the bed as your eyes close shut. He continues to ride your high by pounding into you, the pace does not make any sense, slow to fast or vice versa. He is close. 

“Mhm sorry.. Stay there baby, I’m gonna..” Xavier did not finish his sentence, releasing into you as he fills your pussy up with his hot seed to the brim. He lets out a quiet cry, almost like a whine while moaning your name sweetly against your bruised lips. 

After a few more thrusts, he surrenders. Xavier’s huge frame plops on top of yours. The both of you keep quiet for a while, trying to catch your breaths after your highs. Both bodies, sweaty and warm but you and Xavier could not bother to move as you both grow limp. 

Minutes go by, Xavier uses his remaining strength to lift his head up to look at you. 

The same, usual big eyed gaze comes back into life, as Xavier looks at you with such innocence and a hint of shyness. No matter how many times you both do it, it seems Xavier would always get flustered by the end of it. The image of him back in the hotel after you both were done matches with him now, which leads to you letting out a small laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” Xavier asks, red traveling down to his neck as he brows crease deeper. In return, you shake your head. 

“No, it is just how you are always the same. Getting shy after sex.” You point, causing him to groan and hide in between your chest due to embarrassment. But it does not take long, his head lifts up again, chin propping at the centre in between your breasts. 

“Was that..okay?” The question itself causes you to frown, you never understand why Xavier has doubts about himself, when he is the perfect version in her eyes. 

“Perfect, better than the last even.” You comment, earnestly. Xavier, consequently smiles softly at the praise. Assurance is the core of the essence, everything you both do always greets with an affirmation after. It’s the way you both need each other, being each other’s support and uplift on another, instant gratitude washes over you. 

But soon, the softness in his eyes got replaced with a hint of hunger again. Unexpectedly, he pulls out from you, causing you to moan softly at the emptiness, a mix of your juices and his come drips out and pools beneath you. 

Xavier then lays beside you, arms propping behind his head as he looks at you with a smug on his face. 

“How about we ‘test’ it out if we can beat that score of yours. Let’s see if we can do better than this round.” Xavier says without missing a beat, and not to your surprise, your gaze lands on his cock, already hardening at the sight. 

Shrugging, you move to straddle over his lap, come dripping down your thighs. Your pussy sits on top of his erecting cock, sandwiching in between your folds, you both moan together at the touch. “Deal, but this time let me do the work. You’ve worked hard, baby.” The slip of that nickname causes Xavier’s orbs to widen slightly. 

You both are in for a long night.

a/n: this is just pure smut ngl, and yes i still can't get over this card. No restraints, you will always be famous. idk if this is slightly ooc but i wanted xavier to be a mix of a tease, slightly out of his mind but also a loser boy because he is my loser 🙂‍↕️

also, really wanted to write it as ambiguous for the gender of "you" but i am not that great at it so sorry for not being inclusive i will learn further so i could make more inclusive ones next time

thank u for reading

[saintobio]

₊˚✩ starlight.

pairings. l&ds xavier, fem!reader tags. 800+ wc. jealous bf!xavier, fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, main story long awaited revelry spoilers, altered some scenes, may or may not be inspired by his tender nights memory :’) dividers by strangergraphics.

xavier isn’t exactly the happiest when you returned to linkon city after being in the n109 zone. don’t get him wrong—he’s absolutely grateful that you came back safe and whole. it’s just that… he didn’t like how your eyes sparkled when you started mentioning his greatest adversary: sylus.

you’re obviously suppressing a smile too, as you reminisce the events that occurred between you and the onychinus leader. you’re particularly giddy about that moment at the auction, it seems, where you said you had to play the part of being sylus’s partner for the night.

dammit, xavier feels his chest tightening when he imagines those scenes in his head. he wants to cover his ears badly, but has no other choice but listen intently. all he can do is listen in silence and try to bottle every spark of jealousy that ignited within him. he has to pretend that he’s happy and proud of you, but then again, he just can’t freaking ignore the way your face lit up at the mention of sylus. 

xavier sighs as you continue your enthusiastic storytelling. fine, then. he sulks to himself. just have to get this day over with.

~

date night came, and as you walk through the city garden, you notice xavier’s silence grew more pronounced. you try to engage him, but his responses are rather curt, his usual warmth replaced by a cold distance. during dinner, even his favorite hotpot couldn’t lift his spirits. he would push the food around on his plate, barely having the appetite to eat.

huh? that’s new, you muse. xavier is usually the most excited to eat hotpot on a cold day.

when he takes you to your place later that night, the tension is palpable. you know you have to bring it up at that point. otherwise, this game of silence will never end.

