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Hc: Xavier’s nickname for you being bunny because he thinks it’s so cute and loves watching the way you bounce on it

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If taboo, why delicious? And here is a shortfic.
Caleb was careful about what he called you in bed.
There were many names he liked to use: love, baby, princess. He called you everything but your childhood nickname—anything that didn't allude to the taboo of your relationship.
But it was there, always on the tip of his tongue.
It was something he constantly had to bite back when he lost himself in you.
And of course, like with everything, you followed his lead.
“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” you would say. You would gasp, moan into the sheets, yell his name over and over.
Caleb.
Because calling him what you wanted, what you’ve called him all your life, was a line you were both scared to cross.
But Caleb was just a man, pitiable and soft in the face of lust.
You were straddling his lap on your bed, his arms locked around your waist. He guided you up and down on his length.
Your head was thrown back. His was buried in your chest, nipping, biting, kissing any inch of skin that he could. The white noise of the fan drowned out by the frantic sounds of your passion.
It slipped out.
“Meimei, my baby sister.” His words cut through whimpers.
You couldn't help the way you reacted, how you clenched tight around him or how his words lit a fire between your legs. You answered the only way you knew how, burying your face in his neck, you cried—
“Gege."
And Caleb, who has always known control and always been mindful of your limits, lost it.
Like a man possessed, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, and how he slammed you down onto himself could only be described as desperation.
It was the forbidden fruit that Caleb has yearned for his entire life.
“Say it again. Say my name.”
"Caleb," you tried to say, but he cut you off.
“Not that. No.”
He punished you by pushing in deeper, faster, matching your drops with an upward thrust.
“Ge—” you could barely speak. He was robbing the air from your lungs and choking the words out of your mouth. There was no kindness in how he moved, only desire and hunger. You could almost feel him in your throat.
“Meimei, my meimei," Caleb chanted over and over again as his breath grew ragged and his rhythm began to falter. Fragments of his mantra flooded out between groans.
“My meimei.”
Depravity mixed with love and adoration. You felt the world tilt.
You shut your eyes when you came and your rationale shattered alongside you. He kept moving—taking, using—chasing his own release.
It didn't take long for him to follow, but he asked for one thing before he let himself go.
He asked you to say it again, to call him by that name that carried every line you've ever crossed, that signified breaking every boundary he's ever tried to build with you.
“Gege.”
It was barely a whisper, broken and muffled against his skin, but he heard it. And it was enough.
Your stomach filled with a warmth that you could only describe as his.
"Fuck."
It wasn't often you got to hear Caleb curse.
Between ragged breaths and sweaty skin, you melted into each other as the afterglow set in.
“I love you, ge.”
And he replied the only way he knew how—with a breathy chuckle and a kiss on your forehead.
“I love you more, meimei.”
I Almost Lost You...
Cameos from all the boys~
3.8K words. Lightly proofread. Angst/fluff. cw: hospital, injuries, surgery, Sylus being worried, healing, Zayne in doctor mode
Sylus didn’t get spam calls. He owned the cellphone company his phone was run through and he made sure he wouldn’t get any call that would waste his time. So when he got a call from a local number he didn’t recognize, he answered it.
He knew you were going into the No-Hunt Zone today so he was extra vigilant. Maybe your phone died and were calling from an outpost or borrowing a coworker's phone. You had a bad habit of letting your phone die. So he knew any random phone number to most likely be you.
He didn’t expect a man’s voice on the other line when he answered.
“Is this Skye?”
Sylus’ hand stops writing on the document in front of him. Skye was the name you used to protect his identity from the Hunter’s Association. Whoever was calling, was calling about you.
“Yes it is.” He confirms.
“This is Doctor Li at Akso Hospital,” he tells Sylus he is calling on your behalf. “You are listed as her emergency contact.”
Zayne. Sylus knew him. You’d talked about him often, being a good friend you grew up with and your primary care physician. He was unaware you had listed him as your emergency contact. Later, he will have time to be honored. Now, something had happened and he needed to get to you. He stood, already heading for the door.
“What happened?”
“She sustained nearly fatal injuries on her mission today. She was brought in in time and we were able to stabilize her, but we are taking her into surgery. We encourage you to come and wait for updates.”
