Cherin.

The last birthday.

Ao3

Plot: Sylus’s birthday celebration goes wrong as decisions are made to protect the other from an inevitable end.

A late Sylus birthday one shot.

Pairing: Sylus MC/You -Established relationship.

Tag-Hurt, no comfort. (angst).

── We had some good times didn’t we? ♡‧₊ ⸝⸝

.✦  What of yours do they find after your death? ˎˊ˗

♡.ᐟ Characters: Kento, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Toji, Sukuna

☽☾ Fem. Reader intended ☽☾ angst ☽☾ hurt/no comfort ☽☾ major character death ☽☾ talks of self harm, depression, death, suicide ☽☾ a little graphic in imagery ☽☾

𝒦ento

Kento found your journals, your diaries, your unfinished drafts and book manuscripts you had wanted to finish writing and publish.

You had a special place in your room for them, a shrine dedicated — bedazzled and crowned, cherished like he had cherished you. 

Now that he held them in his arms, they felt so light. 

The pages had lost their shine, the words felt subdued, the covers looked bland. Cold to touch and lifeless. Like you had been in his arms—

For the first time in his life, Sylus prays. He pleads to anyone who will listen, let her live. Take me instead. Please, just let her live. He is not worthy. He is not worthy of your love, nor your life.

He drops to his knees beside you. Whispers sweet nothings in your ear, begging you to hold on just a little longer. His hands press against your wound in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. Your face is far too pale—each drop of blood stealing away your life when they had no right to.

You take a final, shuddering breath. Your eyes flutter shut. The last thing you see is Sylus’ face, streaked in blood; his expression is raw and desperate, ruby eyes that once held yours with so much adoration are now red-rimmed, shining with unshed tears.

Even as you die, you think that he is beautiful. You think that he is perfect, a masterpiece in every sense of the word.

Even as he cracks, he cradles you—gentle, reverent, as though you are something sacred.

When you go limp in his arms, Sylus breaks. It is not loud, no. It is quiet. It is soul-deep. It is the destruction of everything you used to love.

The tears fall then. Sylus—ruler of the N109 Zone, criminal feared across galaxies—weeps for you. His body trembles with the force of his grief. His tears seem to burn his skin, dripping down to mingle with your blood.

You were his salvation. Sylus, who had never known how it felt to be loved so thoroughly, to be held so gently, to be looked at like he was more than the monster everyone thought him to be.

You were an altar, and he was the sinner begging for forgiveness. You were an inferno, and he was kindling willing to burn just to feel your warmth. You saw the storms churning in his head and walked in with open arms.

This time, it is he who curses you. He curses you to be drawn to him, eternally. Throughout lifetimes, your soul will search for him. Whether you remember or not, he will be the force that pulls you in.

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mdni

Walking into Sylus's estate, you don't see him lounging in the living room like he usually does when he's waiting for you. Confused, you start searching for your boyfriend. Checking all of the usual spots: his office, the gym. Nothing.

When you finally reach his bedroom and open the door, you stop dead in your tracks. You found Sylus. But you didn't expect to find him like this.

He seemed completely normal, wearing a robe while lounging on the sofa and sipping from a wine glass. But you could see a sliver of what appeared to be... a lacy red bra?

You gape at the sight. It doesn't register to you when he moved to stand right in front of you, still trying to process his clothes (or lack of) at the moment.

❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥

We all know he loves to spoil you but he really gets that weird heartache anytime you tell him casually about the times where money limits you.

He knows you are capable of affording your own stuff, and that you don't want him to buy you expensive things just like that. You'll say "I don't want you think that I'm with you cause of the things you give me" or "Sylus it's not a big deal, we could have used that money to buy necessary things like groceries" and he almost wants to scoff right at your face.

How could you deny yourself the good stuff? You work hard, are a literal angel on earth and you more often than not put others needs before your own. Hell, you even give more presents to him than to yourself.

That's why he learned not to ask when buying something for you. He takes quick glances at your phone screen, that item you'd been eyeing for weeks on display for Sylus to memorize while you look at the same picture with a pinched brow, waiting for that discount that was honestly never gonna come.

In a few days a package is at your door and Sylus couldn't be more happy seeing you smile and giggle the moment you open the box.

Another day he notices the tiny pout of your lips and couldn't help himself from asking you "What's the matter kitten?" He says putting his polished gun down to pay full attention to you. At first you are reclutant to tell him, a silly matter making you sulk was a bit pathetic in your mind, but you couldn't help the sour feeling, you really wanted a cute expensive pair of shoes and when your savings finally made it to cover the price of it, the shoes weren't available anymore.

Deception still lingers in your eyes when you say it's fine, so of course Sylus can't have that. He is gonna search in every website for those damn shoes behind your back. And when he finally finds it and checks the quality of it, he is annoyed with the people who had the nerve to charge that much for an ass quality thing.

You deserve much better, and Sylus is so down to find you a customized pair of shoes, something unique and exquisite just for you. Needless to say, you forgot the ugly feeling when you tried on his gift.

He doesn't want your pretty head to worry about something so trivial for him as money, nevertheless he still notices every time your head starts doing the math, keeping mental note on how much things cost and how much he's spent on you. He hates it, and he is gonna kiss you every time just so you lose count.

He wants to spoil you but more than that he wants to give you something that makes you happy.

He wants you to feel completely capable of anything, for you to not worry about buying something for yourself, about wanting stuff, about surviving when you, out of everyone he knows, should be living.

He knows more than anyone that money gives you freedom, maybe that's why he insists on providing for you, saying "Kitten I can take care of anything if you want me to, you just have to say yes"

When you say no he'll respect it even if it hurts him a little, however he still treats you something fancy when you eventually figure your financial matters out. He says it's a present for being his smart and hardworking sweetheart, and you can't help but melt in the praise.

And when you do accept his help, he is the happiest man alive and will take care of any expenses you might have. He doesn't want you worried ever again.

With him you don't have to worry about making it to the end of the month, you don't need to think about debts, you don't have to choose between what you need and what you want, you can be greedy and choose both.

Sylus is a giver, whether it's money, material stuff, support, company, a confident or a lover he is happy to spoil you rotten, you could totally take everything from him and he will thank you in the process.

The truth is, you're only selfish when it comes to him. Everything could disappear in an instant, but he's the only thing you'd give anything to keep.

The only one you refuse to let go.

❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥ ஒ ❥───❥

a/n: Not me fantasizing about financial stability.

Mostly fluff with a bit of angst in some. Tone varies per story. 

This was so much longer than intended it to be and I probably should've just done a 2 parter but oh well! I hope you enjoy!

Xavier

It has been over a week since you took that dreaded test, confirming your suspicions. It has also been over a week since you saw Xavier alone. Now you sit across from him in a conference room, trying to act natural despite the fact you’ve clearly been avoiding him. You can feel a burning gaze locked onto your face as you pretend to focus on Tara’s report. He has every right to be confused and upset.. It's not like your excuses have been great. You just need a little bit more time to figure out what you are going to say. Then you’ll sit him down and spill everything. Everything will be fine, you repeat in your mind, trying to soothe the building anxiety… Just a bit more time.

He doesn’t try to stop you as everyone exits the room, much to your relief. However, you can feel his eyes following you down the hall. 

‘Just a bit more time’ You repeat to yourself once more, as your stomach sinks. How much time do you really have…? How much longer can you do this Xavier?