“xav, is something wrong?” you try to ask in a soft, comforting voice. 

but xavier only shakes his head, forcing his usual endearing smile. “nothing’s wrong. you should go to sleep.”

~

that same evening, xavier sits at his desk, staring at his laptop screen for more than an hour. his fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating before he finally types into the anonymous forum.

starlight123: what do you do if your gf keeps talking about another guy? i love her, but it’s driving me crazy. any advice?

he hits post and leans back, running a hand through his hair. the minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. then, the replies start coming in.

anonymous user: talk to her about it. anonymous user: maybe she doesn’t realize how it’s affecting you. anonymous user: communication is key, bro.

but one comment stood out, cutting through the well-meaning advice like a knife.

anonymous user: it's game over for you, man. girls like toxic boys who treat them like dirt. you're too nice. she probably already slept with him.

xavier’s heart sank.. he quickly closes the laptop, feeling an uncomfortable pang on his chest. is he really losing you to someone like sylus?

~

the next few days are torture. xavier stopped responding to your messages. he stopped commenting on your moments posts. he won’t even ask you to play kitty cards or catch plushies on the claw machines. and even if you see him around, he’s always distant, giving you brief, obligatory smiles. he still greets tara warmly, but with you, there’s always this thick wall in between. he's acting like a stranger, as if he doesn't care about you, as if he's not dating you...

agh, you can’t stand it anymore!

one night, you find yourself knocking on his door, needing desperate answers for your desperate questions.

xavier then opens the door, sweaty and out of breath. a dumbbell lay on his living room floor, and his hair is pushed back, revealing a flushed face.

“new hairstyle?” you ask, stepping inside and noticing the sudden eccentricity in his movements. “what are you doing, boyfriend?”

xavier’s cheeks are limned with a red tint as he looks away. “nothing.”

“are you trying to gain more muscles?” you press, amusement edging your voice.

at this, he lets out a defeated sigh and finally faces you. “do you prefer tall, muscular guys?” the sudden question came out of nowhere, until it was followed by another, and that’s when you started seeing the pattern. “do you… do you like bad boys more?” 

“xav, why are you asking me this?” crossing your arms, you tilt your head so his avoidant eyes would meet yours. 

“well, you can answer me first.” 

“not until you look me in the eyes!” 

still, he refuses to meet your gaze and his voice wavers with insecurity when he spoke, “it's okay, i get it. you do prefer guys like that.” his eyes stays on the floor, turning his face away. “if so, then i may not be like them, but i can still make you happy in my own little ways.”

your heart immediately melts at his words. it all makes sense now. him working out in the middle of the night, him styling his hair up, him trying to act like he doesn’t care about you—he’s trying to be sylus!

stepping closer, you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “xavier, you’re the only one i like. i’ll never replace you.” you place another peck on his lips, then on his cheek, then on his nose. “besides, sylus is annoying. i prefer the presence of my very adorable golden retriever boyfriend!”

“you really mean it?” his puppy eyes stares at you earnestly.

your response is a confident nod. “i swear it. and, duh! lumiere is way hotter than him.”

his arms encircles your waist, holding you tightly as he lifts your chin and plants a tender kiss on your lips. the tension eventually melts away as you reassure him with your touch and your words. in that moment, all his jealousy and insecurity faded, now replaced by the warmth of your love. “you’re mine,” he reminds, nose nuzzling into yours. “i don’t want to share you with anyone else.” 

[linkonlceleste]

LnD boys- How they would save your name in phone (+ a scenario)

Disclaimer- apologies for grammar mistakes and if my writing is not upto how the characters react/behave.Just an example ,not implying this to be the exact name they'd save.

Zayne - "Mine"

Once during a meeting,he left his phone on the meeting table.Some of his co-workers noticed his phone ringing(you were the one who called) and didn't know whose phone it was.One coworker said ,"I think it's Dr.Zayne's phone". Another co-worker peeked at the phone and scoffed saying,"No way!,he would never save someone's name as 'mine'". And as everyone were agreeing and gossiping ,they saw zayne entering the room .He swiftly took the exact phone they were talking about,attended the call casually and walked away.Everyone in that meeting room were silent ,some staring at each other ,some jawdropped,while some were laughing in disbelief.

Xavier - "My star"

Jeremiah noticed Xavier walking back and forth with his phone in his hand."What's wrong, Xavier?",he asked with a bit of concern and glanced at his phone which Xavier immediately hid away from him.Still, Jeremiah noticed a few words in the beginning such as 'To my star', 'I'm sorry', ' please'. He laughed asking,"Pfft,what's that long para you're writing?,to my star? Who's that? And an apology letter? Why, what did you do? Tell me tell me". Jeremiah shooted so many questions and despite knowing who was his 'star',he teased Xavier ,who was annoyed by jeremiah's behaviour.He was writing an apology message to you, probably because he ignored you and went to a dangerous mission alone.