He’s outside, on his bike, revving it up by the time Zayne finishes speaking. He tells him he is on his way before hanging up and speeding off.
He gets to the hospital in under ten minutes, ignoring any and all speed limits. He knows which roads to take in Linkon to avoid getting caught. He barely shuts off his bike and doesn’t even bother standing it properly. It falls with a loud clang.
He doesn’t care. He will fix it or buy a new one. Nothing matters right now except for getting inside and finding you.
He scares the nurse at the front desk when he says your name like a threat.
“S-Sir, are you Skye? Her emergency—”
He cuts her off. “Yes. Where is she?”
He doesn’t have time for pointless questions. And they sure as hell better not make him fill out any paperwork. He might just raise the whole hospital if they try him beyond taking him right to you.
Too scared to ask any of the usual questions, she has another nurse lead him to the family waiting room for the operating wing. There are few other families in there, huddled together. Some look beyond worried while others simply look bored. Sylus didn’t know what he looked like, but he knew it wasn’t pleasant. Based on the scared side eyes he was getting.
He didn’t care. And he didn’t sit. Flat out refused when the nurse offered him a seat or a drink. He stared her down as she tried to escape back through the door.
“Tell Dr. Li, I'm here. Bring him to me.”
She tried to tell him Zayne would likely be busy with patients, but he ignored her, leaving no room for argument or excuse. He knew he was being cruel. Better yet, he knew you wouldn’t like him behaving like this. He would make up for it later. Apologize and offer the staff he terrorizes new cars or something else extravagant.
For now, he claims a corner of the room where he can see every little movement. He stands, back pressed against the conjoining walls, and stares at the ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ door.
When Zayne finally comes to see him, he has to break Sylus out of his trance.
“Skye.” He says with a little force. He’d said it a few times already and Sylus hadn’t moved.
This time, his gaze shifted to the doctor. He noticed he looked rather distressed, himself. He knew of his fondness for you. The friendship you shared and the history you two had. Sylus had grown to accept he was not the only person that cared about you. How could he be? You shined everywhere you went. People are drawn to you and the amazing light you give off. But now in this moment, seeing Zayne subtly disheveled, irked him.
Zayne knew who he really was. He was decent enough to keep up appearances in public, but he’d made it known he doesn’t care for Sylus. Doesn’t trust him with you or your safety, given how dangerous of a life he lived. He claimed it was his ‘doctorly concerns’ but even he couldn’t hide behind such a facade. A thick layer of tension was always between the two men.
“What happened to her?”
Zayne lets out a small sigh and speaks quietly. “According to her partner, while they were in No Hunt Zone 14, they encountered a powerful Ignitus Wyrmlord. Stronger than they’d seen before. He was able to take it down, but she was thrown against a tree and crushed under a large branch that fell. She sustained a concussion, several broken ribs, right collarbone break, left shoulder dislocation, and a cracked pelvis.”
Sylus listened intently, not even blinking or taking a breath. Each word was like the sword in his chest all over again. His girl. His precious gem was broken and shattered. She was in pain and he wasn’t there to help her. He would have caught her. Blasted the tree into a million splinters before it ever had the chance to touch her.
Her partner. Xavier. He would be having words with him.
As if he could hear his thoughts, Zayne continued. “Xavier brought her in immediately. If he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, she likely would have died. But they stabilized her and the operation is going well. I have been getting regular updates from the nurses. She is going to be okay, Skye.”
Despite his apprehension of Zayne as a person, Sylus trusts him as a doctor. He believes that you will be okay. But until you are awake and in his arms again, he won’t be able to relax. Even then, he will just think about how close he came to losing you again.
Sylus nods. “How long will it be?”
“Likely up to three hours. More if there are complications, but things are steady. They will come and get you as soon as she is settled in the ICU.”
He nods again, mumbling something that resembles a thank you and goes back to staring at the door. Zayne understands the conversation is over and leaves the room to return to his work.
Sylus stands and waits. Every time the door opens and the nurse talks to another family, his jaw clenches. Hours pass and when the nurse comes through the door and looks right at him, he’s pushing off the wall and following immediately.