As soon as you get home, you flop onto your couch. Muscle memory moves your fingers to open your texts but there are none tonight.. Xavier's texts have lessened the last few days, and you couldn’t decide if it made you relieved or anxious. Closing your messenger, you open your search engine and begin to doomscroll about pregnancy. The ‘’dos and don’ts’, all the things to watch out for, symptoms, infant necessities, etc. It felt endless and you wanted to cry. It wasn’t like you didn’t want kids but.. You always expected to be prepared. Now it feels like a countdown has started and you are a eon behind. 

Suddenly a soft knock pulls you out of your spiral. Your stomach drops, immediately knowing who was at the door. You sit up, trying to quickly decide what to say this time when a familiar voice rings out from behind the shut door. “I’m sorry for bugging you again… but can we please talk for a bit?” 

His voice sounds serious and almost defeated. Guilt takes over, you always complain about him keeping secrets and not communicating but look at you the moment something big happens. What a hypocrite. You chastise yourself. Taking a deep breath and getting up to head towards the door. Towards Xavier. 

You brace yourself as you open the door, you weren’t going to send him away this time. As soon as the door opened, you were met with an expression just as miserable and anxious as your own, poorly masked under a small smile. Xavier opens his mouth to say something but before he could, tears started trickling over your lashes. You felt an overflow of emotions.

You missed this man so much. 

Bringing your hands up to your face, sobs start catching in your throat as you try to speak, “I-I am” taking a large gasp before the last word “sorry..” Trying to apologize for avoiding him for the last week. 

A bewildered and concerned Xavier immediately ushers you fully inside, a hand rubbing your back while the other tries to lift your head. His voice rushed, “No, no, no. I am sorry. Whatever it is, it’s my fault.” He pulls you fully into his chest, just trying to comfort you through this moment without questioning. 

You can feel his rapid heartbeat against your ear. Surely he is beyond confusion now. What if he thinks you're crazy? You’ve never cried like this. Was it hormones or just relief? As you focus on his heart beat, your tears lessen and you notice his heartbeat slowing.

Finally pulling away, you murmur an apology. Not sure what to do now, you stare at the ground searching for a solution somewhere in your frazzled brain. 

Xavier clears his throat above you, attracting your attention. When you meet his gaze, he gives you a soft, comforting smile, “Why don’t we just sit down for now? Does your throat hurt? I can make you tea.” You follow him to the couch and sit but shake your head at the offer of anything else. 

He begins to softly and rhythmically stroke his hand up and down your arm and side. His other holds yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of yours. As you stared at your conjoined hands, you noticed Xavier was bouncing his leg, something he only did when impatient or anxious. While he was taking every step to soothe you, he was sitting there quietly drowning. 

Lifting your gaze, you lock eyes with him and try to give him a reassuring smile. He returns it, though the worry swimming throughout his expression doesn’t change. 

“Xavier, I am pregnant.”

The worry quickly dissipated into a dazed shock. A few moments passed and he shifted his focus to the wall behind you. You sit quietly and let him take a bit to process this. Afterall, it's been a week since you found out and you were still reeling, giving him a few minutes was the least you could do. That said, you couldn’t help but watch his expressions, looking for signs of excitement, displeasure, anything that gave a signal to his real feelings. 

Not even 10 seconds later, his head snaps back to you as he leans forward, taking both your hands into his. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Please tell me. I’ll do it right now.”

“I am fine right now. I’d.. just like to know how you are feeling. It's not like this was planned. We have never even discussed whether we wanted kids..” He leans back a bit and you carefully try to gauge his expression as he contemplates his response. 

“Well… I am shocked. However..” He sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, looking away as he finishes his thought, “it's not as though I was good about using protection, so it's entirely my fault.”

“It’s our fault. I didn’t use any either.” You correct.

He simply shakes his head in disagreement and continues, “I obviously knew this was a possibility but it felt so abstract after this long. I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have. Saying this all out loud, I’m not sure I even have the right to be shocked..”

He pauses his thought to carefully wrap his arm around your waist and pull you onto his lap, nuzzling your cheek before setting his chin on your head as he resumes, “I never dared to imagine a future like this with you. Yet, now that it's right in front of me,” you hear his voice start to crack. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy… Probably way happier than I should be, when I consider how disheveled you looked earlier. I’m sorry..”

Hearing his words, it felt like all your anxieties disappeared in an instant. You had been trying to not let yourself imagine it either, before speaking with him. Now those possibilities are quickly taking over your every thought… And it was beautiful. Tears began to well up again, this time out of joy. You wish you had just told him immediately. That you had told him excitedly.

Can we have a redo?

Suddenly you shoot up onto your feet, Xavier watching you in confusion. You plop back down on his lap, this time straddling him, grabbing his right hand and placing it on your stomach before pressing your forehead to his. “Xavi! We are having a baby!” You announce again, enthusiastically this time, through your tears.

Xaviers’ eyes glisten as he leans up and kisses you gently. Nuzzling your noses together as he responds cheerfully, “Yes! Yes, we are. Our baby.”

You giggle as he leans in to kiss you again, this time it lingers on. It felt like you could taste the joy. He finally pulls back with a silly smile on his face, “Hey if you think about it this way, since we didn’t use protection, we were planning for a baby from the start.” He declares confidently.

You laugh at his goofy logic. Smooshing his face between your hands you respond a bit resentfully, “I don’t think that's how that works, because I certainly don’t feel prepared.” You pause for a moment in consideration, “but how about this? We let it happen naturally.” You finish with a big grin. 

“We let it happen naturally.” He repeats with angelic smile, running his hands up and down your back, pulling up more of your shirt as he does. He moves his face closer to yours again and you can already spot the shift in his mood. This man is going to test ‘nature’ to the fullest. 

Rafayel 

Opening the package, you decide it's best to be safe than sorry. You were late, after all. In three minutes, you have your confirmation you aren’t pregnant, then you can go on with the rest of your day. You pull out the test, read the instructions, and follow along carefully. Now you just wait.

By the one minute mark, the control line was apparent. At least the test isn’t a dud, you thought to yourself. Glancing at where the other line should be, you almost think you see the ghost of one but convince yourself it's your eyes playing tricks. You go back to waiting.

By two minutes, the second blue line has become apparent. Panic is setting in. You aren’t sure why you are still waiting, like the line will magically disappear at the three minute mark but you are still sitting there staring. 

At three minutes reality hits. It's positive. You are trying to take deep breaths. This isn’t the end of the world. You can handle it. Just breathe. Maybe it was a dud afterall! Maybe you should take another test!

Another test later you are sitting on your toilet in defeat. 

That damn fish. He was so needy and sweet during low tide. That angelic, defenseless face could’ve convinced you of anything he wanted. It's no surprise you wound up in his bed. The more you look back at that night, you feel a flush creeping up on your face. You try to shake it off. 

Blame him, not me. You lament. It was siren trickery, damn it!

Walking out of your bathroom, you couldn’t help but glaring at the painting of his on the wall. How dare he put you in this situation. You bet he’s just painting away, without a care in the world right now. You walk up to the painting and grab it off your wall. Carefully setting it on the ground backwards so you don’t have to look at it.

You continue on into the living room, considering making a doctor's appointment to figure out what to do next, only to come face to face with several more of his pieces hanging on your wall. At the same time you hear a sharp ding from your phone. You felt like your head was going to explode. Pulling out your phone you read the message. 

“On your way over yet, Ms. Bodyguard?”

Picking up the nearest pillow, you let out a loud scream before tossing it back on the couch. It felt like you had no time to think or process this without him popping up somewhere. Why can’t he disappear for a bit while you figure out what to do! Suddenly your mind goes quiet.

You know what, this is his fault so why do I have to deal with it while he has a carefree day? 