Rafayel - "My muse"

Thomas dashed into Rafayel's art studio, frustrated that he ignored his own as well as the client's calls.He saw rafayel who was busy playing with his paintbrush ."Mr.Rafayel ,How many times should we call you?! I know you might be busy thinking of ideas,but Can't you please take your call or message atleast once?!You know today's the deadline right?",as he kept ranting ,rafayel stroked a line in his painting unbothered.Thomas gave up and said rafayel one last time about the deadline and muttered as he left "Is there a day he attends a single person's call? Gosh".And as he was turning to leave,he saw rafayel's phone vibrating .The caller was 'my muse'. "Oh he definitely would ignore this too",before Thomas could finish thinking that,rafayel picked his phone cheerfully "MC! How was your day today?". Thomas was too stunned to speak. Thomas dashed into Rafayel's art studio, frustrated that he ignored his own as well as the client's calls.He saw rafayel who was busy playing with his paintbrush ."Mr.Rafayel ,How many times should we call you?! I know you might be busy thinking of ideas,but Can't you please take your call or message atleast once?!You know today's the deadline right?",as he kept ranting ,rafayel stroked a line in his painting unbothered.Thomas gave up and said rafayel one last time about the deadline and muttered as he left "Is there a day he attends a single person's call? Gosh".And as he was turning to leave,he saw rafayel's phone vibrating .The caller was 'my muse'. "Oh he definitely would ignore this too",before Thomas could finish thinking that,rafayel picked his phone cheerfully "MC! How was your day today?". Thomas was too stunned to speak.

Sylus - "Troublemaker"

He probably won't need to use his phone that much to contact you anyway.because mephisto follows you and updates him everytime but then one day he didn't receive any information from Mephisto so he decided to call you.When he is about to call,he immediately gets a call from you.He was a bit taken aback ,not because you called him.

It was obviously a picture of you and him in the caller background yet the caller name was different from what he had saved.After talking to you and knowing that you were busy with wanderers,he replies to you to come home sooner and cuts the call with a kiss.Then he asks Luke and Kieran to come to the meeting room.He puts the phone down on the table and looks at them for an answer."Now tell me,who changed MC's caller ID name!?." He shows the name in phone."Who has done it? You? Or You ? Or did both of you both do it?".

They both look at each other with evident fear in eyes.Sylus steps forward and gestures them to reply. "Who saved her as 'Our Mom' in my phone? Huh?". Luke points at Kieran,"That was his idea! I just did as I was told!."

Kieran adds,"She's our mom! No,no ,I mean... that's what Mephisto said!".Sylus sighed wondering whether to laugh or yell at them.

Meanwhile,MC and Mephisto were chilling somewhere in a jewellery shop,where MC was choosing a little sparkling gift for Mephisto.

A/N: Thank you for reading,take care :) ❤️

MASTERLIST

[bobbedazzled]

a/n: hi the voices got me again I’m going to bed now. no I did not proofread this.

──⠀ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆✴︎˚ ｡⋆⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

he waits with his knees together, kneeling like a good boy. his eyes beg for you to come closer, cock heavy and throbbing against his lap. you rake your nails through his brown locks, and he groans as his head rolls to follow your hand, cuffs jingling while his wrists tug against the metal. you press his face against your thigh, watching desire spread on his face.

“just a taste baby, please.” he trails open mouth kisses where he can reach, extending himself to desperately reach your warmth.

“mmph,” kiss “please—,” kiss “open your legs for me?”

“shhh,” your lips curl as your fingers trace his jaw. you extend a foot out and lightly spring his cock in the air. he sighs, teeth scraping against your skin as you bother his sensitive member. you want to provoke him, you want to see how far you can push.

the cuffs jingle again as he ruts against your foot, the heat of his breath tickles your inner thighs. you pull at his hair but he’s too shameless to stop. completely bare and restrained by his own equipment, so sensitive and needing to be touched.

“stop.” your voice cuts through the thick haze. caleb’s hips stutter at your command, he doesn’t want to pull away but he’s hesitant to not follow orders. he sits back on his heels and looks up at your arrogant smile.

“good boy.”

you step closer, legs on either side of his. he watches you carefully, his pupils completely engulfing the violet that sparkled in his eyes. you place a finger to his mouth to part his lips. he knows what you want—what you both need, but he knows to wait for your command. he clenches his fists as you tower over him, staring. he wants nothing more than to grab you and satisfy his cravings. you tilt his head up, watching lust swirl in his eyes before giving in.

