Odysseus, head in Penelopeâs lap: I miss them terribly. I hope I see them again when I die. I hope they can forgive meâŚI wouldnât either, if someone damned me to spend an eternity without ever getting back home. They wouldnât have been able to cross the Styx. I wonder what theyâre doing down there nowâŚ
Penelope, stroking his hair: Iâm sure theyâre finding some way to entertain themselves..
meanwhile, down in the Underworld:
(Polites, Eurylochus, and the rest of the 600 hunting the suitors for sport)
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Percy: I was just wondering, you used to be pretty ruthlessâwhat changed? What made you wanna turn over a new leaf?
Poseidon: *Gets violent phantom pains in the scars he received after pushing a man with really sexy thighs way too far*
Percy: Dad?
Poseidon: *Swallows* Well son, you get older, you mature, you realize some actions were definitely out of proportion, and some lessons don't need to be relearned...
Premise: You decide to prank him by making him think that you'd be wearing that risque, revealing outfit when you are about to head out... only to find out that pranks have consequences.
Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb (Seperate)
Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is suggestive. Please do not interact if you are a minor. If you wanted to be added to my taglist, please DM, ask or comment :D
Content warning: Suggestive. MNDI.
CALEB
Caleb was lounging on your couch like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other holding a can of soda that he swirled absentmindedly. He had taken a few days off, escaping from his duties as Colonel to come back to Linkon. And now, here he was, making himself right at home in your apartment like he had never left. The sight was almost domestic, but you knew betterâthere was nothing ordinary about Caleb. Not anymore.
He was on leave, a rare moment where he could shed the weight of his uniform and just be Caleb. It was a refreshing change to see him like thisâless guarded, more relaxedâbut something about it sparked mischief in you. You'd always had a playful, mischievous relationship with Caleb when you were younger. Pranks, jabs, teasingâit had all been part of the dynamic. And now that he was back, you couldn't help but feel a familiar tug to push his buttons just a little.
You'd planned this prank for a while. Slipping into the most scandalous, revealing outfit you could find in your closet, one that certainly wasnât something you'd wear out in public. You had no intention of actually leavingâjust giving Caleb the briefest hint that you were about to, and seeing how heâd react.
You walked into the living room, draped in the most inappropriate outfit you could manage. A fitted dress that barely covered your thighs, a deep V that left little to the imagination, and a loose, barely-there wrap that hung carelessly from your shoulders. Your intention was to get under Calebâs skin, to push him just a littleâjust enough to remind him that the old pranks hadnât gone anywhere.
When Caleb glanced up, his relaxed demeanor faltered for just a second, his sharp gaze lingering on you. There was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, something predatory. But he said nothing at first, just observing you with a cold silence that sent a chill down your spine. Your pulse quickened slightly under his intense gaze, but you pushed down the thrill crawling up your spine. This was just a joke.
You took a deep breath, feigning innocence. "I'm heading out to meet some friends," you announced, grabbing your purse.
The shift was instantaneous.
The lazy, relaxed Caleb from moments ago was gone. His can hit the coffee table with a soft thud, his entire frame tensing as he straightened up. His gaze darkened, trailing over your figure with slow, possessive deliberation.
"You're wearing that?" His voice was low, almost casualâbut you could hear the undercurrent of something dangerous lurking beneath it.
You swallowed but kept up the act. "Yeah. Why?" You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "It looks good, doesn't it?"
"Youâre not going anywhere dressed like that." he muttered, the words falling from his lips in a near-growl.
You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "What, you think I canât pull it off?"
He stood in one smooth motion, and before you could react, he was standing in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist with a surprising amount of force. His fingers were warm, rough, as if he were trying to ground himself with the touch.
"If you're so insistent on showing this side of you to others," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, "then itâs only fair that I get to see more of it, isn't it?"
Before you could protest, he hoisted you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your legs dangling in the air as he carried you toward your room like a caveman claiming his prize.
"Caleb!" You gasped, half-laughing, half-embarrassed by the sheer force of his actions. But Caleb wasn't listening. His grip was firm, his footsteps purposeful as he crossed the room.
He threw open your bedroom door, his eyes locking with yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "You think you can strut around like this for anyone else?" His voice was dangerously calm, but the heat in his gaze betrayed the undercurrent of rageâjealousy, possessivenessâswirling just beneath the surface.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he silenced you with a heated kiss, his lips claiming yours in a way that left no room for argument. His lips were urgent, demanding, but still with an edge of care as if he couldnât bear the thought of anyone seeing you in that outfit.
"Do you want me to show you what that outfit can do to any individual with a working braincell?" Caleb murmured against your lips, his breath shallow as he gently pushed you onto the bed. He towered over you, his body a wall of heat and strength, completely commanding your attention.
You couldnât help but laugh breathlessly, still shaken by the intensity of the moment. "It was just a prank, Caleb. I didnât meanâ"
His fingers traced the line of your jaw with surprising gentleness before his eyes darkened. "No," he whispered. "You didnât mean to tease me like this, but now that you have, youâre not going anywhere. Not until Iâve had my fill of you. I donât like the idea of anyone else looking at you like this.â
You opened your mouth to explain, to tell you werenât actually heading out like this, but before you could say a word, he was on you, his lips crashing against yours with a possessiveness that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, gripping you tightly as if he were afraid someone might take you from him.
You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and heavy, as he pulled away just enough to whisper, âYouâre mine, understand?â His words were both possessive and adoring, a dangerous combination you knew too well.
And as your neighbors found out soon after, the only sounds that filled the air that evening were far less friendly than the teasing words youâd exchanged earlier.
RAFAYEL
Rafayel was early. Again.
Technically, he was supposed to be on time tonightâafter all, it was his gallery event. But you knew better. You had predicted, with painful accuracy, that he'd find some way to ding-dong ditch his own damn celebration. Which was exactly why he was here at your apartment an hour before you needed to leave.
"I'm only here because Thomas would physically drag me if I didn't show up at all," he muttered from the other side of the door of your bedroom. "Consider this me being a responsible artist. All of you should be grateful."
You hummed, feigning disinterest as you checked your reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am grateful, Rafayel."
"Good, as you shouâ"
He cut himself off entirely as you stepped out from your bedroom.
You had planned this prank the moment you'd heard he was coming early. Because if Rafayel wanted to ditch the gallery, you'd at least make sure he suffered before he got his way. So, instead of slipping into something elegant and refined for an art exhibition, you had opted for something else entirely. It wasnât even an outfit you would wear outsideâit barely covered anything at all, and the material clung to your body in all the wrong places. A sheer, tight-fitting slip with lace accents, enough to leave little to the imagination. The fabric wasnât completely transparent, but it did the job well enough to make every inch of your skin noticeable. Every inch of skin exposed was deliberate. Calculated. A direct attack on Rafayel's composure.
And oh, it worked.
His entire body stiffened, the lazy smirk on his lips frozen mid-form. His next grape missed his mouth completely, bouncing pathetically off his chin and rolling onto the floor. But he didn't even notice.
For a long, silent moment, all Rafayel did was stare.
Then, dramatically, he clutched his chest. "No."
You blinked. "No?"
"I can't take you anywhere like this," he lamented, waving frantically at all the exposed skin. "YouâYou will steal the show! The gallery will forget my masterpieces the moment you walk through the door!" Rafayelâs eyes flickered to the door, then back to you, his expression a mix of shock and something darker. âYouâre kidding. You want me to take you to the gallery dressed like⌠this? Everyone will be staring, and I canât have that.â
He turned his back to you with a huff, clearly flustered. He spun around to face you again, his eyes narrowing, and a flicker of possessiveness flashed across his face. âThis is too much. Iâm not taking you out like this.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAre you saying youâre embarrassed to be seen with me?â
His expression faltered, and for a split second, you saw a vulnerability in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by his usual dramatic demeanor. âEmbarrassed? No!! I just donât want everyone gawking at myâespecially when Iâm the one whoâs supposed to admire you tonight. How am I supposed to take you out like this? All eyes will be on you, and I donât know if Iâm prepared for that level of attention. How am I supposed to look at thisâŚâ
"Is that such a bad thing?" You teased, twirling a loose strand of hair around your finger.
"Yes!" Rafayel practically whined. He circled you like a predator, eyes flickering with a hunger he hadnât quite named yet. "Some art should be displayed for the world, sure," he murmured, voice turning dangerously low. "But some art? This should be kept private. Mine."
You bit your lip, barely suppressing a laugh. "Raf, it's just a prank. I'm not actually going like this."
He stilled. Then, very slowly, he grinned.
"Oh?" he purred, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. His fingers skimmed the edge of your exposed thigh, tracing your skin before gripping it lightly. "Then you should go change, hmm?"
You moved to step back, but Rafayel caught your wrist. His grip was loose, teasing, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it.
"Ah, wait," he murmured, feigning deep thought. "Actually⌠No. That would take too long."
You frowned. "Whatâ?"
"We're already late," he sighed, tone laced with mock regret. "And if we're already late, then it doesnât really matter, does it?"
Before you could say anything else, Rafayel scooped you up in one swift motion, his hands firmly gripping you. âForget the gallery,â he said, his voice practically a growl. âYouâre not leaving this apartment until Iâve taken my time enjoying this⌠work of art.â
âRafayel, wait!â You tried to protest, but he was already striding toward your bedroom, his grip firm around you.
âYou donât deserve to wear something this distracting for anyone else,â he muttered, his voice laced with a possessive hunger. âIâll be the only one to appreciate it properly.â
Before you could even respond, his lips were on yours, demanding and heated, the rest of the world completely irrelevant. You could barely keep up with the intensity of his kiss as he stripped away the fabric, each motion more urgent than the last.
As the sound of Thomasâ calls rang through both your phones, going straight to voicemail, Rafayel didnât spare it a second thought. The gallery? It was already a lost cause. Tonight, he had youâand he was taking his sweet time with it.
SYLUS
As Sylus prepared for his mission, a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. He was packing his gear with the meticulous attention of a man who thrived on the chaos he created, readying himself for whatever dangerous task lay ahead. This lifestyle was no stranger to him âthe dangerous, dark heart of his empire. But you couldnât shake the worry that gnawed at you every time he walked out the door. Dangerous, illegal missions were a regular part of his life, and while you knew he could handle himself, the thought of him in harmâs way left you restless.
But you werenât about to voice that concernânot when he took so much pleasure in riling you up with his teasing. Tonight, you had decided to give him a taste of his own medicineâpayback, as you saw it. After all, his teasing and his ability to keep you on edge with his deep voice, knowing smirks, fleeting touches, and that intense gaze deserved a little retaliation. This time, you were going to make him work for it.
Fair was fair.
You stepped into the study, heels clicking against the floor, the sharp sound enough to draw his attention. His red eyes flickered up from his preparations, widening just slightly before narrowing with intrigue. You had dressed specifically to get a reactionâa short, black mesh dress that left little to the imagination, the sheer material teasing glimpses of lace underneath. The plunging neckline dipped scandalously low, while the cutouts along your waist accentuated every tempting curve.
Sylus let out a low, appreciative hum as he leaned back against the wall, taking his time raking his gaze over you.
âAnd where exactly do you think youâre going dressed like that, sweetie?â His smirk was lazy, but the sharp glint in his crimson stare was anything but.
You let your eyes linger on his figure for a moment, before casually offering, "Actually, Iâm heading back to Linkon for a night outâclubbing with some friends." Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you took a few steps closer, and you could see his pupils dilate briefly, his reaction evident, though he masked it quickly with another smirk.
"Well, well," he drawled, his eyes still locked on your attire. "Funny, Iâve never gotten the pleasure of seeing you in such bold outfits before."
You shrugged nonchalantly, your lips curling into a playful smile. "I dress for the occasion."
A small chuckle escaped him, the sound rich and dark. "Interesting, these 'occasions' never seem to happen when I'm around." His eyes trailed over you once more, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken.
He walked slowly, closing the distance between you in a few slow, measured strides. When he reached you, his fingers brushed against the exposed skin of your thigh, the touch featherlight, deliberate.
âI suppose I should consider myself unfortunate, then,â he murmured, trailing his hand higher. âBut Iâll be damned, sweetie, you do look ravishing.â
You hummed, feeling the heat of his touch ghosting over your skin. "Maybe ypu were just not paying enough attention before."
His laugh was low, dark, full of amusement. "Oh, kitten," he purred, his hands drifting lower, tracing the dip of your waist before pulling you just a little closer. "Trust me, I pay attention. Especially when it comes to you."
Your breath hitched as his palm splayed possessively over your hip, his fingers teasing the hem of your barely-there dress. âNot worried about all the attention Iâll get?â you teased, meeting his gaze.
He let out a soft chuckle, the sound almost like a growl. "Sweetie, I know you can handle yourself if things go wrong." he said, his hands suddenly roaming over your skin, slow and deliberate, almost as if he were marking his territory. His touch was magnetic, entrancing. His fingers traced your jawline, grazing over the curve of your neck, and you felt the weight of his presence pull you in, closer to him with each movement.
He smirked, as if he could sense the effect he was having on you. "Go ahead. Have fun tonight," he murmured, pulling out his black card from his wallet and offering it to you. "Just don't have too much fun without me." His breath ghosted over your lips, hot and tantalizing, and you could feel his eyes trailing lower
You saw it thenâthe flicker of something dark and hungry in his stare, a silent challenge laced with possession. It made you want to push just a little further.
âWhat if I do?â
The moment the words left your lips, you barely had time to react before Sylusâs hands were on you. A startled gasp escaped you as he lifted you effortlessly, locking your legs around his waist. The back of your dress rode up, and his fingers pressed into your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his mouth found yours. The kiss was deep, slow, devastating. He wasnât just kissing youâhe was claiming you, drawing you in until the thought of leaving, of doing anything other than this, felt ridiculous. âThen I guess Iâll have to make sure youâre more entertained...â he murmured against your ear, his voice dripping with possessiveness, as if you were already his in every sense.
Without another word, he carried you through the mansion, his lips never leaving yours as his pace quickened. He didnât even give you a chance to respond, his hold on you firm, commanding, as though the very idea of you going out tonight was laughable. His smirk never faltered, his confidence radiating in waves.
âYou think Iâd let that happen?â he said in a husky whisper against your lips, his voice thick with amusement. As he kicked open the door to his bedroom, he laid you down on the bed with a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. âGuess neither of us is going anywhere tonightâŚâ
You tried to speak between stolen breaths, to tell him it was a prank, but he only smirked against your mouth, cutting you off with another slow, intoxicating kiss.His weight pressed you down onto the bed, his hands sliding over every inch of exposed skin. âItâs a good thing you werenât actually going out,â he mused, voice dripping with amusement. âBecause I plan to keep you here⌠All. Night. Long.â
A thrill ran through you as you realized just how easily he'd flipped the situation in his favor. And you weren't sure if you couldâif you wanted toâfight it.
XAVIER
You had been scheming for a while, setting the perfect trap to prank Xavier, and today was the day you were finally going to execute your plan. Youâd texted him earlier, asking him to swing by your apartment to pick up the meals you had prepared for him. You knew full well Xavier could barely cook an egg without burning it, so he was always appreciative when you made him something special. You always made quite a batch of food whenever he came over to pick it up so he could store them in his freezer.
He had a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies, but today, you were going to make sure heâd get more than just food when he came over. Heâd always been so calm and collected in most situations that it was infuriating at times. You had tried to get a reaction out of him before but had always failed. But today, it would be different. Today, you knew you would get him to falter. Youâd been thinking of a little prank to get a rise out of himâand you knew exactly what would get under his skin.
When you heard the door click open, you made sure to pick up your purse slowly, letting Xavier get a good look at the outfit youâd chosen: A tight, revealing midnight blue dress that clung to your curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline barely covering what was necessary and the high slit on the side showing just enough leg to drive anyone wild. The fabric was soft, almost like a second layer of skin, and you knew it would make his blood run hot.