Not even bothering to respond to him, you grab your purse and head out. Flipping off one of his paintings as you leave.

As you arrive at his house, the only thing keeping you moving is anger and bravado. However, half of that dissipates at the sight of Rafayel's excited face when you enter. “You didn’t respond so I thought you weren’t coming!” He exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and bouncing over to you. “You're looking cute, cutie.” he whispers, planting an affectionate kiss on your cheek. 

He pulls back and cocks his head to the side at your lack of response. “You alright, cutie?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh and push past him to take a seat on the couch. “I was meant to be mad at you.” You sigh again, realizing your bravado is also gone. Glancing up at the man standing before you.

That face is truly treacherous. I was doomed from the start.

As yet another sigh escapes your lips, Rafayel takes a seat next to you. He rests his elbow on the back of the couch, turning his body towards you. While his excitement is gone, he doesn’t seem particularly dour. A small smile is still trying to tug at his lips but he has enough brains to fight it. You can hear his foot tapping as he waits for you to say something. Time passes in silence. Unsurprisingly, he breaks first, “Are you going to tell me why you are supposed to be mad at me?... Why you keep sighing would be nice to know too.” 

You side-eye him, still annoyed even if your anger has been dispelled. Finally you open your mouth, “If I tell you, what will you do about it?”

“Easy! Whatever it is that made you mad, I’m sure I can fix it.” A confident smirk taking over his face. That annoyance begins to morph back into anger. For some reason you felt the need to challenge him. 

Taking a deep breath, you respond, “Fine.” This is your problem now. “I’m pregnant.” You say neutrally. Without sparing him another glance you stand up and start to head towards the door. “Let me know when you fix it.” 

You only make it a few steps before a strong grip grabs hold of your wrist. You stop walking but don’t turn back. Waiting to see what he says or does. A sudden yank sends you tumbling back onto the couch and into his lap. “What the hell, Raf!” You snap. However, you stop talking when you look up at his shocked face. It's beet red. You can’t help but stare. It's cute. 

For some reason this made you feel better. You start to sit up, laughing quietly to yourself. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and as you continue, "What's the matter, Raf? I thought you said you’d be able to fix anything for me?”

“What…? When? How…?” He starts stuttering out questions, you're not sure his brain is working yet. 

“How? Surely you don’t need me to explain that part, Rafayel.” You tease. Suddenly you see the lights turn on behind his eyes and a scowl appears on his face. 

“Don’t make fun of me.” He snaps, “ How long have you known?” Ah. He’s working again. You sigh, mourning the loss of your brainless boytoy but understanding you two do need to have a serious conversation. 

“I found out today. Right before coming.” You respond evenly. 

“I see…” He sits back in thought. After a few moments his brow furrows and he sits up straight. “And what exactly about that made you mad, huh?” The offense was clear as day in his tone and in his face. However, a few seconds later, his face shifted again. This time more subdued and remorseful. “I’m sorry. You just found out you were pregnant. That has to be shocking. I shouldn’t have snapped about how you feel about it. Forgive me…”

Looking at his beautiful, guilt-ridden face, you couldn’t help but feel vindicated about your anger. “This.” You grab his face with one hand while pointing at it with the other. “This is why I was angry. You know I’m weak to it and you use it against me. Just like during the low tide! Just like now! If our child looks like you, I’m finished.” 

You let go and scoot off of his lap to the spot beside him, leaning back with your arm over your eyes. Just imagining what a push over you’d end up being with a mini Rafayel running around.

“You know, cutie…” You feel him shifting closer before you feel his hand brushing across your abdomen until it settles on your lower stomach. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you are really lucky you met me and not some honeypot. You’d be on the streets in a week with how blinded you get by a cute face.”

You lower your arm to scowl at him only to see his face is mere inches away and he’s smiling so brightly. You let out a playful huff, letting a smile take over as you turn your body towards him and shuffle closer. Letting your head rest on the back of the couch next to his, you whisper, “I suppose it's a bit late to ask if you want children.”

“Nope. Never wanted them. Let's have at least ten, okay?” He immediately responds with a grin. He leans in, capturing your lips in a playful kiss before deepening it. The next thing you knew, your body was being pushed until you were trapped under him on the couch.

Ripping your lips away for air, you gasp out, “Calm down, we can’t make ten right now!” 

A sharp nip to your neck makes you jerk as Rafayel sits up and wipes his mouth with a mischievous smirk, “how would you know? I’m a lumarian. Who knows what I can make happen?” 

Caleb

Days have passed and you still couldn’t stop staring at them. All three tests are still sitting on your bathroom counter, confirming your reality every time you walk in. You swear those two blue lines were mocking you. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to throw the tests away…

How? Caleb was always so careful about using protection. Could one have been faulty? 

Thank god Caleb is away on a mission. I’m sure I can figure out what to do before he gets back.

Will he be mad when I tell him? 

Looking back, he always changed the subject when you brought up kids and looked uncomfortable. Why did you not pick up on it then..? They were just lighthearted conversations then, most happened before you even started dating, but their weight feels monumental now. 

Even as you worry how he’ll handle the news, you yearn to hear his voice. Your phone has been so quiet since he left. You wonder just what type of mission he is on… You hope he is okay. Your hand soothingly rubs your stomach, as though to comfort both of you. 

Deciding nothing will be solved tonight, you take a shower and head to bed. You’ll have more time to think about it tomorrow. As you fall asleep you scroll through articles on preparing to be a mother, bookmarking guides and resources along the way.

In the morning you wake up to the smell of breakfast being prepared. A warm, welcoming scent until you realize exactly what it means. 

Caleb is back. 

Adrenaline takes over as you leap out of bed and rush into the master bathroom. All three tests lay exactly where they were last night, but that didn’t guarantee he hadn’t seen them while you were asleep… Panic takes hold and you freeze, stuck staring yet again at those damn blue lines. Breath. Breath. Breath. Everything will be okay. It's Caleb. 

You decide after some thought, to slip the tests into an unused drawer and play it by ear. Glancing around, it looked as though nothing was used in the bathroom recently. Perhaps there is no reason to worry. You walk back out into the bedroom then to the living room. Your heart was still pounding not knowing whether he knew or not. 

You pause at the entrance of the kitchen, watching him cube some fruit as you lean against the archway. “Welcome back. I’ve missed your cooking.” 

“Oh? You just missed my cooking, Pip?” he responds playfully, putting down the knife and turning away from the counter towards you. 

“Well, that and a few other things.” You tease, finally walking into the kitchen straight into his embrace. “I missed you a little too.” you murmur into his chest

“Well, I missed you a lot.” He punctuates with a kiss on your forehead before pointing your attention to the counter and stove. “I am making waffles with fresh cream and fruit.”

“Yum! I am excited.” He releases you, turning away to grab something.

“Here. Your regular.” Handing you a mug filled with a creamy coffee that normally smelled mouth watering but today..

Immediately shoving back into his hand you quickly move past him to the sink to dry retch. Nothing came up, thank goodness. Why did coffee have to betray me, of all things? You knew you couldn’t drink it but this felt personal.

To your surprise, Caleb didn’t ask any questions. He simply rubbed your back gently before stepping away to retrieve a cup of water and handing it to you. Turning around and leaning on the counter as you drink, you murmur out a small “thank you”, followed by, “the coffee must not be sitting right with me today.”

“These kinds of things happen with pregnancy.” He answered coolly, taking a slow, purposeful sip out of the mug. His earlier smile was gone and your heart sinks in your chest.