“eat”

he stuffs his face inbetween your legs, lapping and suckling on the flesh to urge you forward. his tongue is hot against your velvet as he runs the muscle between your folds, tasting what he can reach. weight gradually builds onto your shoulders as his nose begins to grind against your sweet spot. you choke out a demand, sounding more like a plea.

“c-caleb no! you’re cheating—“

he’s not listening. you barely have the strength to fight, completely giving in to the feeling of his mouth massaging your slit. caleb curls his extended finger, the invisible weight pins you in place, continuing to sink you into him. hands reach his hair as he circles your clit. his tongue is rough against the bead, and his moans that vibrate against it continue to send sparks up your body until the tension in your stomach bursts.

stiff muscles melt as you’re undone by him, the gravity pinning you in place eases off your body as he tastes what’s left of your orgasm. your legs immediately buckle once you’re able to step back, landing into his lap. his cock springs up, slapping itself against your ass. you look up at him through labored breaths, his mouth glistening and agape as he catches his breath. the tip of his nose shines as well, eyes dark as he takes in your pitiful expression.

you sit up, lips ghosting over his. a groan drags from his lips as your hand slowly squeezes and strokes the tip of his girth, lining it between your folds. your breath catches as you rim him around your tender entrance, cuffs jingling once more. he presses his forehead against yours, his expectant eyes tickle something within you. he leans in, starving for a kiss, and you push him back, climbing off his lap. you pout as you grab his face, nails digging into his jaw.

“bad boy, I’m not rewarding you.”

[lotusteabag]

the air smells like spring and something older, something older than memory. older than the bones of this earth.

the field spreads out beneath you like a secret whispered between gods—wide-limbed and unruly, blooming in technicolor. wildflowers sway with the hush of wind through long grass, a palette of golds and blues and purples you can't name, delicate petals trembling on their stems like they know they're being watched.

sylus stands out in it like sin in a prayer.

black against brightness, lean and motionless, arms crossed and head slightly tilted as he surveys the chaos of color you've brought him into. his eyes flicker—not with distaste, no, but with that low, infernal patience he reserves for things he doesn't understand yet. things he deems dangerous, not because they can harm him, but because they can change him. you wonder, briefly, if that includes you.

he doesn't say a word when you dart ahead of him, laughing softly, letting your fingers trail along a row of tall-stemmed blooms. you're barefoot, and there's mud between your toes, and sunlight in your hair. you're ridiculous. you're radiant.

he lets you pull him deeper into the field anyway.

you glance back once—just once—and catch the exact moment his gaze slips. just a fraction. like the weight of this place, the colors, the you of it all, unsettles something long-buried. his lips part, almost imperceptibly. his hands fall to his sides. that perfect posture slackens at the edges, only slightly, like a man bracing for a blow he knows he deserves.

"hold still," you say, plucking something from the tangled grass.

you return to him with mischief sparkling in your eyes and a single red datura in your hand—fierce in its beauty, crimson petals curling like flame. the color of sin. of memory.

he sees it. he sees it. and for a heartbeat, just one, sylus forgets how to wear his face.

his smile falters—not gone, just thinner, like a thread being pulled. his brow twitches. the smug glint in his eyes dims, not with fear, but recognition. the way his jaw tightens is barely appreciable. but you notice, because he's never looked at anything the way he's looking at that flower.

or maybe he's looking at you.

still, he doesn't stop you when you reach up. doesn't recoil when your fingers brush against the side of his face—just above his cheekbone, right where he would've had the skin of a fiend long ago. you tuck the datura behind his ear, tenderly. he could move. he could laugh it off. he could turn the entire field into dust with a blink.

but sylus stays still, breathing shallowly through his nose.

"there," you murmur. "you're part of the bouquet now."

his eyes flick to yours, sharp again—but too late.

you've already seen it. the fracture. the ghost.

still, he plays along. of course he does. he smirks, shifting his weight like it didn't cost him anything to stand still for you. "aren't you afraid it'll poison me?"

"it wouldn't dare," you say with a grin, stepping back to admire your work. "you look too good with it. a little unhinged, maybe. but then again, i probably do, too."

he exhales—not quite a chuckle. something softer. less practiced. his gaze lingers, and this time there's no mask to it. just quiet devastation, expertly hidden behind hooded eyes and a mouth that always says less than it should.

you don't know that a thousand years ago, you kissed him in a field like this. that you pressed your lips to the edge of his horn and gave him his name. that your hand trembled the same way when it reached for his face.

but sylus knows. and he lets you forget. lets you tease him, lets you run circles around him in your sundress and bare feet and laughter like a summer storm.

because this moment—fragile and fleeting—is better than the eternity he spent without you. and because if you placed that flower any higher, you would've touched the place his horn used to be.

and he's not sure he'd survive that.