Xavierâs footfalls slowed, and the air seemed to thicken with tension as he entered the room, his eyes immediately darkening the moment they landed on you. His usually calm expression shifted, but only slightly, and his voice, low and even, carried an edge. âYou have plans?â His tone was casual, but you could tell it didnât match the storm brewing in his gaze.
âOh, yeah, Iâm heading out with some colleagues,â you answered nonchalantly, knowing full well that would get him riled up. In your mind, this was all part of the prank. You were expecting a laugh, a joke, maybe even a playful remark.
His eyes narrowed, the calm veneer slipping away. âWrong answer.â
You tilted your head slightly, looking at him with feigned confusion. âHuh?â
âI said, wrong answer. You are not going out to meet them⌠in that?â He spoke slowly.
âWhy not? Whatâs wrong with the dress? I think it makes me look nice.â You looked at your dress pretending that you didnât know what was wrong with it. âPlus, I already made plans with themâŚâ
He didnât hesitate, slamming the door behind him with a soft thud. His hand rested on the doorframe as he leaned in, towering over you. âYour plan,â he said, voice gruff with unspoken demand, âis with me. Right here. And only I should be the one seeing you in that dress. And outside of it.â he added, his voice dark with possessiveness.
Your heart raced, though you maintained an innocent air. âXavier, come on... Iâm just going out for fun. Itâs not a big deal.â You tried to laugh it off, but your breath caught as his hands trailed over your skin, tracing your body with an intention that left no room for interpretation.
 You didnât have a chance to react before he was right in front of you, his frame crowding you against the door, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you slightly.
He didnât respond to your attempt at casualness. Instead, his gaze was fierce, intense, and utterly unyielding. The meals you had prepared was forgotten. The only thing on his mind was youâand the dress you wore, too.
âWhy do they get to see you like this when itâs meant for me?â His voice dropped, each word heavier than the last.
Your breath hitched at the intensity in his voice. The heat between you was immediate, pressing, suffocating. Xavier reached up, his fingers gently grazing your neck, then sliding down to your waist, his touch possessive and slow.
You tried to laugh it off again, your playful nature not quite prepared for how serious he had gotten. âItâs just a prank,â you said, offering an innocent smile, hoping to break the tension. âI am not going anywhereâŚâ You giggled, but it came out a little nervous. âI swear⌠Itâs just a prank, Xavier.â
He blinked once, Â the twice, confusion flickering in his eyes. His boyish, innocent looked returned, stunned at your words. He seemed to process it for a moment. Then, the intensity of his gaze returned, fiercer than before. He took a step forward, closing the non existent distance between you, and his lips were suddenly on yoursâhard, commanding. His lips crushed against yours, his tongue immediately claiming dominance as he growled low in his throat.
Before you could even process what was happening, you were on the couch, his body pressing you into the cushions. His hands roamed, touching you everywhere. as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
âPrank or not,â he said, his voice hushed but full of intensity, âyouâve got me thinking about you in that dress with themâwith anyone else.â His hands moved lower, sliding over the fabric of your dress. âYou thought teasing me would be funny, huh? Letâs see how funny it is now.â His tone was equal parts teasing and threatening, a dangerous mix that made your heart race.
You gasped as his hands found your thighs, pulling you against him, his body already pressing into yours. There was no more pretending, no more games. Xavierâs need was undeniable, and you couldnât escape the heat between you.
His lips met yours again, deeper, more frantic this time, as if making sure you understood just how serious he was about what was happening between you. You didnât stand a chance against him.
And when the night ended, teasing Xavier definitely wouldnât be on your list of things to do again... or maybe it would be.
ZAYNE
The dress was daringâtoo daring, perhaps. The fabric clung to your body, smooth and sultry, dipping dangerously low in the front and riding scandalously high on your thighs. The sheer lace along the sides barely covered enough, teasingly revealing glimpses of skin beneath. It was the kind of dress that would have heads turning, and you knew it.
That was the point.
You had planned this all too perfectly. A new pastry cafĂŠ had just opened downtown, and youâd invited Zayne out for a date. You had been expecting a reaction when he arrivedâmaybe a subtle quirk of his brow, a small shift in his usual stoic demeanor. Something.
Instead, when you opened the door and greeted him with an innocent smile, his gaze flickered over you, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then, the door clicked shut behind him.
His expression remained unreadable, but his movements werenât. The way he took his time removing his gloves, slipping them off with methodical ease before placing them neatly on the nearby counter. The way his fingers traced the hem of his coat, unbuttoning it in a slow, deliberate motion.
âInteresting choice,â he finally said, his voice calmâtoo calmâas his gaze finally lifted back to meet yours.
You grinned, shifting your weight just slightly to make the dress slide a little higher along your thigh. âDo you like it?â
He didnât answer immediately. Instead, he took a step forward, and you felt the weight of his presence settle over you. His fingers brushed your arm, barely there, before trailing down your wrist. The lightest touch. A doctorâs touchâcontrolled, precise. But beneath it was something else.
Something simmering.
âTell me.â His voice was still even, his tone almost thoughtful as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your fingertips. âHow far were you planning to go with this little game of yours?â
Your heart stuttered. He knows.
You feigned innocence, tilting your head as if confused. âGame? I was just dressing up for our date.â
âIs that so?â His lips curved, the barest hint of amusement slipping through. âThen I suppose you wouldnât mind if we went outside right now.â
Your stomach flipped. He wouldnât.
Would he?
Before you could respond, his other hand movedâso subtle, so swiftâand in one seamless motion, he pulled you closer, his fingers splaying over your lower back. Your breath hitched as your bodies pressed together, the warmth of him seeping through the thin material of your dress.
His lips were close now, brushing against your ear. âYou forgot,â he murmured, âI know you.â
Your skin burned.
You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. âOkay, fine. It was a prank.â
Zayne chuckled softly. The sound was low, velvety, but it sent a shiver down your spine. âI knew that before coming over.â
His fingers traced slow, idle circles against the small of your back, and suddenly, you were all too aware of how little there was between you. How easy it would be for him to simply pullâjust a littleâand the dress would slide right off your shoulders.
You blinked. âWait, youâ?â
âOf course I knew.â He leaned in, his breath brushing against your jaw. âYou think I donât know when youâre trying to get a rise out of me?â The heat in his voice made your knees weak.
Your heart pounded against your ribs as his fingers traced a slow path up your spine, dragging along the zipper of your dress.
âI knew the moment you picked up my call earlier and sounded too innocent. The way you sent me a picture of the food but conveniently cropped yourself out.â His fingers pressed, teasing, against the small of your back. âAnd now? Now youâre here, looking like this and expecting me to just let you waltz out into a crowded cafĂŠ?â
You barely managed a breath before he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his expression unreadable save for the faintest glint of something more. âCute.â His lips brushed against yours, feather-light. âBut you knew better.â
You shivered at the subtle challenge in his voice, the sheer restraint beneath it. âZayne, we have a reservationââ
âMm.â He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate. âWeâll reschedule.â
âIââ
Whatever you were about to say was swallowed by his kiss. It wasnât rushed or franticâit was deliberate. A slow, consuming thing that left no room for escape. His hands were firm but unhurried as he guided you back, step by step, until your back met the nearest surfaceâthe couch, the wall, you didnât even know anymore.
Zayne finally pulled away, but only just. His breath fanned across your lips, his fingers still resting against your waist. He looked at you then, truly looked at you, his eyes dark with something unspoken.
âYou wanted my attention.â His voice was a whisper now, a dangerous kind of quiet. âYou have it.â Your protests faded the moment his hands slid lower, gripping your thighs just enough to make your breath hitch. His lips trailed downward, past your jaw, tracing a searing path along your neck before murmuring, âTell me, was the prank worth it?â
And as his hands began to move, taking their time, exploring, savoringâone thing became very, very clear.
Prank or not, you wouldnât be leaving for that cafĂŠ tonight.
AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!
Imagine handing divorce papers to your arranged marriage husband Zayne because the past 3 years of this marriage have been nothing but a farce and you're tired of chasing scraps of affection from a husband who's almost never home.
You leave the documents (signed from your end) in his office at Akso and skip on your way home, treat yourself to a luxury dinner, self care, a good soak in the bath all while humming under your breath. You go to bed, relieved that you'll be a free woman by the end of the week.
Except Zayne shows up in the middle of night still in his hospital scrubs kneeling by your bed (the first time he's entered your bedroom in a long while)
He clutches your hands in a death grip, tears in his eyes, begging you, "please don't leave me."
they joke about you being needy but you take it seriously so you stopped kissing and sleeping with them and suddenly they're not laughing anymore.
mdni. 18+ only. grinding. suggestive but no actual sex. reader enjoys being an insufferable tease <3
sylus.
You pushed him down on the couch and straddled his thighs while one of his hand runs up and down your back, and the other rests on your waist.
He breaks free from your deep kiss with a playful smirk on his face.
"You've been quite needy lately, kitten."
You paused.
Needy?
"Oh."
Sylus froze as soon as he saw the lack of amusement on your face.
"I didn't mean â "
"No, you're so right." You suddenly got off his lap and expertly dodged the hands that attempted to catch you and pull you back down. "I really should calm down, shouldn't I ?"
"No â "
"That's such a great idea, Sylus." you smiled and pinched his cheek. "Let's do something else instead. Let's make cookies!"
That was the start of Sylus' awful week, when he didn't get to touch you at all.
No hand holding.
No hugs.
No kisses.
No sex.
Sylus thinks he might actually go insane.
But he can't lose your game so easily.
He'll toughen up if he must.
He lasted years without you and he had successfully kept his distance from you, no matter how difficult and tempting, until the time was right.
His patience and self-control are not to be underestimated.
He'll be fine.
That's what Sylus keeps reminding himself every time he gets the urge to hold you. Every time his eyes fall to your lips, he tells himself that he'll survive without them.
You're trying to punish him for calling you needy, but he won't give in.
He'll wait until you give in.
It's more fun that way.
Okay, so this is harder than he thought.
It's day two and he's already weak on the knees from the very moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing the dress for tonight's date.
Sylus watched you put on your heels, flashing him a part of your thighs while doing so, and he wanted to run a hand on it to feel your smooth skin.
"Sylus?"
He blinked out of his trance to realize you just asked him a question. "What was that, sweetie?"
"I was asking if it'll be cold in the restaurant you chose, so I can know if I should bring a jacket or not."
He shook his head. "You'll be just fine."
That was a total lie.
It turned out to be cold as your table was specially reserved at a rooftop of a building.
However, it just so happens that Sylus has a jacket and the cold wasn't affecting him, so he was able to give it to you.
With a grin on his face, Sylus pulled your seat right next to his and gently put the jacket around your shoulders, making sure his fingers brush against your skin even if it's only for a second.
"Thanks." as you gave him a smile, you slightly moved closer to his face. "I feel much better now."
Sylus made the mistake of looking at your lips. Without much thought, his head tilted down and his nose grazed yours before aligning your lips.
"Wow! This wine is so good! Try it!" You shoved your glass of wine to his lips before scooting your chair back to its initial place, a couple of feet away from him.
Sylus almost choked on the alcohol but gladly accepted your offer. He put his lips on the same spot that had your lipstick stain on it.
At the very least, he got to enjoy an indirect kiss that should keep him satisfied for the rest of the week.
Or so he thought.
Day four.
The frustration has gotten to Sylus.
It's like owning the world's most valued weapon yet not being able to use it.
He can look, but he can't touch.
It's much more difficult than he thought.
Especially when you're doing everything in your power to make him cave in.
Well, technically, you aren't doing anything out of the ordinary.
Right now, all you're doing is hitting the punching bag in the exact way that he taught you, but the way you look at the moment is making him want to grab you and pin you down â or you can be the one to pin him down. It doesn't matter to him. All he wants is his body to be pressed against yours.
Sylus quietly growled under his breath.
He clenched his fist and started to hit the other punching bag, hoping to take away some of the tension burning inside him, particularly inside his shorts.
You tilted your head and watched curiously as Sylus' punches to the sandbag has gotten heavier, leaving such satisfying sounds at the impact.
"Whoa! So good! You look like you're getting ready to beat up some real nasty bad guys. Did anyone piss you off or something?" You picked up the clean towel nearby and held it up towards his face to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "You do look tense lately."
Sylus' left hand suddenly caught the one you're using to wipe his face. "You're a vicious little kitten."
He gave your hand a kiss before stepping back and patting your head before walking out of the room and leaving you alone.
"Hey, where are you going?! We haven't sparred yet!"
"Shower." He looked over his shoulder to give you a smirk. "Would you like to join?"
You almost agreed in a heartbeat.
But you have to stay strong.
"Nope, I'll just stay here and keep practicing so I can kick your ass the next time we spar."
Your own answer only disappointed the both of you.
Day seven.
You and Sylus went out for a ride on his newest motorcycle at night, on the empty, spatious roads of N109.
It was the worst idea of all.
As the one that's manipulating the vehicle, you're the one sitting at the front and you took advantage of the close proximity by pressing your ass right against his crotch.
Sylus had to concentrate on making sure his grip on your waist doesn't hurt you, with the way his body had gone stiff. Every part of him.
Every bump on the road slammed your hips against him and he had to hold his breath every time. His pants became tighter and tighter by the minute, and his breath had gotten unsteady.
He was sweating throughout the entire ride.
And once you finally made it back to his place, Sylus' patience finally broke.
From the moment you got off the motorcycle, Sylus quickly removed his motorcycle before taking off yours.
As soon as your face was in clear view, before you could even comprehend what was happening, Sylus' left hand caressed your jawline before locking his lips with yours.
Your eyes widened with surprise, though you didn't waste a precious second to kiss him back and pull him close by grabbing onto his shoulders.
Sylus didn't dare to pull away until he was out of breath. Even then, he'd only stop for a second before diving back in like a starved man.
Every time you'd pull back to gasp for air, Sylus would come after your lips and slip his tongue between them to capture yours.
"You win." he huffs in between kisses while your hands run through the strands of his hair. "I yield."
"Heh?" you can't help but grin. "What are you talking about? What are you yielding for?"
"Don't play innocent, kitten. You know what you've been doing." He tapped your forehead as you laughed. "I won't call you needy ever again, so if you could stop teasing me, I'd greatly appreciate it." he whispered against your ear before kissing it softly, "I don't know how long I can keep holding back."
"Since you learned your lesson...." you pressed your lips under his jaw. "You don't need to hold back anymore."
That was all he needed to hear.
Sylus wrapped your legs around his hips and kept you up against him as he made his way into his bedroom.
zayne
You're drawing random patterns with your finger on Zayne's bare chest as you cuddle with him when suddenly, he made a lighthearted joke.
"Your libido has been rather high lately. Based on my record, your premenstrual syndrome symptoms shouldn't be showing up for another two weeks."
You looked up to see the playful grin on his face.
"Oh, is that right?" you huff. "Must be my diet or something. No worries, I'll fix it."
Zayne blinked with confusion. "Huh?" But he received no more response for an explanation as you closed your eyes and drifted oft to sleep.
It was only until the very next day when he realized his mistake when he received absolutely zero kisses.
He was quick to figure out what brought on such an evil scheme.
"Oh, no..."
Day three.
You stopped by his work to join him for lunch, just as he requested.
Zayne observed that you're not angry with him and you have no problem spending time with him. You act normal for the most part. The one big change with your behavior is that you refuse to give him any physical affection.
You didn't even give him a hug as you greeted him.
It feels strange. It's like he's forgetting something as important like his wallet or his car keys.
"Are you punishing me for what I said the other day?"
"What you said the other day?"
"You know... about your high libido...."
He could've sworn a vein popped out from your forehead just now and he does his best to suppress a smile of amusement. He's already in trouble. He doesn't want to dig his grave any deeper.
"Nope! I don't care at all!"
Despite the words that came out of your mouth, you continued to make him suffer.