He’s led through the ICU, all the way to the end where they say your bed is. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. All other noises fade and time seems to slow. Like an unmoving nightmare, he is walking as fast as he can, but not getting anywhere. The pathway is so long and you are at the very end of it. Why did they put you so far away? You are the furthest from the nurse’s station. Did they even care if you were alright?
The nurse is speaking to him, but he hears none of it. He’s overtaken her strides now and is finally just a few feet away from your little corner with the closed curtain. He grabs at the fabric and draws it back with a force that surprisingly did not rip the hooks from the ceiling.
And there you were. Bandaged. Bruised. Broken. Your hair is a mess, tangled and dirty. You’re hooked up to IV and oxygen, tubes strung all over the place. And the heart monitor beeps like a cruel mantra.
He walks to your side, scanning over your figure. You seem to be wrapped up efficiently. His heart clenches at the amount of pain you will be in when you wake up. He will make sure you have what you need to ease the pain as much as possible.
He leans down and presses the most delicate kiss on your head, very careful not to make you move even a millimeter.
“I’m here, kitten. I won’t leave your side. I promise.”
Sylus watched you for a long time, finally taking a seat right next to your bed. As painful as this was, he wanted to commit it to memory. To make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
Nurses came in and out regularly, never speaking to him. Nor him to them. He just watched and made sure they did their job properly. In the quiet moments, he would look at his phone to send a few texts. Mostly to Luke and Kieran who were almost as worried as he was. He told them they could come visit when you were awake and settled into your recovery room.
He also sent a few emails, cancelling his meetings and appearances for the next month. Longer, if that’s what it takes. He said he wouldn’t leave your side and he meant it.
He only sleeps when exhaustion takes over. It renders him helpless and forces him into a catnap. The longest it lasts is maybe twenty minutes until another nurse comes in to do their rounds. He curses himself for falling asleep and orders another cup of coffee.
You wake up early the next morning, just when the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon. Sylus notices your breathing started to change just a few minutes before that so he was already watching you, waiting to see a change.
Your brow furrows and a small groan barely leaves your lips. Your body shifts and your eyes flutter open. Sylus is the first thing you see. He’s sitting as close as he can to you, his hand placed next to yours on the bed, touching just barely.
You open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head.
“Shh, kitten. Don’t speak. You are safe. You’re at Akso. You got really hurt on your mission and had to have surgery. But you pulled through, my brave kitten. You are going to be okay. Here, drink.”
He grabs the water cup on your table and holds the straw up to your mouth. Weakly, you manage to take a drink, but he can tell it causes you pain. But you definitely need the fluids so he encourages you to drink as much as you can.
“Good girl. There we go. You’re going to recover in no time. Your doctor friend will be here soon to explain more to you.”
Hearing that Zayne has been looking after you makes you feel better, but you still have a lot of questions. What you know more than anything is you hurt. Everywhere. And Sylus has been by your side, likely the whole time.
You lift your left hand enough to place it over his. He looks down and notices you starting to tap a pattern against the back of his hand. He recognizes the morse immediately.
X-A-V-I-E-R-?
His lip tugs up. You are always so concerned about others.
“He’s alright. He finished the wanderer and brought you here. I’m sure he will be by to check on you at some point. You are going to be very popular, sweetie.”
You scrunch your nose. Right now, you cannot imagine a bunch of people coming to see you. You are exhausted and in pain. You don’t want to see anyone except Sylus. He chuckles, knowing what you are thinking.
“Don’t worry about that right now. You just need to worry about healing.”
He lowers his head and places a kiss on your hand, smiling at you. You take him in. He looks tired. Really tired. His hair is not tussled in its usual way and there are bags under his eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him and tap his hand again.
Y-O-U-O-K-A-Y-?
He wants to lie and tell you he is fine. To be strong for you so you can worry about nothing while you heal. But he knew you would see through him and he didn’t want to lie to you. He kisses your hand again.
“I’ve been uneasy, kitten. Hearing you were hurt and seeing you like this.”
He swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He looks between your eyes to see if you really wanted to hear his thoughts. You did, he knew.
“It’s not been easy. I’m not prone to feeling so… helpless. I don’t like it. I had to put my trust in the people taking care of you. It tested all of my patience.”
You try not to feel guilty, but it happens anyway. You know he would have some across the entire world to be with you, no matter the condition. And he wasn’t blaming you for any of it, but the black monster of guilt shrouds you.