[cowgiri]

caleb’s roots run deep in the land he inherited and he learned to ride almost before he could walk. he works hard from sunup to sundown and the callouses on his hands can attest to that.

but at night, when the stars come out and the air cools, he likes nothing more than to have you seated in his lap on the porch swing with a beer in hand. letting you brush your fingers through his mahogany hair and pet his toned chest while you listen to him talk about his dreams.

he likes the way your eyes sparkle in the firelight, likes the feel of your warm thighs laying over his, likes the way you rest your head in the crook of his neck when he talks, likes to smell your hair and feel your heartbeat against his chest. most of all, though, he loves that you love listening to his dreams. because they’re all for you, every single one.

he wants to buy you a house someday, maybe with a white picket fence and a little stream running through the property. he wants a horse for you to ride and a couple of kids who can grow up learning to rope and ride. he wants you to stay beside him, out on the open range. you’re the first thing he thinks of in the morning and the last at night.

so, when the sunset burns itself out and his voice fades into a steady rumble in his chest and his breathing slows. you curl up closer to him, wrapping your arms around his stomach and burrowing your face into his neck as the soft beat of his heart lulls you to drift off to sleep.

more cowboy!caleb

[sylusdarling]

I Do

Sylus x reader

✧ The day that he’s been waiting for has finally arrived

Content: Sylus x fem!reader, fluff, marriage, emotional sylus

A/N: Saw a post on twitter saying Sylus would be a misty eyed groom and I cried. So here we are. There will also be a part 2 with the honeymoon ofc! Also not proofread because I need to get ready for school !

The feeling in Sylus’ chest was unlike something he’s experienced before, it was indescribable.

Though his life has always been filled with chaos and riches, it felt bland whenever he would think back to the past before he met you. His world was unexpectedly dull before you had made an appearance. The dreary days bled into each other and the somber red of the N109 zone mocked him on the daily.

There was a gap in his life that only you could fill. Once you appeared it felt as if a brush with vibrant water colours has painted over his life. The days no longer bled into each other, instead he woke up every day with a purpose. To talk to you. The moon of the N109 zone became a saturated vermillion whenever you were around and he was able to find joy even the small things in life. He no longer cared about the material riches because to him, you were his proudest treasure.

Truly, he never thought a day like this would come. The powerful boss of Onychinus standing at an alter dressed in a white suit waiting for his beloved at the other end of the isle. At the end of the isle you stood in all of your glory. The way the white dress fabric was draped over your body made you look like the most beautiful greek sculpture that anyone could ever create.

The bouquet of roses that you held in your hands stood out against the backdrop of your white dress. You had stated how much you adored roses because they matched the ruby colour of his eyes. You were walking down the aisle with a part of him in your hands.

The organists fingers moved and the notes of ‘Here comes the bride’ began to fill the room. Step after step you approached your soon to be husband at the other side of the aisle way. He couldn’t stop starring, it was as if you were the only other person in the world at this very moment. The room full of people being completely drowned out by your shining beauty.

Sylus was not an emotional person by any means, many people believed he simply didn’t possess any emotions at all and sometimes he believed that was true. But that thought was put to an end the moment his eyes became misty as you approached him.

There you both stood across from eachother at the alter. Your smile was radiant as you stood across from him. He’s never seen something like it. If only he could capture this moment in his eyes forever.

The officiant began to speak as you both stood at the front hand in hand. The rings were presented to you both.

“Do you take this woman to be your wedded wife?” Asked the officiant.

“I do.” Responded Sylus.

“And do you take the man to be your wedded husband?”

“I do.” You stated with the most glorious smile on your face.

At the same time you both slipped the rings on each others fingers. Each ring consisted of half a red jewel. Together you both completed the jewel. You were both two half’s of a whole, two souls being bound togehter.

And finally, finally, the words were said.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Cupping your face, Sylus leaned in for the kiss. Your lips connected and it felt as if a new spark was being born. You both could feel each other smile into the kiss. It was passionate and full of love. Pure, undying love.

“It is with great honor and delight that I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Qin.”

Sylus never knew that he could feel happier than when you said yes to his proposal. But here he was now hand in hand with his wife. Mrs Qin.

Forever you were his and he was yours.

His wife. His beloved.