Later that day, you met up aftet work to drink milk tea while taking a night stroll around the city during such a lovely weather.
The way you were smiling the whole time made Zayne want to hold your hand and keep you close to him.
And yet, you were constantly moving around so much, either on purpose or due to all the sugar from your drink, so he ended the night feeling somewhat emptyhanded.
He hasn't realized until now just how much he enjoys even the little touches you grace him with.
Day five.
You and Zayne attended a formal event.
It's a banquet for the hunters association and you were obligated to come, and he was your date, so you two dressed up nicely to follow the dress code.
Although, if he was being honest, Zayne wishes you two are still in your apartment, where he can have you all to himself.
Ever since he had come to your home to picked you up, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. And throughout the event, he has been rather... uneasy.
As you're eating dessert, Zayne can't help but imagine tasting it from your lips. It has been days since he last kissed you, and he needed to be reminded of your sweetness.
He needed to feel the warmth and softness of your skin underneath your dress.
Zayne lets out a shaky breath before loosening his tie.
It seems that the room suddenly feels hot.
Or maybe it's just his racing mind and heart and the blood rushing down below his hips.
"Zayne, are you okay?"
You scooted your chair closer to him so that your legs are touching. You faced him and put a hand on his forehead.
"You feel warm. Are you sick?"
Zayne lets out a laugh that was half-nervous. "Are you teasing me again?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just worried about you."
He detected from your tone that you are indeed teasing him.
On the drive back, Zayne was clutching the steering wheel as his mind continues to race, imagining all the things that he'd been wanting to do with you. Sitting still became difficult with a bulge rising through his pants.
But yet again, he ends the night without a single touch from you.
And Zayne has decided, he'll never joke about anything ever again.
Day six.
On his day off, Zayne had taken you out for a picnic and the torture continues.
Whenever you two have a picnic, there's lots of cuddling involved. This time, there's none at all and there's the Happy Snowman plushie sitting right between you two as a barrier.
You two are playing kitty cards and Zayne seems to be on top of his game today.
After all, he had a special proposal.
"Whoever wins must do something that the winner wants."
It's a simple but classic prize that no one can ever resist, so you gladly accepted the challenge thinking you'd easily win.
But Zayne's focus is unshakeable.
He's consecutively dropping assist cards to take away your points, and somehow he's stocking up all the sixes.
He won't even let you switch cards by acting cute. That's how serious it is right now. The stakes are high.
After six rounds, Zayne comes out as the winner.
"How could this happen?!"
Zayne chuckles at your dramatic cries, aggressively shaking Happy Snowman as if it was the one responsible for your loss.
Unfortunately for Happy Snowman, it's Zayne's turn to have your attention.
Zayne snatched the plushie out of your hands and set it aside.
"Darling, it's time for me to claim my prize."
You sigh and bowed playfully. "Yes, yes, congratulations for being crowned as the King of the Kitties. What can I do for you, Your Highness?"
Zayne smiled and gently held your chin with his fingers before guiding you to look up so you can lock gazes.
"Kiss me."
Your mouth drops at his request, face immediately heating up.
"Oh."
He found a way to end your silly little game.
He really is a clever boy.
"Your wish is my command~"
At last, you stop holding back against your urges and brought yourself on his lap.
Zayne eagerly welcomes you into his arms and wraps them around you tightly, making sure you don't try to escape.
His lips meets yours with desperation and his hands slides down to your thighs, encouraging you to sway your hips back and forth.
Between the deep and heavy kisses, he mutters, "I joked about you being needy yet here I am, being the needy one. But it's all your fault. Are you going to take responsbility for it?" Zayne pressed you down against his hips to let you feel just how hard he is for you.
"...should we end picnic early?"
"We should end picnic early."
caleb
You stumbled into his room while removing his shirt and almost tripped on his feet as you reached the bed.
"What's the rush, Pip-squeak? And here I thought I was the needy one."
Your hands come to a halt.
"What did you say?"
"I said there's no need to rush, I'm not going anywhere â "
"No, you just called me needy just now."
Caleb chuckles at your furrowed brows.
"I was joking, Pipâ what are you doing?" you picked up his shirt that you dropped on the floor and threw it at his chest before walking out of his room.
"Gonna be needy all by myself in my room. Goodnight."
"Wha â hey wait!"
It's too late. You stomped your way into your own room and Caleb is left all alone with a boner that remained standing until his mood died down.
Caleb sent you a bunch of stickers, hoping you'd come back beside him. Sadly, you ignored all of them and he was forced to sleep with a cold, empty bedside.
The next day, Caleb woke up early and prepared breakfast for the two of you as usual. You came out of your room and lazily greeted him a good morning, so he was relieved to know that you weren't really mad.
But once he tried to kiss you on the cheek after giving you a cup of coffee and you blocked his lips with the palm of your hands, he learned that he's not completely off the hook just yet.
"No."
"Huh?"
"No kisses."
"What?! Why?!"
You almost laughed at the way his face shifted, looking like a little boy who'd gotten his favorite toy taken away.
"Because. I don't want to seem needy."
"Come onnnn, it was a joke! I'm sorry!" he tried to embrace you from the back but you stood up and moved away.
"Wow, look how nice the weather looks today!" you exclaimed as you look out the window, admiring the clouds of Skyhaven.
Caleb pouts at the way you deflected him.
Knowing how you behave whenever you're being petty, he has to brace himself for the worst few upcoming days of his life.
Day two.
The pout hasn't left his face.
You two are working out together at his home gym and he's pouting as he's doing push ups.
You're not even sitting on his back and motivating him to do more reps. You're just doing your own sets of excercises in front of him while pretending he's not there.
"Pip-squeak, look. I'm doing push-ups with one hand."
"...."
"Now I'm doing push-ups with just one finger!"
"..."
No matter what he did to grab your attention, he just couldn't get you to look at him.
But what if....
"Whew, it's so hot in here."
Caleb took off his shirt and threw it aside.
He tries not to grin as he caught you sneaking glances from the corner of your eye.
Now, he'll do pull-ups on the bar right in front of you.
Or at least, that was the plan.
His shirt was thrown back at his chest just like the other night.
"Caleb you dummy. You'll get cold."
You walked out of the room and he was back to pouting.
Day four.
You went back to Linkon at Monday morning. Caleb couldn't believe he lasted four whole days without getting a single kiss from you. He didn't even get to hold your hand or pat your head.
The lack of physical affection and intimacy should be nothing to him since he always had to hold back from acting on his feelings for you. He was willing to wait forever for you.
But now that he thinks about it, he'd always been touchy with you.
Even before you were in a romantic relationship, he'd given you plenty of hugs, he'd given you lots of forehead kisses, he'd hold your hands whenever you let him, he'd hold you when you don't want to sleep alone, and he'd even kissed your cheek during the times whenever you pretended to be a couple.
Physical affection has always been a part of your relationship.
Taking it away is like taking away a pilot's airplane.
Well, maybe it's not that drastic but it surely feels that way to Caleb.
Now that he's able to kiss you and hold you whenever he wants, he can't stop. He loves being with you and becoming one with you.
He can't help but seek for your touch.
It's only been a few days but he misses your warmth. He misses how you taste. He misses the sounds you'd make.
Oh, he definitely won't survive for long.
This scheme of yours has to end now.
Day five.
You got a good jumpscare when The Colonel showed up at your doorstep at night, in his full uniform and all.
Before opening the door, you peeked through the peephole and took note of his serious expression, just as The Colonel often appears as.
But the scary demeanor vanished the moment you oppened the door.
His face lights up and you're flashed with the warm smile you've used to seeing.
"Caleb! What are you doing here?!"
"I just dropped by to bring you something you forgot at my house. It's pretty important so I thought I'd make a trip to Linkon so you don't worry about it."
You let him in your apartment, trying to recall what you could have forgotten. You were able to get through a long day at work without noticing anything missing, so what could've been that important that he had to give to you immediately?
"What did I forget?"
Caleb dug something from one of the pockets of his coat.
"Ta-da! Here you go~"
Caleb took your left hand and dropped something to your palm.
".....Are you being serious right now?"
A hair clip.
"What? It's something that you use every day, is it not? I know you were probably feeling weird without it. You're welcome."
"...I leave this behind on purpose. I always use it whenever I'm at your house, every time I'm doing my hair. It was meant to stay there."
Caleb laughs and scratches the back of his head. "Oh, my baaaad, Pip-squeak. Ah, but since I'm already here, might as well have dinner together!I'll help you cook~"
He removed his hat and coat before entering your kitchen. You're in the middle of making dinner too, so he somehow arrived perfectly on time.
You should've known he came in with a mission.
As he goes around the kitchen, he does everything possible to accidentally touch you.
He'd lightly bump into you and touches your shoulder as he apologizes.
His hand brushes against your waist to move you aside so he can pass by.
He stands behind you and reaching over you so he could get some containers on the cabinet, making sure to grind his hips against your ass just for a brief second.
Eventually, you found yourself cornered against the fridge.
"What are you doing?"
"Making dinnner." you glare at him and he was quick to give you a pout. "...And trying to win your attention because you've been so mean to me by neglecting me."
"Neglecting?" you tilted your head. "But I thought I was being needy."
Caleb groans before completely losing his patience.
He pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry! I won't say it again! Please don't punish me anymore I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry â " his embrace starts getting tighter at every word, making you cough dramatically.
"Jeez, alright fine! I get it, now let me go â "
"Never!"
Caleb lifts you off the ground and nuzzles his face against yours. "So soft and so warm ~"
"Caleb, the pot is boiling!"
"The pot can wait. I'm busy."
"Caleb â " the sizzling noises from the stove forced him to jump away from you.
"Okay I'm coming!"
rafayel
"You don't need to be so needy cutie, I'm not going anywhere~"
You pulled away from his kiss and raised a brow at him. "Needy...?"
Rafayel's eyes widen as he realized what he just said. "I â I was just joking!"
"Right..."
You laughed along but five minutes later, the kisses suddenly stopped and your attention shifted to your phone to play a silly game (one that he recommended to you in the first place).
Rafayel didn't think much of it. He was able to cuddle with you as the two of you fell asleep that night.
But once he woke up, things started to seem weird to him.
As you left to go to work, you didn't give him a kiss. You always give him a kiss. You rushed out of the studio before he could even remind you about it.
He didn't get to see you for the rest of the day because the Wanderers robbed him all of your time and energy.
At the very least, he was able to videocall with you and chat with you about how your day went. Though, seeing your sleeping face made him wish he was next to you so he could comfort you and ease your exhaustion.
Day two.
You joined him for a stroll at the beach and helped him collect some shells. He tried to hold your hand but you not-so-subtly moved away from him.
The face he made was worthy of a drama actor award.
"Are you worried I'd give you a virus? Come here, cutie, I'm perfectly clean. I just took a bath an hour ago."
"No no, just don't wanna seem clingy, that's all."
Rafayel took a moment to figure out what prompted that response.
"Waaaait, you're not really mad about me calling you needy, are you? It was just a joke, Miss Bodyguuaaard..."
"Mhmm."
Rafayel sighs as he realizes you're going to prolong this cruel revenge of yours just a little further. It's good that you're not really mad, though he can't help but pout about it.
He had to walk through the beach with you so close yet so far from him, and his hands have never felt so cold and lonely.
You don't even always hold his hand, as sometimes collecting sea shells require all hands available, but now that he's aware of your punishment, he can't help but notice that he really loves holding your hand and giving you little kisses.
Without them, his day feels incomplete.
Day three.
You showed up at Rafayel's art exhibition and he's acting like you just dumped him.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to show up today, Miss Bodyguard. I thought you'd forgotten all about me."
He showed you one painting that you haven't seen finished until now.
"This is inspired by the gaping hole in my heart because my beloved has left me."
Trying not to laugh, you flicked his forehead. "Your beloved saw you this morning for breakfast and watched you get scolded by Thomas because you weren't ready for your event on time."
Rafayel huffs. "Well, I would have woken up early and would've been prepared on time if only I went to sleep early. But I couldn't sleep early because my beloved is being mean to me and won't let me kiss her."
"Weeeell, that sucks for you." you patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna go check out that lovely painting over there. See you later."
Rafayel followed you the entire time, walking so closely beside you so his hand would constantly brush against yours.
Once you reached an empty room, he stood right behind you and put a hand on the wall next to the painting that you're admiring.
His lips brushed against your ear after taking a whiff of your neck. "This perfume... it's the one that I really like..."
It was indeed the scent that makes him act like a cat that's high on catnip. You wore it on purpose, solely to get the reaction that he's giving right now.
Rafayel's lips brushed against your neck like a feather, testing the waters to see if you'd push him away.
So far, you do nothing but stare at the beautiful painting he worked months on.
His right hand landed on your stomach and gently nudged you back so that your body is right against his.
His kisses grew a little bolder, lingering on your skin a little longer.
But then, the sound of footsteps coming close forced you to spring away from him.
You held back a grin at his red face.
"This has been a wonderful exhibit, Sir Rafayel. Thank you for the tour."
"...Hmph..."
He crossed his arms and looked away, trying to calm down his racing heart.
Looks like his body craves for you more than he realized.
Day four.
"I got here as fast as I could! What's the emergency?!"
You slam the bathroom door open to find Rafayel chilling in his bathtub, naked body submerged in warm water mixed with pink foamy soap.
"...."
"Oh, good, you're finally here." Rafayel sighs with relief. "Miss bodyguard, you have to help me. I slipped from a paintbrush earlier and hurt my right arm, so I can't move it around easily because it hurts. Will you help me with my bath?"
"How did you get in the bathtub in the first place if your arm hurts so much?"
"Don't worry about it, cutie. That's in the past. I like to focus in the present."
You shook your head, though you're unable to hide a smile from his silly yet clever response.
You knelt down beside the bathtub and started petting his head. Right away, he closed his eyes and leaned in towards your touch.
You lowered your hand to his neck and brushed slowly your thumb against his skin just under his jaw, and you caught him gulping nervously.
Next, you slid your hand down to his chest, drawing random shapes between his pecs, causing his breath to stutter.
"But now that I think about it... how does one get help for taking a bath?" you asked. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Rafayel caught your hand before you could even think about pulling away and leave him hard, just like yesterday at the exhibit.
"I just need you... to move your hand... just a little lower...."
Your face heated up at his low tone. His face had turned into a dark shade of red, flushed from the warmth you've made him feel with just a few light touches.
"You better be careful." you whispered, moving your hands down as slow as possible. "With how you sound just now, someone might think that you might be a little....needy...."
Rafayel opened his eyes but didn't move a single muscle. His hand remained on top of yours, letting you wander to wherever you want to.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm the needy one." he kept his gaze fixated on you. "I need to have you close to me. I need to hold you. I need to feel you."
Your face burned.
As did the rest of your body.
At last, your hand reached where he needed you to be.
Stiff and twitching, just for you.
Your core clenched as you recall the way he feels inside you.
"If.... if I'm gonna help you take a bath, you better make some room for me."
Rafayel has never moved so quickly.
xavier
Xavier breathes heavily on his bed, face flushed and chest heaving, glistening with sweat. You're lying next to him, equally spent after getting lost in each other's bodies.
"We've been doing it so much lately, I'm starting to feel sore." he says with a chuckle, putting one hand on his neck and shoulder.
"....You're right." you softly tapped on his chest as if to give him comfort. "Don't worry, I'll let you recover. Let's not do anything for a while."
Xavier's eyes widen. "What?! That's that not what I meant â "
You let out a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Goodnight, Xavier~"
"Wait â "
"Goodnight, I said."
Day one.
You had to be joking, right?
You were probably just so tired and blurted out such a hasty statement.
You probably don't even remember what you said.
Xavier didn't forget, though. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.
When he woke up at noon, you were already at work. You made breakfast for him. If you were really upset with him, you wouldn't have cooked anything for him.