“You saw the tests.” You quietly confirm, carefully watching his every movement. He motions for you to move away from the counter, so you do. Nervously returning to your place in the archway, far away from the scent of coffee as he pours the mug down the drain and cleans it before setting it on the drying rack. The smell begins to dissipate. 

“I assumed you wanted me to see them, considering you left three on the counter. Was that your preferred way of telling me?” You wince at how unreadable his face looks. It practically confirms your worst fears. You feel tears pricking at your eyes but you blink them away. 

“No. I didn’t want to tell you this way. I just…” You look around the room for a proper explanation, finding none. “I-I just couldn’t get rid of them.”

He nods silently, but his unreadable expression doesn’t change. He slowly moves towards you, gently taking your hand. “Lets sit down.” He guides you into the living room and you both sit down, you on the couch and him on the coffee table directly in front of you.

“I really didn’t mean to tell you that way..” you whisper, staring down at your knees. 

“I know. I understand.” He responds, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, a bit of his comforting voice returning. This gives you some courage to start a real conversation. 

Straightening your back and lifting your head, you lock eyes with him, “Caleb, I’m pregnant.” You take a pause to let that sink it, “I know this must be shocking. You’ve always been so careful, but obviously an accident happened…” Caleb looks like he is about to interrupt but you hold your hand up to stop him. “And look, ever since I found out… I’ve been nervous about what's going to happen, how you’d respond, how things will change; but I’ve also felt this budding excitement growing. I keep imagining what it would be like to be a parent, what personality this child may have, will they look more like you or me? My mind has been whirling with a million possibilities. I think.. I want this baby, Caleb.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you just word-vomited at him but hoping he understands your feelings. You watch an array of emotions cross his face, some indiscernible but others clear as day. Shock, fear, guilt and pain were all evident, but you swear as he bit his lip, trying to maintain his composure you saw a hidden yearning. You hoped he’d let you see it fully but you know he wouldn’t without a push.

Reaching forward you firmly grab his hand so he can’t escape, “Caleb, please. If you can’t tell me your real feelings now, when will you ever be able to?”

Suddenly, you are yanked forward into his arms by the hand you were holding. Still sitting on the couch, your torso meets his in the open space between your seats. You are entirely trapped, arms locked at your sides under his and legs wedged between his. “I’m sorry.” He rasps into your ear. “I really did try to be careful.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder. “I know, Caleb. I know.” 

“I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you...” He pauses, rubbing his face against your shoulder. Is he crying? His rough voice continues. “You have no idea how I feel. When I saw that test… I was so happy and I hated myself for it. How could I be happy about you risking your body?”

“Caleb.” You nudge his shoulder with your chin, a silent ask to be released that he slowly relents to. Shifting back, you reach out and cup his face. He looks defeated. Tears start welling up in your eyes with hope, “If you were happy, does that mean you want our baby?”

Caleb drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his head to your stomach. “Yes. I am sorry. But I really, really do.” The tears fully spill over your lashes as he looks up at you, picking up your hand and pressing it against his cheek. “I promise I will take care of you both. You can rely on-” You lean down and seal his lips shut with your own. 

He can coo his promises into your ear later, you already know he’s good for them. But right now, you just need to feel him.

Zayne

You only took the test because you were late. You had been feeling fine, no symptoms. Yet in the 2 days since it was confirmed, it felt like your entire body gave up on you. 

Sitting on the bathroom floor after another round of retching, you can’t help but resent all the women writing articles about how a-m-a-z-i-n-g pregnancy was for them. Also it's 7PM! How dare morning sickness be hitting right now! You felt entirely deceived, and drained. You’ve been trying your hardest to digest what is happening while also figuring out when to tell Zayne.

Sooner rather than later would be better. However, you couldn’t ignore the ball of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You wonder how he’ll react. He’s never really talked about kids, but he’s pretty good with them at the hospital.. You’re sure he’d be a good father. Well, if he wants to be one..

You rest your head against the cool wall, trying to soothe the splitting headache coming on from your suffocating thoughts. You feel so tired now… Maybe you can just rest your eyes for a moment..

A gentle touch on your shoulder makes you jump up straight. Whipping your head towards the touch, you are suddenly face to face with Zayne. “You scared me!” you decry, collapsing back against the wall in relief. 

A warm hand brushes your forehead as Zayne’s voice washes over you. “Why are you asleep here? Are you sick? How long have you felt unwell?” Questions begin to pour out of his mouth as his hand expertly prods at your body, checking you over. 

You sigh, shaking your head, “I was just nauseous and must’ve started to doze. I didn’t even hear you open the door.. Anyways, don’t worry, I am fine now.” You press your hand on his chest, creating some distance so you can stand up.

Zayne immediately stops you, reaching out and lifting you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom and carefully setting you on your bed. “If you feel nauseous, then everything is not fine. How long have the symptoms been occurring? It could be the flu or food poisoning.” 

“It's not.” You respond firmly. Relaxing back against the headboard and pillows as he continues to press his hand to face, stomach and chest. You open your mouth to explain you are actually pregnant but before you can, he responds. 

“You seem so certain. Are you the doctor now?” You hear a tinge of irritation painting his voice. Clearly he thinks you are being purposefully obtuse. 

You don’t know why that irritated you so much but it did. You couldn’t help but snap back, “Well, I certainly know more than the one in front of me right now. For your knowledge, I’m pregnant, Doctor.” 

His eyes widened with shock. You flinch, never meaning to tell him this way. This wasn’t meant to be a ‘gotcha’ moment. You weren’t even sure why you got so annoyed..

‘Can I blame hormones this early?’ you think to yourself.  

“You are pregnant.” He repeats to no one in particular. You nod none the less. Confirming your words again. 

“Yes, Zayne.” The irritation and fatigue has faded into anxiety as you watch him standing beside your bed in thought. What is he thinking? Absent-mindedly you bring one hand to your mouth to chew on your nail, while pressing your other hand to your stomach protectively. Surely he isn’t mad, right?

Finally his eyes return to your face, serious, “You could still be sick. How bad has the nausea been? It can be dangerous if you get sick this early in your pregnancy.” He’s immediately leaning over you again, this time pressing his forehead to yours, like it’ll better check your temperature. If anything, he feels warm. 

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips even as he stands back up with a worried frown. Of course he’s still fretting. What else could you expect from this man? It's one of the many reasons why you love him. 

“It hasn’t been that bad, Zayne. It's just a struggle to adjust too. I don’t feel sick.” You give him a comforting smile before continuing, “however, you can do whatever check ups you think are appropriate.”

You tap the edge of the bed, hoping you two can have a more serious conversation now. 

He takes your hands into his own as he sits. “I just want to make sure you are okay and healthy.” You nod in agreement. “How long have you known?”

“Less than a week. I took a home test, and when it was positive, I reached out to Dr. Grayson asking if he could double check for me.” ‘Secretly’, you add silently. However, you are sure he’s already made that assumption. 

“You could have asked me. I am your doctor..” He pauses, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I am also your partner.”

“I was embarrassed. It’s not like this was planned…” you trail off, looking away. 

After a pregnant pause, you hear a sigh, “I suppose it is the logical course of action. We haven’t had the appropriate conversations to situate ourselves for this.” You feel his fingers tapping on your hands, drawing your eyes back to his face. “It is a bit late but shall we have those conversations now?”

You nod, the serene smile on his face giving you more than enough courage to start. “Zayne, do you want children?”

A light chuckle dances in the air as though I asked him something silly. Your hand is pulled up to his lips and peppers kisses on your palm. “Shall I tell you how many times I’ve imagined them? Our children.”