His voice brings you out of your thoughts. “But what matters is you are here and you are going to be alright.”
You give his hand the tiniest squeeze and smile at him, tapping again.
L-O-V-E-Y-O-U
He smiles back, placing his other hand over the top of yours. “I love you too, kitten. So much. I’ll be here until you get better. And beyond.”
After that, Sylus calls for the nurse and instructs her to get Zayne and tell him you are awake. While you wait, he helps you drink more water and distracts you with some stories of his day before he was called in. The business deal that went well and the owners that were scared of him, as always. It makes you smile, taking your mind off the pain. As you drink more water, your voice starts to come back a little and you can croak out some words.
Zayne comes in soon after, saying your name with a sense of relief.
“Theres the snowman.”
You can tell Zayne is in doctor mode, but his lip does quirk a little at the sound of your voice.
“You gave everyone quite the scare, miss hunter. We’ve gotten a lot of phone calls about you.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Y’all are obsessed with me.”
Zayne neither confirms nor denies your accusation. He picks up your chart and looks over it. In truth, he has it memorized. He knew it by heart and studied the notes before he came in. But he needs to keep his hands busy to avoid Sylus’ searing gaze.
He goes over what happened with you and your body. What was broken or out of place and what they did during surgery. You nod along, not knowing many of the medical terms, but understanding the truth of how messed up you are. But also that you will make a full recovery. It will just take a long time.
“You’re lucky to be alive.” He finishes with a more serious tone.
You try to shrug, forgetting you can’t move due to how tightly you are wrapped. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. I won’t be done in by a damn tree.”
“Kitten.” Sylus gives you a look. One silently asking you to be careful and to listen. You sigh and look back over to Zayne.
“I’m sorry I made you guys worry. And thank you for taking such good care of me, Zayne. You and everyone here at Akso.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We are going to move you into a recovery room later today if you remain stable. I’ll be checking in on you regularly. Call if you need me.”
You thank you again and with a push of his glasses, he leaves the room.
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A few days go by, each one a little harder than the next. You’ve been moved into your recovery room. Sylus makes sure you have the nicest in the hospital. You try to insist that a normal room will be fine, but he doesn’t budge.
Once settled in, your pain levels start to go up. They keep you medicated and try everything they can to make you comfortable, but there is only so much they can do. You can barely move, even when using your phone. Sylus helps you send texts or take phone calls.
You like it when people come to visit. It’s a pleasant distraction, however exhausting it is. Luke and Kieran are the first ones. They show up twenty minutes after Sylus gives them the okay. They brought so much stuff, the nurses almost didn’t let them in.
Candies, drinks, plushies, clothes for Sylus, cute handmade cards, and so much more. They crowded around you so much, Sylus had to tell them to give you room to breathe. But you loved every minute. You missed the boys so much and their energy lifted your spirits so much. They came daily after that, always bringing you gifts.
Your coworkers came, one by one. Sylus was especially rigid when Xavier stopped by. But you thanked him for saving your life, promising him hotpot whenever he wants when you are better. Tara fussed over you, as usual, and Captain Jenna assured you would get all the time you needed to heal.
Rafayel comes, complaining his bodyguard is broken and unable to protect him. He makes you laugh with all the newest gossip from his art shows. He leaves you with a little canvas he painted and infused with some of his evol. When you held it, you felt calm and relaxed. You thanked him for it and told him you would be back to bodyguard duty as soon as you could.
Caleb even manages a quick visit between his Deepspace missions. He brings you flowers and bothers Zayne about keeping him in the loop while he’s gone.
You forget just how many people you have in your life and how much they care about you. You are grateful to have such great friends and family. You keep them updated with texts and pictures of yourself as you heal and get bandages removed.
A month passes before you are discharged from the hospital. Sylus doesn’t leave your side for a moment. Even when you tell him to. Beg him even. So he could get some fresh air or something so he doesn’t go crazy. But he insists he is fine. He busies himself with his laptop the boys brought him. He showers in your private bathroom. And he keeps up a little bit of exercise in the room. Mostly pushups and pullups which you enjoy exponentially. Your EKG machine calls you out during those moments.