So, everything should be fine.
He arrived at work and the very first thing he did is greet you at your station. You're behind your desk, busy with a report on your computer.
"Good morning."
He leaned down to give you a hug. Although you didn't return it, you didn't deflect him.
That means you really were just bluffing. Everything is fine.
"Good morning, Xavier."
Fast forward to a couple of hours later, you two are investigating an abandoned but recently used building that's been raided by Wanderers.
There was a suspicious man on site, so you hid somewhere so that you can observe him for any possible leads.
Xavier pulled you into a room that looks to be a supplies closet, which was luckily clean enough to not contain any foul smell that would make it unbearable for you to hide in.
You stood by the door that's slightly cracked open so that you can keep an eye on the suspicious man.
Xavier stood right behind you with absolutely no space between your bodies. His left hand made its way to your waist while his lips brushes against your neck.
Before he could do anything else, you turned around and covered his mouth with one hand.
"Hmm? What are you â "
"Shhh. We need to be quiet."
Okay, so you rejected his attempt to makeout.
But that was only because you couldn't risk missing out on any leads and had to focus on the suspicious guy, right? That's all. Everything is fine.
Everything is not fine.
He caught you on a conversation with Andrew and you were touching his shoulder. Then you spoke with Simone and you were touching her arm.
But when he talked to you, you didn't touch his shoulder or anything. You didn't touch his hand and you even moved away when he tried to touch yours.
For the final check: the Pocky test.
Once you're back in his apartment after work, Xavier decided to share his last box of Pocky with you.
As you were eating one, Xavier quickly went up to you.
"Wait, let me check if yours is good."
He continued to eat the stick of Pocky until he's closer to your lips.
But then you suddenly pulled back and ate the rest.
"Wah â "
You gently patted his cheeks. "Nice try."
So, it turns out you knew what he was doing and no, you were absolutely not going to give him kisses today.
And so, sulky Xavier makes his return.
Day two.
Xavier decided to get revenge for taking away kisses and cuddles by showing you the most horrifying scary movie on both of your watch list.
You two are sitting on his giant bean-bag chair, sharing a blanket while your eyes are glued to the TV screen, unable to look away at the bloody scene of another character getting ripped apart.
Little did you know, Xavier is mentally cheering.
For every jumpscare, you scoot closer and closer to him. Around halfway of the movie, you're sitting on his lap yet you're too focused on the movie to realize it.
Xavier kept quiet and rested one hand on your thigh, while the other casually shoves popcorn in his mouth.
As the end credits started to roll, Xavier got up to refill your drinks so that you can have more for the next film, which is another horror one.
"Wait where are you going?!" you grabbed his hand before he could start walking towards the kitchen.
Xavier almost laughed at your expression. "I'm just going to get us more drinks. I won't be gone for long. Just sit here and relax."
"You're not scared even a little bit?" you murmured, tightly hugging a pillow. Right now, your brain is imagining the killer in every dark spot of the apartment.
"I'll be fine~"
Five steps forward and he suddenly turns around.
"Are you really that scared?"
He uses his evol to shine a bright light on his face while pulling a silly expression, mocking the one that the killer from the movie wore.
"Ah!"
His plan worked a little too well because now, you can't sleep alone.
"Are you really that scared?" he asked, walking up to the bed, watching you hug Bunbun with your dear life. "We fought Wanderers that are much worse. If you were in the movie, I bet you'll make a good final girl that'll outlive the killer."
He sat next to you and smiled as he put a hand on the plushie.
"Bunbun can go now. I'm taking over his job in protecting you while you sleep."
You gasped as he snatched the plushie and threw him across the room.
"Xavier!"
"Ssshh, I got you."
After turning off all the lights, he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, with your back against his chest.
The second you closed your eyes, your mind starts replaying the scariest parts of the movies you just watched, causing you to shift uncomfortably.
You hear a faint gasp behind you, but you ignore it as you're trying to block off the scary images in your head.
"Ugh! It's no good! I need a distraction."
You turned around to get your phone on the nightstand, but then you come face to face with Xavier.
"A distraction?" he leans close to you so that your noses touch. "I can give you a distraction, if you want."
"....nope, I'm good." you turned back around with a huff. "Don't wanna make you sore."
Xavier laughs and nuzzles his face on your neck.
"I'll remember not to joke about something like that ever again. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"
"....are you also sorry for making me watch those really scary movies?"
"Well.... not really...."
They were excellent movies, after all. Aside from the scary parts, he could tell you enjoyed it overall.
"At least you're honest."
A few seconds later, Xavier starts to pepper kisses all over your neck and jaw.
"Do you still need a distraction? I can help you get your mind off of anything scary."
You let out a quiet moan as he softly pushed his hips against yours.
"Just focus on me."
From the moment he got on top of you, you forgot about everything â your silly scheme and the horror movies.
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pairing âżâ§âË: lads sylus x reader
summary âżâ§âË: 3+1: three times Sylus suppresses his desire to have you, and one time his control finally snaps. sprinkled with relationship fluff, size difference, love confessions and whole lot of overthinking from our fav crow boy.
word count âżâ§âË: 13.6k (a whole ass freaking novella, grab a snack.)
tropes âżâ§âË: 18+, 3+1, smut, but packed with feelings, fluff, est. relationship, body worship, plot with porn??, love confessions, sylus is obsessed, and so in love, first times implied, p in v, size difference, (by size difference i mean sylus is freaking huge, like a mountain of a man, so big it actually makes him nervous bc u so small, every single one of us would be a small dot next to him thatâs my personal headcanon, have you seen his ib memory? yeah, yeah u have this man HUGE), anyways what is protection they donât use it donât be like them, needy sylus, pet names, everything is consensual, awooo.
authorâs note âżâ§âË: hello! i was cooking this one for so much time, i hope itâs not too boring! Iâm not a native speaker so i apologize in advance for all mistakes or repetitions. I was also trying to write inclusive y/n and i hope i succeeded. I also did not imagine y/n to have a specific body type â i truly believe that no matter your size, next to sylus you would look like a crumb. as small as a pebble. believe me, iâve studied the sacred texts (night of secrecy, grassland romance, innocent birdcage do i really have to keep on listing the memories where he enormous u get the gist). so!! i hope youâll enjoy it ૮ę°ŕžŕ˝˛âŠÂ´ áľ `âŠęąŕžŕ˝˛á
!!do NOT read if youâre not 18+!!
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Sylus usually considered himself to be a patient man.
He occasionally did act on his desiresâhe could admit that muchâbut when it came to the things he truly cared about, the things he treasured, he didnât mind the wait. He knew that the best things in life came at a price, and if the currency was time, in this case he was willing to pay in full. He knew it was worth it. That you were worth it.
You, who accepted him as he was, with all his flaws and imperfections, making his life better every day you were together. You, who were so brave, gentle, and kind that you made him want to become a better man tooâjust so that one day, he could say he truly deserved you. You, who he had completely fallen for, unable to imagine a world in which he wouldnât make the same choice of courting you all over again.
Thatâs why he wanted nothing more than to treasure and respect you in every aspect of lifeâincluding intimacy and his own desires. And to be perfectly candid, he had plenty of those from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But he wanted to act like a gentleman, never rushing you into anything. He was patient, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to be sure you trusted him, that you werenât afraid of himâor of the things he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance.
And even after several months of officially dating you, he still stuck to his resolve, despite the unhealthy hunger growing inside him. He was adamant that you make the first move, even though the waiting was slowly killing him from the insideâhis desires burning through his skin, desperate to see the light of your glossy eyes, to feel you squirming beneath him, and to hear your soft moans and whimpers, letting him know that you wanted him too.
He wanted you passionately. He didnât desire anyone or anything else in his life. He had never thought of anyone else in such terms, which made the wait much more bearable, fun even. The occasional tension in the air only made things between you even more intriguing. Sylus wondered when the moment would come for you to finally let him explore you, taste you, just as he had wanted since the first time he held you in his arms.
He was a patient man. An inquisitive one, but patient nonetheless.
But it was just getting too much for him to handle lately.
He wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Were you trying to make him go feral with want, push him into some action? Maybe you were just too shy to ask for something more, and decided to coax him to take you right then and there? Was it an act? A part of your meticulous, sneaky plan?
He felt his sanity slowly dissipating.
âSylus? Please, hurry up and help me, we have to go!â You turned your head to look at him, your lips puckered in an adorable pout, and your feet anxiously shifting from one to the other, the sound of your beautiful black heels clicking against the floor of your apartment. The red soles didnât go unnoticed by him.
And what didnât go unnoticed as well was how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked, dressed in your tight black gown that accentuated the figure he was obsessed with.
However, he was a strong man. He could look at you in a dress and not get an instant boner; he wasnât some mere beast. But when you asked for his help, he realized that life hadnât prepared him for everything you had up your sleeve.
Because right now, you stood before him, your back turned toward him, holding your hair in your hands and exposing a zipper that you wanted him to take care of. A zipper that ran from your neck down, down, down to your red lace panties, which peeked out from beneath the unzipped black material.
He turned his head upward at the sight, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose, a silent prayer escaping his lips. If God existed, He was not merciful this time.
He could also clearly see that you werenât wearing a bra, the soft skin of your back exposed, slightly hidden under the material of the dress. Hadnât he suffered enough?
He wanted to bark. Badly.
Oh fuck, was he really going to bark?
He hoped not.
âSy?â The nickname almost made his legs buckle. He needed a moment to calm himself after just one look at you, and it seemed to take him much longer than what would be considered natural. The impatience in your voice betrayed your desire not to be late for the opera performance, which he had promised to take you to today. He gulped audibly and realized that you had no idea what you were doing to himâand that scared him.
If you were this dangerous unintentionally, how will he survive when youâll finally, consciously decide to take things further?
âYes. Yes, of course, sweetie.â He managed to choke out and stepped closer to you, your delectable scent overwhelming his senses. He tried to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he reached for the zipper at the bottom of your dress. When he zipped you up, he took his sweet time caressing your body with his knuckles, basking in the soft feeling of your skin and the dangerous touch of the lace of your panties. He hoped you couldnât hear his heartbeatâor see the pink in his cheeks. He couldnât remember the last time he had blushed, but now he was sure of it, judging by the warmth on his face.
He was hopeless. Utterly ruined.
âThere you go.â He said quietly, caressing your beautiful hair with his fingers, smoothing the creases which appeared after your hold. He brushed it from your neck and planted a slow kiss there, his movements far too composed for someone who was boiling with desire inside.
âThank you. I couldnât reach it at all and weâre already short on time.â You put your hand on his head, patting it gently and sighing when he touched your waist. He couldnât help but squeeze you there, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft material of your dress. You understood this gesture as teasing and giggled adorably.
âYou look magnificent, my dove.â The compliment slipped through his lips, earning him your sweet smile and a kiss on a cheek. He watched as you passed him to grab your purse, going straight to the front door, leaving him behind. Trusting heâll follow your step, as he always did.
Sylus closed his eyes and touched the very spot on his cheek where your lips had grazed, releasing a sigh that could be interpreted as both contentment and a silent prayer for endurance.
âYou coming, Sy?â He could hear you calling for him, and he opened his eyes. His left one shone brightly at him from his reflection on the window. His Evol proved useless when his body already made it abundantly clear whatâor whomâhe desired the most.
âI fucking wish.â He whispered under his breath, turned around, and walked up to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he reveled in the weight of your body pressing against him. His ears were graced by your little squeal, that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter, a sound he wanted to record and play every time you were away.
You slapped his back playfully and joked about wanting to use your legs once in a while, and he laughed, saying that he just wanted to make sure that he had all he needed with him. Then, he grabbed his coat with his Evol, and used it to slam the door after you both went out. He hoped that the lust he felt, which started to get out of his control, managed to stay behind them.
He waited for so long; how hard could it be to wait for another couple of months?
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Hard.
Tremendously hard, both theoretically and physically, given the reaction of his body upon the contact.
He shifted slightly so that you wouldnât feel his growing bulge against your core, his hands hovered over your thighs, his cheeks flaming hot. He was about to fucking pass out.
But you were none the wiser, sitting on his body, strangling him with your soft, mouth-watering thighs, practically rubbing yourself against him, and performing your little dance of victory after pushing him to the ground during your sparring.
Normally, he would have laughed with you and treasured your moment of happiness, his senses overwhelmed by pride as he watched you get better and better at self-defense with every practice.
But that was just cruel.
Not only did you show up in that little piece of fabric covering your breasts, something you dared to call a sports bra, its thin straps reminiscent of a fish net, offering NO support whatsoever for your charms, but you also dared to wear that pair of leggings you claimed you had bought with your friend during your last trip to the mall.
And they were leaving nothing for his imagination, your every curve hugged tightly, every dip deliciously emphasized. And fuck, you looked gorgeous in wine red. You knew you did.
âI got it in your color! Do you like it?â You asked upon entering his gym, twirling for him like the most adorable fucking thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, your arms up and your hair still untied. He did saw red, and it wasnât just the color of your clothing.
His color. His girl in his color, he was going absolutely feral.
âI do.â He choked out, and tried to avert his eyes from your posture but lost that battle quickly. âYou look stunning. My little gem.â He answered and you dared to look at him sheepishly, your face showing the signs of getting flustered.
âIâm not just a gem anymore. Iâm a professional fighter.â You playfully punched his shoulder, jumping around and mimicking boxing moves, making him laugh out loud as he grabbed your fists in his hands. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around your frame.
âIs that an apology in advance?â You asked him when his lips left your skin. He smirked, his brow raising.
âMight be. Today weâll be practicing attacks and knocking down your opponent.â
âMe? Knocking you down?â You looked at him with disbelief, your hands dropping to your sides, already defeated. âIâm doomed. Sylus, canât I knock down Luke or Kieran instead?â Your cute pout and hands clasped in a begging gesture made him laugh again, as he fixed the bandages on your hands.
âAnd you think they would be easier to conquer?â
âYes. Obviously, yes.â
âBut they wouldnât make sure youâre not going to hurt yourself, kitten, and I already know your patternsâŚâ He leaned over you, his hot breath caressing your ear, making you shiver. His hands avoided touching your body. âAnd weak spotsâŚâ A whisper and a gentle bite on your earlobe were enough to send your adrenaline soaring.
âYouâ!â You jumped from him, like a little kitten, your face flustered and gaze filled with playful threat. âYouâre going down mister. Youâre SO going dooown.â
And down he went.
Right under your soft body, squashed between your warm tights, looking up at your beautiful lips twisted in an adorable, cunning smirk.
Oh, the way he loved you. The way he wanted to have you. The intensity of that feeling started to suffocate him.
âOkay, you got me, sweetie.â He choked out and tried his best to sound as nonchalant as possible. But nothing about this situation was nonchalantâyour soft tights squeezing his waist and your butt pressing on his weak spot almost made him see stars. He grabbed your waist to try to stop your body from moving and gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to not buckle his hips up. âNow, up. I admit defeat.â
Defeat that had to do with the improvement of your skills and the force of your little fists, yes, but also with the way Sylus was distracted by your body, his eyes wandering everywhere during the battle, but not the places he should actually pay attention to.
Apparently, he was a weak, weak man, when the situation concerned you. Weak and impossibly horny.
âHmm, Iâm not sure if I want to.â You answered, a mischievous glint adored your gaze. He drank that expression in.
Beautiful. You were absolutely beautiful, sitting on him, your body sparkling with sweat, face red from the exhaustion. How could he keep his mind from going places? âI think I like you like this.â His eyebrows went up, and cheeks felt a little bit too warm for his liking.
What were you trying to say?
âYes? Like what, kitten?â His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew that you could feel it, one of your hands rested on top of it, stroking his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin through his shirt. He shivered, his body covered in goosebumps, finding the gentle touch too intense, somehow.