‘Our children.’ Your stomach flipped at those words. “So you are okay with this being so unexpected…?” You pull one of his hands and place it on your stomach. You know how Zayne prefers to plan ahead and this is beyond a small deviation in life. However, if he wants kids… Your mind wanders down that path, imagining him holding a child in his lap. 

He cocks his head at your words before leaning in, brushing his nose against yours. “Unexpected does not mean unwelcomed. Not everything in the world needs to be planned. You have taught me some of the best things aren’t.” 

He pulls your arms up, encouraging you to wrap them around his neck as he begins to litter kisses across your face. “I have yet to hear your opinions, my love. Can I assume from your smile that we are in agreement?” He pauses, pulling back just enough to watch and listen to you respond. You couldn’t help the blush crossing your cheeks as you nod. “Can I get a verbal confirmation?” He teased.

“Yes, Zayne. I really want this baby. I want our baby.” At that, you see his ears turning pink before he leans back in, sealing your lips with his, almost like a promise. Butterflies swarming your stomach as you imagine a family with this man. However, those thoughts are cut short as he deepens the kiss, shifting you so back lands softly against the mattress. 

As  his lips wander to the exposed section of your chest, you breathlessly ask, “Since my Doctor is here, I want to ask… Is it safe to have sex while pregnant?” A smile spreads across your face when you hear the amused huff against your chest.

He slowly raises his head, speaking as he slowly kisses up your neck, His voice far too raspy to be professional at this point.

“While there is no simple yes or no and nuance is always required,” his voice pauses as he reaches your lips, staring down at you for a moment in wonder, “Yes, yes it is.” With that, he swallows your lips once again. 

Sylus 

Walking into the restaurant, you already knew Sylus was onto you. You’ve been too on edge, and frankly, too nice, since he picked you up. Who would’ve thought being kind to your lover could be a give away, but whatever. At least he hasn’t called you out yet, but you’ve seen the raised eyebrows out of the corner of your eye and heard the silent chuckles under his breath. He’s playing along for now, but it’s coming soon.

Still, he continues as though everything is normal. You truly wish you could do the same. Pregnant. The word danced at the tip of your tongue. A word you didn’t expect to say for years, maybe ever, at least in relation to yourself. You truly didn’t believe the test when you took it. You immediately made a doctor's appointment thinking it was a mistake. Hearing congratulations from the medical staff felt like salt on a wound. Shouldn’t they be trained to not assume all pregnancies are wanted? You mentally chastise the staff before pausing…

You haven’t really thought about how you feel about this pregnancy yet. It's all so sudden, it doesn’t feel real. Yet the longer you are in Sylus’ presence, you realize how nervous you are feeling about whether he will want this baby or not. What do you do if he doesn’t? What do you do if he does? 

“We’ll try this bottle.” Sylus’ voice cuts through your thoughts as he begins to order a bottle of wine. 

“I think I’ll just have water tonight, Sylus.” You say, picking up the water already poured for each of you and sipping it.

Sylus pauses for a moment, clearly noting yet another odd occurrence, before continuing with the order, “one glass of the pinot noir then” The waiter immediately walks away and Sylus turns his attention fully back to you. His normal smile falling on his face, he motions towards the water then to you. “It seems you have something on your mind. I have an excellent ear.” he says with a smile.

“I… have something to talk to you about. However, I’d like to enjoy dinner, can we do it later?” You propose. Taking another anxious sip of water. You need just a bit more time.

“I would also like to enjoy our dinner. So I suggest we do it now.” He counters. A fake playfulness masking his demand. “We haven’t even ordered yet so we have plenty of time, plus…” He pauses looking at you up and down, “watching you sit there ruminating will ruin my appetite, sweetie.”

“Sylus, I don’t want to do this right now.” you respond, voice strained. Maybe you should’ve given an excuse instead. 

“If this is serious, we can leave now and have this discussion elsewhere.” His voice has also lost any semblance of lightness. 

Staring down the task ahead of you, an anxiety you didn’t realize the depths of takes hold. You feel your heart rate accelerating and your eyesight is quickly shrinking. You are breathing yet, it suddenly feels like there is no air. You jump to your feet, mumbling “E-excuse me.” and you rush to the bathroom. If Sylus said anything else to you, you didn’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. 

Locking the door behind you, you couldn’t help but be grateful it was a single unit bathroom. You lean against the wall, catching your breath while rubbing your finger in circles on your lower stomach. Every chaotic thought over the last few days resurfaced at once but one kept overwhelming the rest, increasing your panic with second. What if he doesn’t want this baby?

The realization hit you like a brick to the head and all you could do was squat down and try and fail to fight back tears. You want this baby. You want him to want this baby. You are terrified he won’t. God please, want this too. 

Suddenly you feel a whoosh of air behind you as the door supporting you disappears, sending you tumbling back against something else. You look up surprised and confused to see Sylus standing there. Jaw tight and brow furrowed, like he is angry. You realize how pathetic you must look, laying on the ground in the hall of a restaurant with tears running down your face. You quickly scramble to get to your feet when Sylus snaps you up off the ground and walks out of the restaurant without a word. You bury your head into his neck in embarrassment hoping it will all be over soon. 

A valet already had the car waiting out front so he was able to quickly open the car door and gently set you inside, strapping you in, before settling himself into the driver's seat. As he drives away you lean your head back, mortified by how tonight went. “I am so embarrassed.” you lament out loud. 

Sylus seems to take this as a dig at his actions, sarcastically responding, “Well next time you run off and lock yourself in the bathroom, respond to the person who has been knocking for 5 minutes. Then you won’t have to be embarrassed when they unlock the door and carry you out.” He was speeding, which was normal but he felt more reckless tonight. 

“I know. You didn’t embarrass me, I embarrassed me. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t answer you. It sounds stupid but I didn’t hear you.” You apologize, feeling defeated. What a crappy night. You decide to just rest your head against the window quietly for the rest of the drive. 

I’m definitely not telling him tonight. You think to yourself. Not with how things have already gone. 

As you gaze out the window you feel a warm hand gently grab your thigh, assuringly massaging it. “I wasn’t looking for an apology and you certainly did nothing to owe one.” His warm voice breaks the silence. And then, after a long pause, he decides to confront the real issue. “Is what you have to talk about that frightening?

“I didn’t think so but I realized tonight it’s terrifying.” You assert calmly, still looking out the window. The warmth in his voice was comforting, certainly lifting your mood, but you still couldn’t find it in yourself right now. You were still depleted. 

“Funny how shooting me didn’t enact this level of terror.” He playfully drawls.

“It was different back then. I didn’t li-” Feeling the need to defend yourself, you only pause after starting, realizing you walked into his trap. You hear a chuckle from the driver's side while you fight off a smile yourself. 

“You didn’t like me?” He repeats and completes. “Does that insinuate that now you do? I supposed that eliminates a few terrifying conversation topics. We’re getting somewhere.” He teases. Occupied by the conversation, you belatedly realized the car was coming to a stop. When did he slow down? Where are we? You had been looking out the window but you weren’t absorbing your surroundings. Looking again, you realize you are parked at a vista overlook outside the city.

A gentle squeeze on your thigh gets you to finally turn towards Sylus. He’s leaning on the steering wheel, turning his body towards you. His hand on your thigh moves up to brush your hair out of your face. He's searching your eyes to see if he should back off or keep pushing. 

Turning your head, you press a light kiss into the palm of his hand before leaning forward and doing the same on his lips. It doesn’t take long before it deepens, and you feel Sylus’s seat adjust back while his arm pulls you from your seat into his lap. You pull back from the kiss to speak, “Hey Sylus..” but he quickly follows, cutting you off with a short kiss before responding.