âTowering over you.â His breath hitched; his heart almost stopped its beating. âItâs much easier to look at your face when Iâm like this. Itâs nice.â His heart squeezed instead, your confession turning out to be more touching than teasing, and he cursed himself internally for belittling your interactions and intimacy lately. His mind immediately assumed sexual undertones, where everything you were doing with him, at your own, unique pace should be more than enough for him.
âYou like looking at me that much, huh?â He answered, his hand going up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled with content, and he put his hand at the nape of your neck, hoping youâll understand the implications.
You did. Not a second later you lowered your body so that you were lying on top of him, one of his hands holding you to himself by your waist, pressing you even closer together. He acknowledged how much he loved your full weight on his body, your hearts pressed so close to each other they started beating as one.
You put your hands on his cheeks, smiled down at him, and pressed a small kiss to one of his eyelids, and then to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.
âOf course. Youâre my beautiful boy, Sylus.â You whispered to him, a smile adoring your face and he couldnât help himself. He pulled you close by your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, almost whimpering into your mouth from the intensity of his feelings.
You reciprocated the kiss, not hesitating even for a second, and soon, both of your lips were swollen and glistening, your minds filled with sparkles and cotton.
You were the one to break the kiss, your mind going dizzy, body trembling from the arousal. He could feel it without using his Evolâthe desire that raised within you, the fire that now flowed through your veins. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
One moment and youâll go pliant against him, melting into his embrace.
One second, and heâll finally taste heaven, be as close to you as anyone ever has been.
âY/N, will it be alright if Iââ He started speaking, your eyes looking at him from above as you held onto his cheek and neck, caressing his skin with your thumbs, making him feel oh, so cherished. Yet, he didnât manage to finish the request because a sudden crash from the door opening pierced through the silent room, popping your comfortable bubble in an instant.
You jumped out of his embrace, leaving him cold and yearning, his hands sliding over his face in frustration.
âBossââ
âLuke, Kieran it better be fucking important.â Sylus hissed through his teeth, and the fact that he didnât even try to hide his frustration made you huff out a laugh and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You didnât want to laugh at him so openly, hiding how adorable his anger towards boys seemed to you at that moment.
His eyes caught yours, lured by the bubbly sound, and one of the corners of his mouth went up slightly. He raised his hand to your covered mouth and brought your hand down with his fingers, revealing your smile.
âIt is, Boss! The Girm Company chairman called and demanded a meeting in thirty minutes.â Luke said quickly, Kieran peeking out from behind his shoulder. âAnd he didnât want to take ânoâ for an answer.â Kieran added, his body now revealed.
You were not sure if Sylus was even listening, his eyes glued to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your smile absentmindedly. He still didnât raise from the floor of the ring, his posture relaxed, one arm now resting behind his head.
âThat bastard.â He answered under his breath, and closed his eyes in annoyance for a second and when he opened them, they were once again glued to you. âIf you donât want me to leave, just say a word.â He said, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. The back of his hand started a slow caress of your cheek, and you felt embarrassed, knowing that the boys were still looking at you both, waiting for Sylusâs answer.
âItâs okay, Sy. I actually have some errands to run in Linkon so I better get going.â You answered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers. His breath hitched, eyes following the movement with a longing deep in his chest. âBesides, Iâm tired of beating your ass today. Save some dignity for the next time.â You added with a mischievous look, poking his hard chest with your finger teasingly.
The laugh that came out of his chest was suddenâloud, deep, and so sincere that it warmed your chest, your lips spreading in a proud smile. He grabbed your hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips. The mirth in his eyes clearly visible, the affection bare and tangible.
âYou are so generous, sweetie. Letting your pray off the hook so easily.â He couldnât stop smiling even when he was raising to his feet, his hand going to massage his left shoulder. He looked at you and offered you his hand, which you immediately accepted. He helped you stand, his eyes tracing your every move, still unable to look away.
Your body entranced him, your presence lit a fire in his veins. The point where your hands touched warm and almost overwhelming. His desire for more once again proven unquenchable.
âBoys, let him know Iâll be there. It seems that I need to remind him who actually is in the position to make demands.â His voice was now authoritative, followed by the boysâ exclamations of âWill do, boss,â along with two salutes send his way.
And they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
âDonât be too harsh on the chairman. I donât want to get in the way of your business.â He saw you turn to him with a worried expression on your face, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on the spot for much longer than necessary.
âHmm, Iâm afraid thatâs impossible.â He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, looking deep into your eyes. The sadness of you parting ways already blooming inside him. âThey cut our time together short, so Iâm planning on making them pay for that offense generously.â He smirked and watched you shake your head with disbelief, a small smile gracing your lips.
âI already miss you.â He heard you saying and you surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck, then kissing him almost senseless.
He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, which was starting to border on filthy. His hands grabbed your frame, pressing you closer to him, as his body bent toward you.
When you parted, your breaths were hot and heavy, a string of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. He stared at the filthy sight, his heart pounding in his chest, his boxers starting to become a rather tight fit. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away gently, your fingers trailing downward until they grazed his abdomen. He gulped audibly and remained still, watching you walk further and further away. He didnât trust himself to move even an inch, afraid he wouldnât be able to restrain himself anymore.
âBye, Sylus. Iâll let you know when I get home safely.â You told him, walking away backwards now, your eyes not leaving his. âAnd weâll continue what we started next time, okay, Boss?â The last part a whisper from your sweet lips, almost making him drop to his knees right then and there. You waved at him, shyness visible on your cheeks, and then you left him in the middle of the ring, stunned and filled with excruciating desire to finally have you.
Next time.
He groaned, his hands covering his blushing face, his mind already imagining the things heâll do to you, only if you let him. God, he hoped that youâll let him.
He did arrive late to the meeting that day, having to compose himself for much longer than you would have expected. He also made sure the chairman regretted keeping him away from youâyour softness, your scent, an addictive drug he never wanted to be deprived of. The audacity to take that from him deserved nothing less than the highest of punishments.
He couldnât help it; he already missed you.
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Sylus could write poems about his beloved, listing all her remarkable qualities and quirks; however, not once would he describe her as elegant and composed.
You usually were a tornado of various emotions, a temple of the things you cherished, your expressions lively and loud, honest and unrestrained.
You were also a bit clumsyâan occasional stumble, a bump to your limb now and then, or a broken glass wasnât anything that Sylus hadnât see you do before. He often worried about you and your safety, with new bruises appearing on your body from bumping into things or a piece of glass piercing through your delicate skin. Sometimes, he wished he could protect you from yourself too, but all he could do was press a kiss to every small injury you sustained from your hectic movements.
All bumps aside, he utterly adored that quality of yours. Every time he caught you acting awkwardly his chest seemed to shrink on itself, his heart squeezing, cute aggression overcoming his senses. You were just so adorable in those moments, the sight always reminding him of a little fawn, beautiful but uneasy on its feet. His craving to grab you and hold you in his arms, protecting you from the whole world, was strong; the urge to press a kiss to your forehead, then to kiss you senseless, even stronger. You were his little chaos: wonderful in your unexpectedness, extraordinary in every sense of the word.
Needless to say, he was used to your adorable clumsiness. He loved it.
That was probably why his brain stopped working when you proved to be everything but clumsy while playing the games at the local funfair. Your moves sure and precise, your gaze locked onto the targets, your body positioned exactly how it should be in order to gain the reward you wantedâwhether it was a new plushie, a funky gadget or even some snacks.
And he had to say that this new, confident, borderline cocky behavior you were displaying was making him feel some things.
âWait, let me try this time.â You said the first time he couldnât score the prize, the claw mocking him relentlessly, wounding his pride.
You got that plushie in one, excellent attempt.
âLet me get that for you, Sy.â You proposed later, seeing him eyeing a figurine of a crow that reminded him of Mephisto. You were able to get not only that, but also a coupon for a food stall that served the best waffles youâve ever eaten. As for Sylus, the sweetness of the treat paled in comparison to your blinding smile, with whipped cream still staining the corner of your mouth. He swiped it away with his thumb, then licked the digit, sending you a wink in the process.
He took pride in your blush, especially when making each other red that day started to feel like a competition between you two, whether you were aware of it or not.
âYou want this one? Say no more, handsome.â Your words almost making him choke, your hands already grabbing the controls, your body bending over the machine, offering him a wonderful view of your ass. The tips of his ears immediately started to feel as if caught on fire. Even though he knew that you were teasing him, the pet name sounding foreign from your lips, he liked the feeling of you taking the initiative.
He also couldnât stop his eyes from wandering, your body presented to him in a way that felt illegal to watch. He swiped his gaze up from the nape of your neck to your shoulders, taking note of your delicious-looking waist, perky butt, and thighs, which seemed lonely without his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
The cheerful sound of the machine made him snap back into reality, just as you were looking over your shoulder, sending him the sexiest, oh so sexy, proud smirk he ever saw in his life. He smirked right back, even though his legs felt disturbingly like jelly.
âIâm starting to think you enjoy this.â He remarked, grabbing the prize from your hands once again, the rest of your treasures already sitting comfortably in the back of his car. You send him a mischievous smile and fixed your hair, your fingers threading through the strands, the smell of your perfume reaching him once again during that night.
He wanted to devour you.
âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â One of your hands grabbed his bicep, holding on to him as you started your lazy stroll in search of yet another entertainment. âYou always get me things. And since I know now that you suck at these games, I have a perfect opportunity to return the favor.â He laughed at that, his hand moving to flick your forehead.
âI donât suck at these games, all of them are tempered with, sweetie. I actually find it astonishing that you are so good at them.â His reply kind of soothing his wounded pride, his mind once again remembering your movements from before. The way you moved with confidence and grace, the little smirks and winks you send his way. His blood started to boil several stalls ago, and it hasnât calmed since. âMakes one wonder about the extent of your abilities.â
The new, cocky, and self-confident side of you aroused him almost to the point of him grabbing you by the waist and taking you to his car, taking advantage of his tined widows.
âIt all comes down to having a good strategy, as someone once taught me.â You said, repeating the words Sylus is always saying to you during your training, a mirth lacing your tone. How he adored you.
âWise counseling you have here, kitten. You must have a fantastic teacher, if his lessons are proving to be useful anywhere you go.â The smile not leaving your face making him never want to look away.
âOh, yes, he is. And an eye-candy too.â You touched his nose with the tip of your finger teasingly while he laughed. He stopped walking and turned to you fully, his arms closing around your waist, bringing you to him, close enough for your bodies to touch. The height difference always made him dizzy, with your head fully tilted upward in order to catch his gaze.
âMm. Maybe thatâs a quality he learned from you.â His tone quiet, one of his hands going to touch your cheek, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You appeared stunned. âI cannot think of someone sweeter than you. If heâs a candy, youâre one delectable dessert.â He whispered, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, their reddish tone reminding him of a little cherry. He was fighting with himself not to put his hands on your ass, and squeeze the flesh that you kept pushing his way from the very beginning of your date, or not to place a kiss on your smart little mouth, which kept sending him these playful smirks all day long. He knew that if he started here, he would not be able to stop. No one would be capable of separating him from you, public place be damned.
His desire boiling inside him, threatening to melt his vessels and pour from his body, enveloping you in a tight, pleasurable embrace. He felt feverish, your body pressed to his giving him all the warmth he ever needed, molding his thoughts to fit only your frame.
You were perfect in his eyes. Your body, the perfect shape for him to hold, your face the only one he wanted to remember. And the way he felt when he was with youâso immensely happy, so carefree, so rightâwas a feeling he had never even dreamed about having. Your banter, little jokes and witty comments made him so at ease he never wanted to stop talking to you, afraid of depriving himself of even a second of the comfort you brought him: the knowledge that he could speak his mind freely, for you understood him beyond the limitations of language. By your side, he could be himself, the thoughts in his head quiet, giving way to expressing himself in any way he wanted. His little taste of heaven: the time you spent together.
He loved you. So intensely it used to scare him, but now he was offering himself willingly, no longer afraid of rejection. Even though you both still didnât acknowledge it out loud, the feeling lingered in the air between you â a delectable sweetness, a comforting fragrance.
He wanted you. Body and soul. Soul and body. He liked to think he already had your soul in grasp, your actions and openness served as a perfect proof of that, yet your body was still his to claim. And the fact that there was still a part of you he didnât manage to possess, to thoroughly acknowledge, frustrated him inconceivably.
Especially because you had that strong of an effect on him. Everything you did capable of driving him perfectly insane. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your little finger, without being aware how completely obsessed he was with you.
âIs that so?â His gaze went from your hypnotizing eyes back to your lips, drinking in every single whisper. You stood on your tiptoes, the sight making his hands squeeze your waist tighter, his breath quickening, mind trying to process closer distance. âIf he keeps sweet-talking me like this, then I guess he will finally get to taste it.â You grabbed his chin and tilted it down, pressing a soft, drawn-out kiss to his lips. His eyes closed immediately, desperate to heighten his senses. He wanted this kiss to last, both in the moment and later in his memory.
And just as he was about to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you closer, hiding your body from everyone else just to steal a few more kisses, you stepped back, the quiet sound of a smooch echoing between you. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, restraining himself from chasing after your lips.
âCâmon now. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve that I need to show you.â You gripped his hand tighter and started to walk toward one of the booths. You sent him a smile over your shoulder, making his efforts to calm his racing heart futile. âAnd then maybe we can grab some cotton candy? All this talk about sweets made me crave some.â
âAnything for you, sweetie.â He answered absentmindedly, your taste still lingering on his lips. How were you always able to move on from the kisses so quickly? It would be the only thing he could think about in the next minutes.
âAnd what do you want?â
âHmm?â The question shocked him, his eyebrows going up, his eyes intently observing your face.
âDo you have something youâd like to do while weâre here? I keep dragging you stall to stall ever since we came here.â You said while turning to fully face him, grabbing both of his hands. âI want you to have fun too.â
âI always have fun when Iâm with you.â His response honest, his thumb caressing your knuckles. âYou make life so interesting. And today you already managed to surprise me, so I would say that was more than enough entertainment for me in a day.â You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips, and looked at him with patience.
âBut the dayâs not over yet. Isnât there anything youâd like to do? Look around.â
He lifted his head from your frame and began taking in the booths and various food stalls that had previously escaped his attention. He hummed, and he could feel you shifting on your feet, unable to contain your excitement.
Thatâs when he caught something interesting out of the corner of his eyeâa couple emerging from a small booth, huge smiles plastered on their faces as they held small pieces of paper. A spark of excitement ignited inside him upon realizing what it was.
âThere. I want to have a memento.â He said, his finger pointing to that innocent-looking booth. Almost impossible to spot in the abundance of lights and sounds coming from other attractions.
âOkay! I think I already won you a mountain of mementos but ifâAh!â Your eyes lit up when you realized what he was pointing to, your lips spreading in a cheerful smile. âA photo booth! Sylus, thatâs wonderful!â
It wasnât long before you were both inside the booth, the space cramped, almost too small for him to fit. He sat on the small stool, taking up nearly all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on one of his legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck for stability, yet there wasnât a hint of discomfort on your face.
He loved how natural it was for you to be this close to him, the proximity no longer making you nervous. He still remembered how you were at the beginning of your acquaintance, when even an eye contact was enough to make you shy away. Now, touching him was as easy as breathing, your body relaxed and pliant under his wandering hands.
While you were clicking playfully on the screen, setting up the machine, he took his time observing youâmainly how your body looked next to his, which made him short-circuit, reminding him why he was still waiting for you to make the first move in initiating sexual intimacy. The reason he didnât want to rush things, nervousness buried deep inside his chest.
You were sitting on his leg, your whole body weighting next to nothing, his one limb nearly twice as big as both of yours. Your soft flesh pressed to him didnât even take up half of the place available on his leg, and when he put one of his hands on your back, the huge patch of your skin he was able to cover made him gulp audibly.
You were so tiny, next to him.
He was a huge man, and he knew that. Not just his height, but his overall build made even other men look small in comparison. While he usually considered it one of his greatest assets, a fantastic tool for intimidation, in this particular case, it planted a seed of worry in him.
It took some time for you not to shy away from his touch, not to flinch every time he leaned to you, his body covering whole line of your vision. And it took him even more time to learn how he should touch you and hold you, not to put too much force behind his caresses, not to make you bruise. And although the gentleness run in his bloodstream by now, he was still worried about the actual sex.
What if he scares you? His body completely covered your delicious curves without issue.
What if he overwhelms you? His stamina and eagerness matched his overall size.
What if he hurts you? The thought of your body unable to accommodate to his size made his blood run cold.
He looked at your body again, and he had to hold in a sigh. He loved your curves, the unbelievable softness of your skin, how warm you were. He felt his hunger increasing every day, every minute, every second he spent in your presence.
Yet he had to wait patiently, not wanting to scare you. He also knew that you were starting to get bolder with him day by day. He liked to think that it was just a matter of time until you will initiate something more, cover him with your soft embrace, let him melt in your warmth.
Because at the end of the day, his observations of your size difference not only filled his mind with fear, but also made his body tingle in all the right places. The arousal he felt knowing that he could manhandle you without any issue, cover your whole body entirely with his, shield you from the world and its coldnessâall consuming. The only thing he could think about.
You were tiny in his embrace.
But he could make it work. He will make it work so good.
How could he hurt you when he was so certain that you were made to be his? Two halves of a perfect soul.
His hand slid down to hug your waist and he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. It made you giggle, you thought that it was his way of showing impatience. And it was, in a way. Just not the kind of impatience you assumed it was.
âAll set! I had some fun with the stickers, do you want to choose your own?â He looked at the screen and opened his mouth to deny, but one sticker did actually catch his attention. He clicked on the small dove and placed it in the bottom of the template, next to the various hearts you already decorated it with.
âThatâs you. The resemblance is almost striking.â He said making you laugh and you picked a sticker of some kind of a black bird.
âAnd thatâs you. They unfortunately donât have a crow one so this little fella has to work.â You placed the sticker close to the dove one, satisfied with your work.
âI get the vision. When Iâm squinting my eyes, I guess.â
You had four pictures taken, all accompanied by laughter and endless teasing. One where you kissed his cheek, one hand holding his jaw, his eyes closed and features relaxed. One where he pretended to bite your neck, your face caught in laughter. One where he rolled his eyes, reacting to your lame joke of getting rabies from his bite, as you placed your pointed fingers above his head, adoring him with imaginary horns, your mouth open in fake shock. And the last one, where you grabbed his face and kissed him, his gentle smile pressed against your mouth, a picture of joy that couldnât be restrained.
âI might have gone kind of overboard with the stickers.â You said when you got your two copies of the pictures, four perfect rectangles inside a scarlet border, adorned with hearts, flowers and stars. Two adorable birds were at the very bottom of it, just below the date. Sylus looked at the pictures, and his heart seemed to grow bigger, the wave of emotions making him unable to utter even a simple word. âBut I think theyâre cute regardless! Itâs so nice to finally have a picture of us printed out. Iâm definitely going to frame mine.â You said and took out your phone to take a picture of it.
His thumb gently caressed the piece of paper, words still stuck in his throat.
It was the very first picture of you two together, and when he looked at it, he couldnât help but get emotional, knowing that he never expected to have someone like you in his life. Someone to cherish, to protect, to hold. Someone who reciprocated his feelings, someone who will never leave him, even if doomsday falls upon Linkon, even if the world crumbles.
âAre you okay, Sy? Youâve gone nonverbal again.â He felt your hand on his wrist, offering him a gentle squeeze. He finally looked at you, going out of the trace he was in, and saw your beautiful face laced with concern. He felt your hand going up and down his arm, caressing him in order to bring comfort.
âDid I?â He managed to choke out and hugged you to his chest, craving the closeness, not wanting you to see his slightly glistening eyes. He feared that the darkness of the night would not be enough to cover them, the lights from the fun fair only exaggerating his sudden surge of emotions. âTheyâre perfect. Thank you.â You hugged his torso tightly, your arms going up and down his back. You knew him well enough to realize he got emotional, but you were smart enough to let him savor his feelings in peace. If he was not comfortable showing you his tears, you had to understand itâthe knowledge of how much it meant to him already warming your heart.
âAnything for you, Sylus.â You repeated the same thing he said to you earlier, and he picked you up, still hugging you to himself, his face finding coverage in the crook of your neck.
âSly little thing.â He whispered and pressed a kiss there, drinking in the sound of your laugh and melting under the touch of your fingers, which stroked his hair affectionately.
Oh, how he couldnât wait to finally be yours completely.
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Mesmerizing.
You, dancing in his room at two p.m to the new vinyl he bought, your hair down, arms up. Your eyes were closed and there was a small, relaxed smile playing on your lips, that seemed to grow bigger with each sway of your hips. You decided to wear the nightgown he got you some time ago, white lace caressing your body with a gentle flow of the shiny fabric.
He couldnât breathe. All air sucked out of his lungs the moment he turned around and saw you swaying to the music he picked out. A surge of want so intense came over him that he was afraid to move even an inchâhis body on fire, his mind filled with the visions of you, thoughts of you, and what you could be reduced to, enriched with under the touch of his hands.
If only he wasnât a coward.
âWill you join me?â you said over your shoulder, opening your eyes slightly, and you mustâve seen something unusual in his eyes, because your movements slowed down and a furrow appeared between your brows. He wanted to kiss it off instantly. âSy?â
You were so precious and delicate, a perfect opposite of his harsh exterior and even more barbaric interior. He waited so long, restrained himself for so much time, waiting for you to move firstânow, standing before you, the thought that you wanted him this way too pierced a hole in his heart and filled it with fear.
âForgive me. I cannot.â he answered, his voice coming out with a slight growl, that he couldnât contain anymore. He inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth, hoping that he was at least successful in not making his eye glow, his Evol suddenly unstable. He didnât want to know your desires, not when they were visible so clearly on your face nowâopenness and anticipation, ever since you went back from your date.
He hoped that shower would be able to calm you down, even though the warm and steady stream of the water didnât manage to help him this time around.
He was losing his composure and he was losing it fast. Weeks of this insatiable hunger, unrelenting need and dripping tension did that to him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle ever since he laid his eyes on you today, looking so cozy in your oversized sweater, filling the air around him with your intoxicating scent.
He was ready to devour you months ago, the buildup straining his muscles now, making him restless. He was a gonerâone wrong move and his previous patience and willingness for you to take the lead reducing to vapor.
âWhy? We always dance together to your vinyls, especially the new ones.â Your movements faltered to a stop, your magnificent face turned to him, with an expression so honest it made his heart clench painfully.
He thought of all the times you danced under the moonlight, soft notes of his favorite music floating through the air, your bodies moving to the rhythm, sometimes gracefully, some other times not so much. The feelings overwhelmed him even more drastically, his eyes closing for a moment.
It was enough time for you to close the distance, and soon he felt your cold hand pressing against his cheek, swiping the flesh with your thumb. He squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, the touch making his soul burn. You took his head in both of your hands, lowering it to face you.
âSylus, talk to me.â you said, tone worried. He could feel you standing on your tiptoes, wanting to bring your face closer to his. His body almost shaking with the need to hold you. âYouâre acting very unusual today. Is something wrong?â He exhaled the air he didnât know he was holding and opened his eyes. Your face was so close that he could see the shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, warm and inviting.
âI canât touch you now,â he managed to utter, his hands at his sides, struck in cruel stillness. He locked his eyes with yours, filled with worry and a comforting gentleness. You were always so gentle with him; it made him go insane. âBecause if I do, I wonât be able to hold back anymore.â
He saw the realization in the shift of your features as you fully grasped the meaning of his words. To his surprise, you took one of his hands in yours, and placed it on your cleavage, right over your beating heart, the rhythm beneath his palm fast but steady.
âThen donât. Why would you even want to hold back with me?â You answered, slightly breathless, a pleasurable tingling already setting deeply in your abdomen. You looked at his face, the redness of his cheeks nearly matching the color of his eyes, the look he gave you so desperate it turned your legs to cotton.
The sudden burst of happiness in your chest almost made you tremble, you had waited so long for him to finally claim you as his, and it seemed he had finally reached his limit.
âI donâtââ He stumbled upon his words; a reaction so different from his usual self-confident demeanor it made you crave to uncover more versions of him. All versions of him, every single one he was willing to show you. âI canât help but fear that I will hurt you. You are so soft, so breakable, it makes me nervous. Arenât you scared of me? OfâOf what I could do, to you?â The confession slipping out of him, and he grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other coming to rest on your back. He slowly brought you to him, pressing your bodies together. He heard your breath falter, and drank that sound in. Then donât â you had no idea what a hurricane you managed to stir inside him with just two simple words.
âSy. My sweet, caring gentleman.â He heard your answer, and felt your fingers caressing his under eyes gently, your eyes never leaving his. One of your fingers touched the wrinkle between his brows, smoothing the furrowed surface. âYou could never hurt me, even if you wanted to. Youâre so fixated on the knowledge what you can do, that youâre forgetting that youâve never even touched me hard enough to leave a bruise. No matter how much I wanted you to, sometimes.â
âYouââ
âIâm not scared of you, Sylus. I could never, and I will never be scared of you. Youâre the one with whom I feel the safest.â His hands started trembling, his patience thinning with every beautiful word from your lips. You were telling him things he didnât even know how desperately he wanted to hear. âAnd I want you. I want to finally feel you, all your roughness and sharp edges. I want all of it.â The sound of your breathing mingled with the soft tunes of the vinyl. The air thick with want.
Any second now, he could feel it in the shiver down his spine.
âAnd I want it now.â
Snap.
His resolve shattered as he pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep and desperate it left your legs trembling. He kissed you with raw intensity, his tongue exploring your mouth, drinking in every sound you made as his hands roamed your body, claiming every inch he could reach.
You felt him everywhere. Your thighs, hips, waist, your neck, hair and breastsâhe seemed to touch everything he was depriving himself of before. His hands huge, and although slightly rushed and trembling, still surprisingly gentle.
He lifted you up, your legs straining his waist and he laid you down on his bed, not breaking the kiss for even a second, your breath his breath, your lips water to quench his thirst.
His head was spinning, and when he finally opened his eyes the sight before him alone made him lose his mind.
You were sprawled under him, your hair a wild mess, your lips swollen from the abundance of his kisses. Your eyes glistened, the look in them so full of trust and love, love so visible it nearly broke him in half.
âYouâre exquisite. Irresistible. Ethereal.â The praises slipped out of his tongue before he could stop them. The last bit of control fleeting with the touch of your impatient fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of him in a matter of seconds. He couldnât even find it in himself to tease you for your impatience, not when his brain already turned into mush after touching your bare skin. âYou look as if youâre coated in frosting. My sweet girl, my most delectable little sin.â His eyes focused on your white dress; his hands not brave enough to let it slip off of you yet. He already feared the man he would become upon seeing you fully bared before him.
âSylusââ
âItâs unholy. How much I want you.â His lips traced a path from beneath your ear down to your neck, finding their place on your collarbones. âHow much I need you. The greed unexplainable, insatiable no matter how close I get to you. Itâs not enough. It will never be enough.â His eyes met yours in a silent question and you nodded quickly in permission, gulping audibly, your eyes drooping. He let his hands travel up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, swiping through your hips, his palms tracing the lace of your panties, making the hair on his body raise. He then swiped through your waist and finally, finally his hands rested on your breasts, where you wanted them from the very beginning.
His breath hitched as he looked down your body, noticing how his touch had already lifted the fabric of your dress, baring your legs and stomach. His body shielded you from the chill in the air.
He squeezed your breasts gently, fondling them in his hands, a low groan escaping his lipsâthe same ones which couldnât resist kissing your belly, anywhere he could reach, not even thinking about stopping his sensual kneading. It baffled him, how soft you were, how pliant under his touch. His hands, although taking so much of the space on your body didnât seem to make you nervous at allâevery single one of his touches you accepted with soft sights, low whines and a bitten lip. You trusted him, and he was drunk on that trust, wanted more, needed to see how far it could take him.
It quickly appeared that there was no limit to the things he could do to you, your whispers not only appreciative, but also encouraging. The uncontrollable thrusts of his hips against the duvet bordered on painful, the knowledge that he would have you in mere minutes making him unbearably hard. But he accepted the friction, your comfort mattered to him the most, and he wanted to take care of you properly.
âSylus. Sylus, more, please.â He heard your silent plea, and caught your eyes in his, and thatâs when he decided it was a time for you to drop the dress. He helped you out of it then licked the goosebumps forming between your breasts, each tiny dot on your skin making him awfully aware that this was it. Your beautiful form, completely bare, just for him to see, to worship.
âMy little gem.â He breathed out, his eyes drinking in your body, committing to his memory every dip and curve. âMy treasure.â He nearly growled, his mouth attached to your breast, licking and sucking on your nipple, moaning in the process. He wanted to devour you whole, to not leave a patch of skin untouched by his mouth. He thrived in the way you took hold of his head, your hands messing up his hair, caressing it when his tongue worshipped your breasts and nipples, drowning in their softness. He found his safe place.
âOh God IâI feel like Iâm floating, please donât stop.â He heard you breathe out, your chest heaving, your legs closing in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside you. âYouâre so good. So, so, so good, Sy.â He released one of your nipples with a pop, and stored the visual of your skin glistening with his saliva for later. He basked in your praise and pushed himself down, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.
âYes? You want it, kitten? Say you do. Please. I need you to say it.â His voice groggy, laced with yearning so tangible it made your body shiver.
âYes. Yes, I do. Please, Sy. I waited so long for you.â Your words made his head spin, a smile spreading on his lips not flirtatious at all, just pure joy and contentment. He kissed your stomach and his hands once again swiped through your whole body. He raised on his forearms and caged your head between his arms, and then pressed a long, deep kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into another wave of heavy kisses. He wasnât hungry anymore.
He was ravenous.
âI need to prepare you first, sweetie.â He said to your mouth, his words immediately swallowed by your perfect lips. You whimpered and his grip on your arm tightened involuntarily, his hand playing with your hair. âI need to take my time with you, otherwise I wonât be able to fit. Youâre so tiny it scares me.â You nodded into the kiss and he smiled at you gently, and after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he went down.
And when he finally widened your legs, his mouth was on you instantly, making you moan, your legs clasping on his head reflexively. He grunted into your core, licking and sucking skillfully, guided entirely by pure need and his own instincts.
âYou taste so sweet.â It wasnât long before your legs were trembling and his fingers joined his mouth in an attempt to open you up a little more, to prepare you for whatâs to come. âYouâre dripping because of me.â He chuckled softly but deeply, chest filled with pride, and he licked your core once again, sucking at the sensitive bud. What he didnât expect was when he managed to fit one finger inside you, angling it upwards, your back suddenly raised from the bed, hands reaching to his chest, delicately pushing him away. A drowned-out cry escaped your lips, the wetness between your tights increased, your plushy walls fluttered around his finger.
He made you come, and he instantly got addicted to it.
âYes. Yes. Just like that, beautifulâFuck.â With a swear word on his lips he wasted no time in slurping up your spent, his fingers from one, going up to two, then three. And when the only thing he could hear were your moans and whimpers, the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, the slide of his fingers smooth and slickâhe realized that you were ready for him.
He slowly withdrew from your pussy, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit. As his fingers slipped out of you, he finally let himself to catch more than a glimpse of your face.
And it shattered him, how utterly ruined you looked. All flushed and heaving, skin glistening with sweat, eyes shining, filled with unshed tears.
He did that to you, and he couldnât be more proud of himself. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, then he pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your whole body. Your head dropped on his bicep; your breath labored.