“Hm… Yes, Kitten?” He murmurs against your skin as he begins to kiss down your chin towards your neck. 

Leaning your head back to give him more access, you mumble out the remainder of your sentence, “I’m pregnant.”

As to be expected, his kisses halted and his wandering hands froze on your body. After a few seconds, he leans back in his seat to get a better look at you. “Will you repeat that again, sweetie?”

“I’m pregnant, Sylus.”

He chuckles, “Just making sure I heard you correctly.” One of his hands begins to move again, roaming from your back to your lower stomach. He stares at his hand and your stomach. “I understand your terror now. Having a child is a formidable task, it is not something to be taken lightly.”

You place your hand over his. “Having the child isn’t what has been scaring me. Your reaction, whether you… want this child… That is what terrifies me.” 

His hand escapes yours and raises up to pinch your chin and direct towards his sharp gaze. “I have never done something I was not prepared to take responsibility for. Never. That does not change today.” 

He releases your chin before pulling you closer to resume kissing your neck. “Besides, as I said, children are challenging. When have you and I…” He pauses to leave a few more lingering kisses, “ever shied away from a challenge?” You hear excitement in his voice as you let your mind melt into his embrace. 

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he was a creature of the night, he never worried much about the exhaustion normal people felt when it was this late. that didn't mean he was willing to let you fall without being there to catch you.

"it seems my kitten's been pushing herself too hard." he mused, lifting you up carefully into his arms and kissing your forehead. "oh well, how unfortunate that you've fallen into my arms."

he was graceful, methodical, as he got you ready for bed. your nightly routines done with an ease most wouldn't expect from him, your pajamas slipped onto your sleeping frame with complete care. he showed you a gentleness he never showed anyone else, and a part of him was glad you were asleep so you couldn't tease him on it.

your skin was practically glowing by the time he was done with you. not once did he let you go as he laid down, your weight resting comfortably ontop of him. while he wouldn't usually sleep around this time, he was more than willing to do so to stay close to you.

it was why when your alarm went off in the morning, he was still there, fast asleep with you in his arms. you had attempted to sneak out, but all he had to do was tighten his grip and nuzzle deeper into you before you realized you were completely and utterly trapped.

if it were any other day, you would've put up a bigger fight. you would've tried to squirm out of his arms, grumbling until he eventually let you go. but the exhaustion still seeped in from last night, so you were content to stay with him.

and it was clear sylus was more than content to have you in his arms as he wrapped you up even tighter against him.

most people would call it spoiling, but he genuinely believed it was what he was meant to do. he wouldn't let you lift a finger, always doing everything in his power to ensure you lived comfortably when he was nearby.

it was why the explosion shifted your entire perspective on life.

caleb was no longer there to catch you when you fell. caleb was no longer there to memorize your favorite foods and drinks, or to hold your hand as you walked through crowds together.

for the first time in a long time, you were completely and utterly alone. and rather than being eased into it, you were forced into independence like a baby bird forced to flight.

it was hard, and it took everything within you, but you learned. you learned to be independent, and you learned to take care of yourself because nobody else would.

your safe place was gone. and you were expected to go along with it like nothing had happened.

you hardened to the world after that. became your own safe place, your own pillar of support.

and you just couldn't change it all when caleb came back.

for all the secrets he kept from you, he still acted like things hadn't changed. like it hadn't been a year since he disappeared, and like you were the crazy one for not falling back into routine.

but how could you? how could you fall into his embrace, rely on him again, when it seemed so clear he would never stay by your side the same way?

you shied away from his touches, insisting you could do things on your own, things that he used to do for you.

and while he didn't say anything at first, you could tell it upset him.

a clenched jaw here, a narrowing of eyes there, you tried to ignore it for the sake of not getting into an argument.

"seriously, pips, i got it-"

"it's fine," you nudged him away with your shoulder, carrying in your bags with a huff. you were staying in skyhaven for a mission, but as always, caleb insisted you stayed with him. "i know where the room is."

"i know you do, but-" he moved to stand in front of you, blocking your way in with a gleam to his eyes you hadn't seen before. "just let me take your bags. please?"

you knew he was far too stubborn to move to the side, so you quietly relented, handing him your bags. he gave you a relieved smile, taking them to your room and putting them down.

"i could've done that." you sighed, and you didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed.

"you could have," his tone was light, but there was an edge to it, "but i wanted to do it for you." he turned back to you, smiling, "remember how you used to complain about having to carry your bags, so you'd always make me take them?"

"yeah, but things are different now." you're different stayed unspoken, but the intent was there.

caleb sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. you tried not to look at how much space he took up. "okay, let's stop playing around. what's up with you?"

"what do you mean?"

"you know exactly what i mean, pips." he reached a hand out, poking your forehead, "usually you're all for letting me do everything for you. what's going on?"

"are you serious?" you laughed, incredulous. "you really expect things to be normal after you-"

"after i what?" he was looming over you now, and it took everything in you to not push him away.

"after you died?" your voice cracked, and it was like the dam broke with it. "i've gone so long without you, and you expect me to be fine with you coming back like nothing's happened?" you couldn't help the sobs that escaped, covering your face away from him. "i missed you so much, and now you're here, but all i can think about is you leaving again-"

his call of your name was low, broken in the air between you as he gently grabbed your wrists. "look at me." when you finally relented, he smiled at you, ignoring his own tears as he wiped at your face.

"i'm not going anywhere." he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours. "you hear me? nothing's gonna take me away from you ever again." he tilted his head to press a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. "so you can rely on me, like you always have. i'll be here to catch you, no matter how long it takes."

all your life, you never quite belonged anywhere. people never bothered getting close to you, to most you were someone to bring along just to have another person nearby.

nobody really took the time to get to know you, and you thought you were fine with it. you were fine drifting from group to group, not belonging with anyone or anywhere.

you only realized how wrong you were when you started dating sylus.

suddenly, there was someone who wanted to be involved with everything. suddenly, there was someone interested in everything about you.

and it was terrifying.

it wasn't like you didn't trust him. he was absolutely wonderful with you, always patient and willing to give you your needed alone time.

but the thought of being known so intimately when you had done nothing but be in the shadows your entire life was frightening.

you weren't quite sure you were willing to step into the light just yet.

and sylus never pushed you. he was just constant, steady, always there to catch you when you fall.

the reality of it came crashing down one night. you had been sitting on the couch together, a comfortable silence between you both as you worked on some leftover documents. a glance his way revealed him on his phone, quiet to not disturb you. his hand rested on your knee all the while.

a wave of emotion crashed over you, one that was overwhelming. he was unlike anyone you had ever met before, so willing to meet you where you were and never pushing for anything more. he didn't dismiss you, didn't use you..

before you knew it, you were crying.

sylus, always tuned into everything about you, looked up from his phone and immediately slid closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "it's alright, sweetie, i've got you." he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, watching you carefully. "are you alright? did something happen?"

"no, i just.." you sniffled, leaning deeper into his embrace. "i'm grateful for you. more than you know. i've never.. never had anyone to rely on before."

sylus' expression softened, and he gently tilted your head towards his with a smile. "i'm more than happy to change that, kitten." he lowered his head, nuzzling his nose against yours. "you deserve someone who will listen, someone to lean on. if the world is ever too much.." he brushed his lips against yours, "i'll be here for you, no matter what trials we may face."

and in the quiet of his living room, his heart beating against yours, you knew you believed him.