âYou okay, kitten?â He asked gently, ignoring his painful erection, still stranded in the stiff fabric of his pants. His head pressed to your neck, and he inhaled the scent, licking off the droplets of sweat in the process. He couldnât get enough.
âYes. More than okay.â You answered, and he felt your hand wandering, trying to unbuckle his belt. His chest squeezed. âNeed you now. Please, SylusâŚâ
âYou donât have to beg. Iâll gladly give you my everything. All of me.â His hands left your body for a moment, swiftly taking off his pants, his mouth now kissing your cheeks and nose.
âI want to taste you, too.â You whispered to him shyly, and he grunted, closing his eyes, begging every deity to give him more patience. How he would love for your little mouth to envelop him, but he knew that the sight alone would be enough to make him undone.
âNext time, okay, sweetie? I cannot wait to be inside you.â You giggled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his nose, stroking his hair gently.
He shivered and hissed when he took off his underwear, letting himself out in the open. He was so hard it hurt, his hand going up and down his erection in an attempt to reduce the tension, even though he knew that the only one who could truly satisfy him was you.
âOh my god.â He heard your gasp, and noticed that you were looking at him, his body fully exposed, his cock heavy in his hand. âSylusâ Sy, it wonât fit. Thereâs no way thatââ He silenced you with a kiss, and swiped his hand through your core, gathering the slick and spreading it on his member. The smooth glide felt so good he lost himself in the feeling for a second, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your gasps.
âShhh, I made sure to prepare you as well as I could. And I wonât hurt you, you said so yourself.â He said the last sentence into your lips, once again pressing a long kiss there. Then he kissed your cheek, and breathed hard against your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him, and the other stroked his cock, guiding it to your entrance. When the tip touched you, he gritted his teeth and you gasped, the first contact electric. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing nervously with the hair at his nape.
He breathed heavily; the tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your entrance. âYou can take it; you were made for me. I will make it fit.â He let go of your waist and grabbed one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and smiling gently at you, the anticipation making his body shake. âJust relax for me, will you? Can you do that, kitten?â You nodded and exhaled slowly, some tension getting out of your body. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his.
âClose your eyes. I want you to feel me.â
âNo. I need to see you, Sy. Donât make me look away.â He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours in a silent acceptance. He never wanted to take his eyes away from you too, your desires matching perfectly.
You were his soulmate, after all.
He pressed his erection to your opening and started to slip in, gently, unhurriedly, despite the desire to take you in one thrust of his hips. You opened your mouth in a painful moan, squeezing his hand, panic visible in your eyes. He hated that he was bringing you pain, but knew that it was inevitable, he saw how wide he was stretching you out. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Easy. Youâre doing so goodâŚâ He breathed out, his hand leaving his cock to hold your hip, the other going up and down your body in a comforting caress. âTaking me so well...â His voice hoarse, sweat dripping from his forehead from the strain of keeping himself under control. He managed to put the tip in, your pussy squeezing him, your heat making him shiver, the sensation the most pleasurable he ever felt. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down.
âIt hurts, it reallyâit really hurts.â You whispered and he grunted, feeling you squeeze him harder, his length sliding into you deeper. He opened his eyes and lowered his body to get closer to your face, and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.
âI know, love. If you want to me stopââ He couldnât recognize his voice anymore.
âNo. Never. Please.â You kissed his brow, and send him a small smile. âIâI can take it. I was made for you, yeah?â
He huffed out a laugh, a whimper finding a way out at the same time.
âYou were. Mmhm. Good.â He slipped in further, his mouth opening wider. âGood girl. Just a little more.â And before he managed to stop the shivering of his body, he burrowed himself in your tight heat almost to the brim. You were not able to take all of him in yet, but it was nearly a perfect fit, the sight of you wrapped around him made him see red, a low moan slipping out of him, your whimpers the most magnificent tune he ever heard.
âIâm going to move now.â He said and you moaned, your head nodding frantically.
He started thrusting inside you, and he felt as if fireworks exploded inside him, the desire burning brightly, need finally calming down, his mind completely at ease. Your moans, whimpers, cute little âah,ah,ahâsâ making his whole body shiver, a smile finding its way onto his swollen lips. You felt so good below him, your warmth enveloping him fully, and he started to question if he truly was worthy of such a blessing.
He didnât care anymore. He had you, you wanted him and that was all that mattered now.
âYouâre so. fucking. tight. God.â He started moving faster to the accompaniment of your small encouragements, his hand holding onto yours. And when your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to you, he was gone.
He grabbed your waist and lifted up your butt, the pace and force of his thrusts intensifying, his grunts leaving his mouth freely, silent praises slipping from his lips every now and then. He couldnât stop now. Didnât want to stop.
âI wantâI want to stay inside you forever. I feelâAhâMmâlike Iâm melting.â He moaned and you felt his mouth on your body, kissing every patch of skin he was able to reach. You kept breathing out soft, quiet moans, tears filling your vision. âSo cute.â
You felt so good, the stretch now pleasurable, your body accepting him fully, every thrust welcome, each one anticipated.
And he could see that so clearly on your face, his mind calming, knowing that he was able to bring you pleasure. It made him feel better too, your lovely expressions making his blood pump faster, his hips thrust deeper, just to see and hear more tokens of your delight. He was addicted to you and your reactions, to the way you sang his name, the way your skin tasted and eyes glistened every time he managed to catch eye contact.
Time quickly went by when you were losing yourselves in each other. The positions changed constantly, Sylus looking for and finding new ways to tip you over the edge, making sure you were completely satisfied. You encouraged him to leave some marks on you, and you made sure to repay the sentiment, scratching his back with your nails, and pressing hickies on his chestâhe already wished for the marks to stay there forever, and you assured him that youâll stay instead, making him jump on you once again, burying his head in your shoulder.
âSay my name, kitten. KeepâKeep saying my name.â He grunted, his hips unrelenting, your bodies soaked, your own so tired that he had to hold it in his arm for you to not slip off the bed. He kept thrusting inside you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, his movements deep and sensual, pleasure overwhelming. You granted his wish, your voice hoarse and quiet.
You were going at it for hours now, yet he still hasnât come.
Not because he couldnât, but because every time he was close, he was slipping out of you, his eyes squeezing shut, a hand gripping himself at the base.
He didnât want the night to end, refused to let you go, savored the feeling of being buried deep inside you, not knowing where you ended and he began.
âSyâMmmâSylusâAh.â The words failed you, your mind filled only with pleasure and thoughts of him. You were so tired and yet he made you feel so good you wanted to stay in his arms forever. âTheâAhâThe sun is rising.â
He nuzzled into your cheek, his thrusts slowing down, quiet grunts leaving his lips. He sounded wrecked.
âI know, love. You look so wonderful in this light.â He kissed your cheek and glued himself off of you, leaving your body cold and shivering. In the next second, he manhandled you onto your back again, facing him. Your hands immediately flew to cover your face, fearing how completely ruined you must have looked after so much time making love and so many orgasms ripped out of you.
âNoâMmhâDonât hide yourself from me.â He grunted, and took your hands in his gently, revealing the beautiful mess he managed to make of you. Your face covered in tears, cheeks flushed and lips so swollen it only made him want to kiss them some more. So he did. âNever hide yourself from me, dove. Hold me.â He kissed the palms of your hands and put them on his neck, your arms going to hold him closer. He huffed out a weak laugh, his thrusts not stopping even for a second. You felt his huge hands caressing your thighs and you moaned softly. âGod, Iâm sorry, kitten, I just canât stopâIââ
âItâs okay, SâSylus. AhâI wonât run away.â You pulled his head closer and kissed his lips softly. His hands encircled your waist, drawing your body closer to him, the hair on his forehead brushing against your chest. Your eyes met his and he seemed to calm slightly, your gaze soothing the flame inside him.
âI love you. Iââ You suddenly confessed, a single tear slipping down your cheek. His breath faltered, ruby eyes widening, your words shaking his world completely. âI love you, Sylus. So much. I love you so intensely it scares me, IâAhââ A moan was ripped from you when he suddenly picked up the pace, the sweat from his forehead landing between your breasts. Another happy tear slipped from your eye, and if you had enough energy to keep your eyes open, youâd see that he was teary-eyed too. His hands grabbed your head, turning it up so he could look straight into your eyesâhis own burning with desire and unspoken devotion. He needed to hear you say the words once more, but before he could start pleading for it, you managed to read his mind.
âI love you, Sylus.â
And those words were what finally made him shatter.
He came, so violently he nearly blacked out, his whole body trembling, and movements faltering, his cock buried inside you the deepest he could go. He released grunt after grunt, his arms holding you tight to him, your soft sighs only seemed to prolong his fall. He nuzzled his face up against your neck, then cheek, his lips touching your skin, unable to press more kisses due to the uncontrollable moans coming out of his mouth.
âF-Fuckââ He managed to choke out and you tried to calm your heavy breathing, focused on his cum filling you up, so much that you could already feel it spilling out. You whined and brought your hands to his waist, holding him close, and you came one last time too, your pussy squeezing him even tighter, ripping a short cry out of him. Goosebumps spread around your body from the pleasure and you went pliant in his arms, letting your sore muscles finally rest against the soft sheets.
Sylus relaxed a few moments later, his sweaty body collapsing on top of you, mindful not to put his full weight on you. His hot, heavy breath still warmed your neck, your hearts beating rapidly against each other, showing no signs of calming anytime soon. He managed to turn onto his side, his arms still wrapped around you, taking your body with him.
You were held in a wet, yet warm embrace, his arms protecting you from the cold morning air, your bodies still connected. The silence that ascended upon you comfortable and desired after so much time of intense workoutâboth throats roughed up and in need of hydration.
âSylus, Iââ You started saying, your voice a rough whisper, your head raising to meet his gaze, surprised that his crimson eyes were already studying you. He put one of his hands on the back of your head, his fingers playing with your hair ever so gently.
His gaze so intense you started to turn your head away, but he gently brought it back to him. He didnât have to open his mouth for you to understand what he was feelingâthe emotion in his eyes unmistakable.
âI love you, too.â He breathed out, his hand going up to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. His hand was cold and served as a delightful compress for your burning face. âI love you more than any words could ever express.â
He reminded you of a statue under this warm, morning light, his body perfectly sculpted. The only source of color were his cheeks, blaring red, nearly matching the color of his sparkling eyes. His wet hair still bearing the paths carved by your fingers, his lips kissed and twitching, fighting off a smile, which threatened to form when he realized how intensely you were observing him.
âMy home is your home, my heart is your heart. Every breath Iâve been taking ever since I met you had already been yours â the day you tell me to cease, I will gladly do so.â He continued, his breath slowly calming down, one of your hands going to stroke his chest.
âI will never tell you to cease, you little dramatic fool.â You answered playfully, blinking away your tears, your hand going to rest on his warm cheek, his face immediately nuzzling into your palm. âIf anything, I would curse you to live forever. Soundly and happily, by my side.â A soft laugh came out of his lips; a start of a smile that overtook his entire face, lightening up his features, showing off his small sharp canines.
âBy your side...â He repeated, his voice possessing a dream-like quality, a smirk still visible. He swiped his hand over your body: from your shoulder, through your waist, down to your hip, and then back up. His touch soothing as always. âA curse has never sounded so sweet, my little dove.â He closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. The happiness spread through his body so intensely, that he thought he was going to burst.
Live forever, by your side. There was no other place in the entire universe where he would rather be.
He felt you squirming, a crease appearing between your brows, your hand squeezing his bicep. He hissed, feeling you squeeze him down there too, his cock still buried deep inside you, your plush walls a place he never wanted to leave. However, he knew that after so much time and so many orgasms you needed a break, your body sensitive and in need of extensive pampering. Good thing he adored spoiling you with affection.
âIâm going to pull out now, okay sweetheart?â You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips. You were just too adorable. âAnd then Iâll put you in a warm bath, order your favorite meal and change the sheets. Any objections?â
âNone at all.â He switched your position so that he was once again on top of you, and he gently pulled out, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of the comfortable fit. You whimpered when his cum started flowing out of you freely, and he couldnât look away, the sight making the desire in him burn once more. He stopped himself before he started showing the cum back inside you. âWill you join me in the bath too?â He looked at your face, covered in the warm sunlight, the sight making him breathless.
âI would love to, if thatâs what you want.â He hugged you to himself one more time, his body covering yours completely, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. He grazed the delicate skin with his teeth, then pressed his lips to your pulse, his tongue picking out to lick at your salty skin. âI love you.â He whispered into your neck, basking in the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his lips. âI love you, Y/N. Thank you for showing me what love feels like. Thank you for accepting me.â His breath started going out labored, the intensity of the emotion too big for his body.
âThank you, for letting me love you. You are the best thing that happened to me, Sylus. I hope you know that.â Your kiss to his temple and your hands caressing his back felt like a blessing, your bodies connected in a soul-crushing hug his own private oasis. Never in his life had he experienced such a moment of total tranquility; only you were capable of bringing him peace.
He never wanted to let you go, and he didnât have to. No other thought filled him with so much joy. You were his, just as much as he was yours. An ideal exchange of souls.
âI do.â He breathed out, and looked into your loving eyes once again. You smiled at him, and he felt his breath being punched out of him, his ruby eyes fluttering. He shook his head and reciprocated the smile, which quickly turned into a full laugh, your bodies shaking, hearts beating in unison. âI truly do.â
Your lips found his in a kiss that tasted like a promiseâof a hand to hold, body to warm up to, and a heart that beat for one another. In every life, every universe, and in every space and timeânow, and forevermore.
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âSo, which one finally did it?â You asked him nonchalantly, when you were both freshly washed up, lying on the new, pleasurably chilly sheets, basking in the afternoon sunlight. Too exhausted to raise, too happy to fall asleep after the whole night of making love.
His head on your chest stirred slightly, a confusion slowly overtaking his features.
âHmm?â He opened his eyes, but he didnât find it in himself to raise. His arms holding your body close to his, tightening their hold, a signal he hoped would make you continue the caress of his back with your fingers.
Your skin bared a fragrance of his soap and his skin, and he felt drunk ever since he noticed it.
âThe workout outfit a size too small? Or those jeans at the funfair?â You continued, and his mind started to connect the dots. His eyes widened. âI knew that I would be sticking my ass out a lot that day so I made sure they were extra tight.â He heard you giggle and raised his head immediately, his gaze falling on yours.
âYouââ
âWhat? You were making me wait forever! And donât get me wrongâŚâ You cupped his cheek, and he was rendered speechless. The whole time he was fighting for his sanity, trying to wait for you, restraining himself from taking you on the nearest piece of furniture â You were riling him up on purpose? âI love that you are a gentleman, and the princess treatment is really nice too, but I just couldnât wait to have you ravish me, you know? Your girl has needs.â
He was going completely insane. He let out a hearty laugh, and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he underestimated you again, forgot that your desires and needs matched his almost perfectly.
And he shouldâve known that the workout clothes were a bit too revealing for your liking. Fuck, he shouldâve known.
âAnd it seems my girl is a sly little vixen.â His voice laced with humor, a smile still visible, head impossibly light. He hummed, and kissed a smile off of your plump lips, then your neck, shoulders and chest. You started trembling, and the smile he sent you this time made him look as if he was a wolf studying his pray. You gulped audibly. âWell then, if you decided to manipulate me, then I think you are ready to suffer the consequences.â His kisses reached your breasts, and he took one perky nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. His other hand grabbed at the other boob, kneading the flesh languidly.
âBut itâs already bright outside, shouldnât weââ A press of his finger on your lips hushed you, and his eyes met yours, his lips still circled around your delicate nipple. With a snap of his fingers the curtains covered the windows, cutting of the only source of light. Darkness enveloped you, making the press of his body on yours even more intimate. Your body was still on fire after the hours of tangling in sheets, every part of you sensitive and tingling under his skilled hands.
âAh, ah. Youâre trembling. Why is that, I wonder?â You heard his voice closer to your ear, and when your eyes got used to the darkness, you saw his eyes filled with mirth and something primal. His hands went slowly up your tights, their destination obvious. âI had no idea that my kitten was that starved. Now I canât possibly leave her unsatisfied, can I?â
You felt his hands touch your warmest spot, and you let fireworks overtake you once more, your spine twisting to get closer to him. He tasted the skin on your chest again, and went down with his kisses, leaving a happy, wet trial in its wake. He raised suddenly, kissing you on the lips.
âAnd what about the zipper?â He asked absentmindedly into your lips, remembering the situation that nearly made him lose his mind couple of weeks ago.
âWhat zipper?â Your confusion truthful, your squeal loud when he suddenly plopped motionless on top of you, a sigh of exasperation leaving his mouth.
It seems that loving you was the beginning of his end, after all.
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From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.
âDid I do something wrong?â he questioned.
Zayneâs deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.
You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.
âHm? Why do you ask?â
Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.
âYouâre calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.â
You nodded. âYes, Zayne, I do think itâs an important step.â
His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.
Folding his arms, he mused aloud. âIt took you some time to drop the title âdoctorâ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me âloveâ.â
You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.
âSo, either I did something to make you upset, orââhe leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yoursââyouâre playing a trick on me.â
You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.
âOkay, okay, it was a prank.â Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. âI wanted to see how youâd react, but you saw right through me,â you mumbled.
His lips quirked. âIâve known you for long enough to figure these things out.â
Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.
âThank you for helping me, my love."
SYLUS âĄ
âSylus, could you play that new record you bought?â
You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.
âSylus?â he scoffed. âWe both know thatâs not what you call me.â
Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. âWhat are you talking about? Isnât that your name?â
âSweetie,â he levelled a look of scepticism at you, âthat hasnât been my name for the past month weâve been together.â
âI still donât know what you mean, Sylus.â
He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.
âY/N.â
Youâve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.
âIâm not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.â The softness in his tone made you feel weak. âYou can tell me if Iâve done something to annoy you. I wonât be angry.â
âNot at all!â you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. âYou havenât done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.â
All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. âYou really do play some dangerous games, kitten.â
Playfulness returned to his voice. âNow then, how will you correct your mistake?â
âHoney,â you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, âcould you play that new record you bought now?â
Sylus couldnât help but laugh at your exaggeration. âWhy of course.â
XAVIER âĄ
âXavier, do you want to try this?â
Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.
âThatâs not my name,â he answered.
âWhat do you mean?â you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. âOf course it is!â
âNo, itâs not,â he insisted.
Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.
Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. âYou usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.â
Your jaw dropped in amused shock. âYou remember all the names Iâve called you?â
His mouth twitches. âThere are some more, but⌠they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.â
That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.
âXavier!â Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.
âYou did it again. You used the wrong name.â He stuck his bottom lip out.
You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. âCome on, donât be sad darling.â
Immediately, he brightened before you.
âIt was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how youâd react.â
He nodded thoughtfully. âAnd was my reaction satisfactory?â
âI think it was,â you smiled at him, "but itâs a shame I didnât film it, it wouldâve made for a good Moments post.â
He shook his head. âBut, the nicknames we use are only for us.â
The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.
âI donât want anyone else to know.â
RAFAYEL âĄ
âAre you ready to go yet, Rafayel?â
He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.
âRafayel,â you called again.
He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.
âReddie, do you hear something?â he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.
âRafayel~â you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.
He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.
âYou hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.â
Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.
âIt sounds likeââhe continuedââsome kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I canât make out who it is.â
âRafayel!â you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.
He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. âI wonder who this person is calling out to.â
âBaby,â you finally conceded, âIâm talking to you!â
It seemed like he couldnât keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.
âTook you long enough,â he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. âOtherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.â
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Adding onto Sylusâ desperate need to be near you at all times. Heâs clingy.
You groaned as strong hands scooped you up out of your bed, disturbing your sleep. Curling towards the warmth, soft footsteps carried you away.
You forced your eyes open to meet the red ones that glanced down at you. âSylus?â
Sylus kissed your forehead and held you tighter as he brought you into his office. âI wanted some company.â He sat down on his deep red plush couch, laying you in his lap and pulling a blanket over you.
You groaned and reluctantly laid in the position he was putting you in. âIâm tired Sy.â Sylus chuckled. âThen sleep. Iâm not stopping you.â
Scoffing at his sarcasm, you looked up at him from where you laid in his lap. He happily started to run his long fingers through your hair. âYou stole me from my bed.â
Sylus tsked at you. âI did not steal you from your bed. I stole you from my bed.â A ghost of a smirk crossed his face.
He patted your cheek before placing his glasses on his nose and picking up a book. âYou brought me here so you could read?â
He sighed and put down the book on the end table next to him. Swiftly he adjusted both of your positions so that he was lying across the couch with you draped along him, resting on his chest. He reached behind him, grabbed his book and continued to read.
You groaned and rolled your eyes at him but got comfortable nonetheless. âAt least read it to me wonât you?â
Sylusâ deep laughter vibrated you. âOf course, Kitten. Listen close.â He didnât care that heâd likely be up for hours and end up falling asleep when it was time for you to wake. As long as you were near him, itâs all he needed.
includingă ¤âă ¤monkey d. luffy / trafalgar d. law / portgas d. ace / donquixote "corazon" rosinante / eustass kidd / shachi / penguin
synopsis. first text from you since the proposed "break" from your relationship.
tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader, question mark of relationships, so like... exclusive but not dating, swearing, shachi and penguin are sold tgther, mb
from vyon. luffy is not ooc if you open your heart to the fact that he's insanely emotionally intelligent and very straightforward, that's all i gotta say đŤ uhhh, my sincerest apologies if i did cora wrong... (i haven't met him yet...)
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Do You Need Help? â Let's Eat Together (Straw Hat Version)
When the Straw Hats notice that you're having trouble eating, each of them decides to help you, in their own way.
I. Luffy
At first, Luffy tries to eat your food and you let him do it so that no one notices that you're not eating. But in the end, it's Luffy who notices that something is wrong. He pays attention to you, you're his nakama, someone important to him. At the end of the meal, he asks you if you are sick. You tell him no, you just have trouble eating sometimes.
Luffy has an idea. He pulls you back into the kitchen by the hand and searches for leftovers. He finds your favorites and places them on a cool plate, one with dinosaurs on it. Like Makino did with him when he didn't want to eat his vegetables, Luffy takes your fork and imitates an airplane to make you eat. You open your mouth and chew a first bite. Luffy smiles.
II. Zoro
Zoro doesn't understand at first why you're having trouble eating. Eating is a mission, he accomplishes missions. But since he cares about you, he stays with you even after everyone else has left. He divides your plate into portions to give you goals to achieve and rewards you every time you finish a new portion.
He's patient with you, if not a little awkward. If you start crying because you're moved by his gesture, he totally freaks out and thinks he did something wrong. When he realizes they're tears of joy, he blushes and mumbles that it's normal because you're his crewmate and your well-being is important.
III. Nami
When that happens, Nami takes you by the arm and leads you under her tangerine trees. You lie down together under the blue sky, your head on her lap. She gently runs her hand through your hair and plays with your locks for as long as you need it. You don't need to justify yourself, Nami is here for you.
Eventually, she pulls a tangerine from a tree and, after carefully peeling it, offers you half of it. Her tangerines are her treasure, but so are you. If necessary, she feeds you each quarter by hand, without ever forcing you. It's up to you to decide. When you're ready to leave, Nami kisses your forehead, her lips sticky from the sugar.
IV. Usopp
Usopp notices immediately, because silences are sometimes the loudest. He doesn't ask right away, not in front of everyone, because you're a brave warrior of the sea and you deserve to be treated as such. He doesn't accuse you, he asks gently and he understands.
The days after, he sits next to you, because a warrior shouldn't have to fight alone. He tells you beautiful stories, entertains you and amuses you until you finish your plate. Once you're done, he winks at you and you know you're not alone.
V. Sanji
It takes you a while to notice that Sanji has noticed. But your food portions are slightly different from the others, smaller but more filling. Sanji offers you snacks during the day instead of a big meal at lunch and dinner. He takes care of you silently, without expecting anything from you in return.
When you ask him why, (shouldn't he be annoyed by the waste?) Sanji tells you that he knows what it's like to have trouble eating. No matter the reason, whether it's "important" or not, it's just as hard. And you deserve help, no matter if you did anything to "deserve" it. It's his role as a cook, and a friend, that everyone has a comfortable relationship with food.
VI. Chopper
Chopper is worried about you, eating is important. He doesn't want to overwhelm you but he wants to help you. You're his friend. He knows you take care of yourself alone but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a little helping hand (or hoof). Doing things together is easier, and funnier.
He makes shapes on your plate with your food, he puts little paper umbrellas in your glass. Everything to make you smile and appreciate what you're eating. Of course, he offers you food supplements and gives you advice on what kind of food you need, but both are as useful and important as the other.
VII. Robin
Robin makes you a cup of verbena tea with honey, she takes her time to do it properly, without using her devil fruit. She sits next to you on the bench with your thighs touching, and she takes your hand in hers before gently squeezing it. She takes out a book and start reading, not pressuring you but silently supporting you.
Slowly, you start eating and Robin encourages you to drink herbal tea between each bite. She stays with you, from beginning to end, even if it took hours. If you ask her, she reads you a passage from her book out loud to distract you. She never lets go of your hand.
VIII. Franky
Franky comes to you when you've been working too long and forget to come eat. No matter where you are, he finds you. He built the Sunny with the crew that would live on it in mind and he knows all your favorite places. He sets a plate down next to you and takes whatever you were doing out of your hands.
You need to take a break, he tells you amused. It's important for your body, you don't have any spare parts. He reminds you to drink water to avoid any future headaches. And, with surprising gentleness, and your permission, he places his hands on your shoulders and massages the knot of stress between your shoulder blades.
IX. Brook
When you're the last one to finish eating, pushing your food around on your plate and not being able to eat it, Brook stays behind with you. He makes sure that you don't face your difficulties on your own. He doesn't want you to suffer. You're not alone, those who love you are with you.
He pulls out his violin, his bass, or even drags the entire goddamn piano into the kitchen if you ask, and fills the room with music and joy. The melody carries you to new lands, each note telling a different story. And Brook weaves them in a beautiful song just for you. Because you are worth it.
X. Jinbei
Without you having to say anything about your discomfort, Jinbei takes you out onto the deck, the sun warming your skin, the waves hitting the hull, the wind playing with your hair. You inhale deeply, filling your lungs with sea air. Here, the smell of food that made you want to throw up is replaced by the salt of the ocean.
You continue your meal on the deck together, in the calm and serenity so rare to your crew. Being outside does you the greatest good. You laugh every time the Sunny hits a wave stronger than the others and sea water splashes across the deck onto you. You think of suggesting that the crew have a picnic while the weather is still nice.
+ 1 Vivi
Vivi suggests that you learn to cook together. She's a princess, no one has ever let her hold a kitchen utensil. You have no excuse. You accept anyway. Getting permission to use the kitchen is easy, Vivi just has to bat her eyelashes, but actually cooking is another story. But you're allowed to make mistakes and Vivi always seems so surprised at your failures that it doesn't bother you.
With your friend, you slowly learn to cook and love the food you prepare. You even pretend not to notice when Vivi "subtly" makes you taste certain foods to take note of what is easier for you to eat. She even has a notebook. You think it's adorable.
+ 2 Yamato
Yamato makes everything around him fun. He has a vision of life so different from yours but more than anything it is his thirst for discovery that fascinates you. Every moment is an adventure and he never forgets to invite you to share them. He wants to spend them with you, have fun with you. Meals are no different.
He challenges you, trying to eat as fast as possible and competing with the biggest eaters in the crew. He keeps asking questions about everything, about the taste of food, about the method of preparation. Despite you, his curiosity gets the better of you, you want to know too. He makes eating fun, even when it's hard.
Fun fact, tonight I didn't want to eat but I told myself that Tony Tony Chopper would be disappointed with me if I didn't. So I ate.
That's why fiction is so important, it has such a big impact on our lives. So I decided to write this little something with all the Straw Hats to help you eat if that's what you need one day. If you want me to continue this concept, with other characters, other fandoms or other situations, do not hesitate. I will be very happy to do so.
Disclaimer: I did not write this story while envisioning someone with an eating disorder. So it's not an accurate representation because it's not meant to be one. I just tagged it so as not to trigger anyone. Also, I am not a healthcare professional.
Take care of yourselves <3
imagine a family;
a mother, a father and two little kids.
a white picket fence daydream,
complete with apple pie and cut-off crusts and warm hands
and a shadow of a monster in the corner.
ii.
imagine a family:
two scared boys grasping at each other in a world full of nightmares,
one small step away from alone.
iii.
imagine a family that doesnât end in blood,
a man as worn out as his baseball cap,
a student turned prophet,
a hacker turned hunter,
an angel of the lord turned human;
imagine a plaid-woven patchwork happiness carved away from monsters,
a bunker underground called home.
iv.
imagine two tired men grasping at each other in a decaying world.
a question arises:
is it better to have loved and lost or never loved at all? â
for even an honorary Winchester is already damned.
rivers of red upon white knuckles and trembling fingers;
family doesnât end in blood
until it does.
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Cas still mostly speaks freely with Sam as they work to unlock the spell, but heâs very careful about what he says around Dean. If heâs at all in doubt about whatâs going to come out of his mouth, he keeps it shut.
âWhyâd you even grab that damn necklace instead of me in the first place?â Dean says. âYou must have been able to sense it was cursed.â
Cas says nothing.
âWhy are you still hanging onto that bookmark I gave you?â Dean says. âI can buy you a better one.â
Cas says nothing.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â Dean says. âTheyâre just glasses, I need them to read, now, okay?â
Cas says nothing.
Dean takes Cas out to a diner to try to take his mind off things, and also possibly try to get to the bottom of the fact that since the curse hit, Cas has hardly said two words together to him.
Cas keeps very, very quiet. Heâs doing so well.
Dean picks a fry off his plate, and then another, and then reaches over and switches their plates so that he can do the job properly.
âWhy dâyou never complain when I do that?â Dean says, when the waitress has taken their plates away. âTake your food without asking.â
Cas thinks for a moment. Because I donât really get hungry, anyway, is what he means to say.
âBecause I love you,â is what comes out of his mouth.
Castiel only hates the curse for around thirty seconds longer. Ten for Dean to get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to really get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to say Cas, and reach over the table, and grab his hand.
Dean kisses truths out of Casâ mouth all night, until every single one is spilled. I watched you raking those leaves. I killed a thousand copies of you in Heaven but I couldnât kill you, the real you, not ever. I would have stayed with you as a demon, as the king of Hell himself. Because I love you.
Ask Dean about the best part of being in a steady relationship and heâll probably grin and wag his eyebrows. While thatâs not strictly speaking a lie, itâs not really the truth either.
Because itâs not the sex thatâs the best part (though Cas is surprisingly awesome at that, considering his lack of experience). Not the lazy weekend mornings when they spend hours in bed, or the heated and desperate encounters after a successful hunt while theyâre still high on adrenaline and so relieved that theyâre both alright.
The best part is a habit Cas somehow picked up a while back.Â
Heâll walk up to Dean while heâs standing by the kitchen counter, cooking or cleaning, wrap his arms around his waist and drop his chin on his shoulder. Then heâll press soft kisses on Deanâs neck until he melts into him and heâll say, âTell me.â
Dean never has to ask him to clarify but it always takes him a few moments to work up the courage to answer. Heâll blush and his stomach will turn nervously, no matter how many times Cas does this, and eventually heâll be able to mutter, âI love you.â
Cas will smile, lips still pressed against Deanâs skin, arms tightening their hold just slightly. And Deanâs heart will start pumping in anticipation, because Cas will always answer, âI love you, too.â