He sits on the edge of the bed. Rubs your arm through the blanket. "What can I do to help, sweetie?" he asks, patient and willing to give all of himself for your returning happiness.

You lower the blankets and squint up at him. Your angel, haloed by the golden sun that casts on him. Silver hair glowing orange-yellow. "Lay on me?" you murmur, knowing how stupid it sounds.

But he doesn't treat it like the world's dumbest request. He just nods. You watch him kick off his shoes and stand. He blocks the sun while he opens your blankets and encourages you to lay on your back. He slips inside, laying himself overtop of you, his head aligned with your chest and arms wrapping under you. His whole weight pressing down on you, alive and breathing and warm.

You wrap your arms around him in turn, tangling your fingers in his hair to play with the soft strands, burying your face in the crown of his head to hide from light once again. "Thank you," you whisper to him.

zayne would rather stay in his nightmares. nothing he sees in them is scarier than what he fears he might wake up to every day.

he silences the alarm a bit slower than usual. he’s hardly concerned it will wake you anymore.

the blanket hangs half off your body—you’ve shifted it in your sleep. he wraps it back around you, taking in your soft expression. lying to himself.

right now, you look entirely at peace.

with tired eyes and heavy breaths, he allows himself to hope. he allows himself to wish.

maybe today will be better.

12 p.m.

he doesn't have much time.

this is a collection of works written with certain mental conditions/phenomena in mind. i studied psychology and am neurodivergent myself, but nothing here contains medical advice. all of these are created from personal experiences or things that have been shared with me. please read with regard for yourself 🤍

caleb

stupid thermometer (fluff/comfort, ocd/anxiety/health anxiety)

cheek pinching (fluff/comfort, implied autism)

obsessions (comfort, ocd/anxiety)

dog (angst, separation anxiety & attachment issues from caleb’s perspective)

sylus

i think i left my stove on (comfort, ocd/anxiety)

you’ve lost your appetite (comfort/fluff, depression/anxiety/stress/disordered eating)

three things (fluff, adhd)

pre-relationship argument (angst/fluff. unaddressed trauma & self-worth issues(?) from sylus’s perspective)

the world when you're with me (comfort/fluff. avoidant attachment style, hyper-independence)

zayne

can (be safe again) (comfort. trauma/anxiety/fear, stimming to self-soothe)

i want to be an orchid (angst, depression. tw: suicidal ideation)

an off day (fluff/angst/reverse comfort, burnout from zayne’s perspective)

it’s nice to have a friend (reverse comfort/fluff, implied autism from zayne’s perspective)

touch sensitivity (angst/fluff, implied autism from zayne’s perspective)

you just need to get better (comfort, insecurity/imposter syndrome)

good heart (fluff/reverse comfort, self-consciousness & implied autism from zayne’s perspective)

winterbreak (angst/smut. depression, unspecified mental illness, elements of borderline personality disorder, attachment/abandonment issues. tw: age gap, suicidality, implied suicide)

all lads LIs

˚. ౿ 🌸 OBSESSION ﾉ xia caleb x female reader ៹ college au, jock caleb, established relationship, caleb is a little off his rocker, so is reader, silly little crack fic, caleb wears his gfs panties, that's the fic. i wrote this idea rewatching john tucker must die at 2am last night so this is not proofread ˓˓ WORD COUNT ᨀ 1.7k ish !

caleb is grossly, irrevocably, indescribably whipped for you. he’d live inside of your skin if he could find a way to make it happen. carve out an itty bitty home for himself underneath your ribcage and set up shop near your heart where he could keep it safe. you know it. your friends know it. his teammates definitely know it. hell, everybody on skyhaven university’s campus knows that caleb xia, captain and star point guard of the basketball team, is pathetically gone for his darling girl. 

you’re a steady, constant presence in the gym even when you’re not physically there. your pastel bunny bag charm swings from the zipper of caleb’s duffel bag. your initials are stitched into the wristbands he wears on game day. and he can’t, for the life of him, stop bringing you up in conversations. “my girl makes the best spicy noodles,” he’ll gush when someone mentions food, or, “gotta call my baby, she’s probably missing me right now,” before he facetimes you in the middle of pregame workouts. can anyone really blame the guy? you’re the most precious thing on campus and he’s convinced your smile alone can solve the global warming crisis.

caleb’s friends all think it’s a phase, their captain’s first real relationship. they figure he’ll get it out of his system in a few months and grow tired of you after a night out around even prettier girls with sweet eyes just for him. but they have no idea.

no one understands just how far gone caleb is until the day he bends over to tie the laces of his basketball shoes during a quick break and his low-slung shorts end up riding down just a fraction.

and there it is.

a delicate strip of strawberry cream lace, stretched across the sharp cut of his hipbones. a stunned hush falls over the basketball court, broken only by the slow dribble of a forgotten ball that bounces down the court.

“dude,” caleb’s best friend, gideon, chokes out, “what the fuck is that?”

Ship: Sylus x Plus Sized AFAB!Reader Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Content Ahead, AFAB!Reader, No Y/N, Not Beta Read Content Warnings: Oviposition, Breeding, Pregnancy Discussions, Creampie, Pussy Worship, Body Worship, P-in-V Sex, Spitting Word Count: 2.2k A/N: Based off this blurb by @leighsartworks216. This is an extremely self indulgent fic I had to make after reading the blurb. Its short and just pure smut, enjoy! (Also I did write some stuff for a part two, it just didn't fit with this part!)

Cross Posted to AO3!

Sylus slammed into you relentlessly, his grip so tight by the end of the night you’re going to be littered with bruises. Your hands desperately clawed at his back and arms, attempting to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. Despite your body begging for a break, any attempts at voicing your pleas came out in broken moans and whimpers. Sylus usually wore you out, but today felt like a different beast entirely. You hadn’t even accomplished your main objective and your hole already felt wrecked. The conversation you two had leading up to your intense lovemaking was riling him up to a degree that you seldom saw in your lover. Sylus was not an easy man to coax his desires out of, if anything it felt as if he would actively hide them from you so as not to cloud your own preferences. Even when you begged him to open up to you, he rarely allowed himself that moment of vulnerability. Maybe his Aether Core had been acting up again for quite some time for him to relinquish this information up so quickly, but you were by no means complaining. 

When you finally managed to wring the truth from him, he divulged in a deep seated kink he had been wanting to try out. While you weren’t well versed in what he was asking, you were completely on board to experiment with him. Just being able to hear him passionately talk about how he wished he could breed you full of eggs got you turned on enough that you two decided to test the waters out immediately. Being the man he was, Sylus had been preparing for this scenario for a very long time. Even though he doubted this fantasy would ever come true, he wasn’t going to be unprepared. He simply wasn’t the man to leave any stone unturned, and once again that virtue weighed in his favor.  

After feeling your body convulse around his cock, Sylus grunted, his own body steering itself through its own orgasmic bliss. Every time he was given the luxury of being able to worship your body, he treasured it as if it were the last time he would ever get to. The intense euphoria he felt flooding your womb with his cum was a high he never wanted to come down from. 

Your body collapsed onto the soft mattress, muscles twitching from your climax. Sylus gazed upon your flushed face, your plump lips parted as you tried to catch your breath, the way your hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks with sweat. Just from looking upon your form, you could both feel his cock twitch inside you. As much as he’d love to flip you over and do it all over again, he was almost shaking with excitement to fill you up a different way. 

“Mmm…Don’t let it spill out, love,” He cooed. Reluctantly he pulled out, relishing the small whimper that left you as he did, he turned his attention towards the toy he had laid out on the bed. It was a black and red ovipositor he had bought, stuffed to the brim with silicone eggs of varying sizes. The toy was smaller compared to his own large size, but not many toys were able to match those dimensions after all. As he grabbed the toy, he pulled one of your legs over his own, spreading you once again. His large hands massaged your plump thighs, hoping to ease any tension in your body before continuing. “Are you still alright, Kitten?” You nodded tiredly and moved some of the hair sticking to your cheeks away from your face. While you already felt a bit exhausted from Sylus’ passionate enthusiasm, you were far from tapping out for the night. 

His hands roamed your body as he watched your expression carefully. A part of him was expecting you to decide at the last minute you don’t want to go through with his silly kink. No matter how long he idled, massaging the fat around your stomach, or savoring the hefty weight of your breasts in his palms, you never spoke up. Eventually his eyes trailed back down to your cunt, watching it pulsate with desire as if he hadn’t just been wildly pounding it moments ago. He moved the toy closer to your entrance before dragging the tip upwards. Nudging the exotic tip against your swollen clit, he observed you. Every whimper that came from your throat, and every time your wide hips humped the air to chase the stimulation only fueled his arousal further.

“Alright, Kitten, I’m putting the toy in now. Tell me if it feels uncomfortable.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your knee as he prodded it inside of you. Inch by inch of the toy sunk deeper inside of you before the base of the toy teased your entrance. Your body still writhed with pleasure as the silicone slid through your overstimulated walls. It wasn’t as big or as warm as the cock you loved so much, but its bumpy texture still rubbed against your most sensitive spots just as pleasurably. Once he felt the toy was deep enough, he pressed on the toy’s base and watched as the small humps of silicone made their way through the shaft. Small gasps left your mouth as you could feel the eggs bump and nestle together internally. When Sylus first enlightened you on this kink, you weren’t sure how you were going to feel about being filled up by an egg spitting dildo. To your surprise, it ended up being an unexpected and pleasurable feeling. Even though Sylus’ cock was able to reach you much deeper, there was something so erotic about the way each egg slowly pushed one another to go deeper inside you. 

“You’re taking them so well, Kitten. Look at how well you take them.” There was a desperation to his voice, as if he was holding himself back from diving right back in. He was enthralled watching each egg slide its way inside of you. His eyes never left your pussy, the way it clung to the sides of the ovipositor, how it quivered with each egg that slipped past its walls. Before he knew it, the toy was empty and all of the eggs he had prepared were now inside of you. Just to rile you up further, he thrusted the dildo gently a couple of times before pulling it out. 

“S-Sy~ I feel so full~” You whined, hips wriggling gently from the sensation. Every time you moved, you swore you felt the eggs moving around in your womb. 

“I know, Kitten. Fuck, you did so well though,” He leaned down and kissed your cheeks, almost nuzzling himself against your face. He slid a hand down underneath your stomach, rubbing the plushness of your body in hopes to feel you swole with the eggs. “Can you imagine carrying my eggs sweetie? I’d fuck a whole dragon’s nest nestled inside your womb. I’d build such a nice nest for you…for our family.” He groaned lowly, his hot breath tickling your ear as he imagined you round and pregnant with his seed. With his eggs. 

He caught your lips into a passionate kiss, your tongues swirled together as he desperately grunted into your mouth. As much as he’d love to nuzzle you and your pregnant belly for the rest of the night, he yearned to see you give birth to his hoard of eggs. He pulled away slowly,  a string of saliva connecting your mouths as he moved down between your legs. He made himself comfortable, one hand never leaving your belly, and the other massaging circles into your inner thigh. His gaze was enthralled by your dripping hole leaking onto the blankets below. He could already see the edge of one egg struggling to not fall out so easily. God, the sight already had him throbbing against the duvet. 

“Let go for me, Kitten.” He growled, biting the side of your thigh gently with his teeth. The sensation had you shuddering. You nodded, following his command and began to push. The first one fell out with no complications, unceremoniously falling onto the puddle beneath your ass. As each egg came out, he watched intensely as your hole stretched around the silicone. A mix of your juices and his cum coated each of the eggs and Sylus couldn’t help but wish he could’ve given you more of his seed just so he could watch it ooze out around the eggs. He didn’t give a damn about the mess that was being made, he’d make an even bigger one if you weren’t already so worn out.

“You’re so good for me, pretty girl.” He hummed, biting the inside of his cheek. An instinct he thought had long gone dormant inside of him began to swell up as he continued to watch you push out each egg. His days of being a fearsome dragon were over so he would never be able to breed a hoard of eggs into you, but by God the absolute need to do so had never fizzled away. Hoisting your thigh over his shoulder, he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart so that he could see even better. Every twitch, every drop of cum, and every whimper was at his mercy. Even if you wanted to hide away, he wasn’t going to let this out of his sight as he savored every single second. His eyes never tore away from you even as you struggled to squeeze out the next egg. He was going to leave you be, but he couldn’t help but tease you. Pulling his mouth away, he drug his fingers along the silicone egg, slowly thrusting it back inside. 

“N-Ngn~! S-Sylus…Y-You’re pushing it back i-in?” You could feel the resistance hitting your walls so you idled for a moment, allowing him to nudge it back into your aching cunt. Even now as you laid bare and sensitive, he was finding new ways to tease you, like a predator toying with his prey. 

“M’Sorry Kitten, I couldn’t help myself. I promise I’ll be good. Go ahead and push for me, love.” His voice was breathy and drenched in arousal as if he was finally succumbing to everything he had been tucking away. Taking a deep breath, you began to push again, feeling that familiar stretch all over again. Your hole pulsated around the egg until one more squeeze finally popped it out, landing onto the puddle of slick and cum underneath you. 

“God…My beautiful. My beloved. My treasure…My mate. ” He growled. After watching the struggle, Sylus couldn’t hold back anymore, he couldn’t resist cleaning up the cum that connected from the silicone egg to your delicious pussy. His mouth crashed against your pussy, sloppily flicking his tongue along the silicone toy. The hardness of the toy juxtaposing your silky smooth walls had his head spinning. Feeling just how warm it had been from being settled in your womb you had him rutting the blankets like a dog in heat. You felt him moan into your pussy as he laid his tongue flat against you. Lapping at the mix of cum dripping from your cunt, he felt your hole begging to deliver the last egg. He drew his mouth back long enough to utter more praises onto your clit. 

“It’s the last one, my love. You can do it, lay my baby for me, pretty girl.” His mouth turns feral, as the soft kisses he began to lay turned into bites along your inner thighs. With each bite he immediately soothed it over with his tongue. He wasn’t sure if this is to ground you or him at this moment as he eagerly awaited for you to lay the final egg. Wanting to be good for him, you nod furiously, toes curling as you begin to push. To help encourage your final push, he pulled away from your inner thighs long enough to spit a glob of spit onto your clit. It wasn’t as if your pussy wasn’t soaked enough between your own arousal and his cum, but the extra lubrication felt heavenly as his fingers circled your clit with vigor. 

“F-Fuck Sy~! S’too much~!” You cried out, legs shaking around his shoulders. Sylus’ hips began to thrust harder against the fabric of the bedspread, chasing his own release to match yours. After just two pushes, the egg came out and landed onto the nest that you’ve created. Sylus’ body goes rigid as he spurts his semen onto the duvet as your body finally relaxed knowing your womb was empty. Sylus quickly sat up, and took your mouth into his. You could taste the both of you on his tongue as he sloppily kissed you. You pant breathlessly against his lips, struggling to catch your breath. Your hands roamed his face, moving his equally sweaty bangs away from his flushed face. “D-Did I do good?”