But finally, you are able to go home. Sylus pushes you out of the hospital in a wheelchair and helps you into his car. You make sure to thank the nurses as you leave and give Zayne as close to a hug as you can manage. You are thankful for them, but you are ready to be back in your own bed.
Sylus drives you back to the base, insisting on taking care of you further, the slowest and most careful you’ve ever seen from him.
“Sy, a speed bump isn’t going to be my undoing.” You tease.
“Precious cargo, beloved. It requires the utmost care.”
When you arrive, the twins come out with a rather fancy electronic wheelchair for you to use. They’ve decorated and put balloons on the back of it. You chuckle and insist you can walk, but all three of them refute you. You shouldn’t be walking with your busted pelvis, after all. So you get on it and start zooming around the house. Admittedly, it’s quite fun.
Sylus is still never far from you, but now he’s allowing himself to go down to the gym or into his office to get some work done. He’s at your side in a second if you call for him.
The first night you are home, laying in bed, Sylus hesitates by the side of the bed. You’ve been looking forward to having him beside you again as you sleep, but you can read his worried mind.
“Sy, please get in the bed. I’ll be okay.”
He sighs, nodding. He climbs in under the covers, laying on his side to look at you. You see a lot of thoughts dancing behind his eyes.
“What’s up, baby?”
He doesn’t answer right away. “I can’t put it from my mind.”
“Put what?”
“How close I was to losing you.”
“Sy—”
“I wasn’t there. You could have died and I wasn’t there to catch you. Like I promised I would be.”
You cup his cheek, making him look at you. “Hey. I’m here and I’m okay, Sy. You will make yourself sick thinking about ‘what ifs’. You can’t be with me every second of the day, but what matters is you were there as soon as you knew what happened. You’ve kept your promise. Never for a second did I blame you for anything, baby. Please, forgive yourself. Be nice to my husband, I love him too much for you to give him a hard time.”
He sighs, leaning into your hand. He kisses your palm a few times and each of your fingers.
“Okay. Okay…”
He moves closer, his arm wrapping around your hips and nuzzling his nose against your arm. He wishes he could hold you properly, but this is more than he’s been able to do in weeks. He kisses your upper arm and looks up at you again, saying your name.
“I love you.”
You smile, your heart full and fluttering. You love when he says it first. He always returns your I love yous, but hearing him say it first and so earnestly is a real treat.
“I love you more, my dragon.”
You fall asleep that night to the sound of Sylus’ purrs. You are home. You are safe. You are healing. And you are so very loved. You know now more than ever.
Sneaky Kitten~
1.2K words. Fluff (a tiny bit smutty) Lightly proofread. MC trying her best to surprise her hubby
It was incredibly difficult to sneak up on Sylus. Impossible, really. Not only did he have a little spy to always keep him informed, but his senses were super human. He always heard you coming or even could smell the perfume you put on that morning.
Damn him and his dragon senses.
But you were determined to catch him off guard at least once. All of your attempts to get him when he was awake failed. So you decided to shift gears and try to get him in his sleep.
You set it up perfectly.
You sent him dinner. A big, hearty meal full of carbs and protein, matched with his favorite bottle of wine and topped with a pint of his favorite ice cream. As well as a cute note to go with it telling him if he doesn’t eat it, you will be really sad.
You also made sure to call him when you woke up. He would be heading to bed soon, finishing up some paperwork or a quick work out before showering. You distracted him by being needy over the phone. Saying you needed his voice and you wanted to hear him touch himself. He was more than happy to oblige and you got a rocking orgasm out of it. A win-win. He would be even more tired after that.
Next you had Luke and Kieran place one of your shirts in his bedroom. You told them to make it look like it was just left by mistake after a sleepover, tossed into some corner of the room that he would surely see. You made sure to wear it over night so it would smell a lot like you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist smelling it. He loved your smell. He craved it. It helped him relax. In the privacy of his own room, you knew he would curl up with it as he went to bed.
All this would be just the thing to lull him into a deep, deep sleep.
Sylus slept deeply, but still would wake up at a moment's notice if he needed to. But after all your planning, you are hoping it will get him in deep enough to not hear you sneak into his bedroom.
Luke texts you when he’s sure Sylus is asleep. You drive over, parking outside the garage so he doesn’t hear it opening. You slip inside one of the side entrances and tip toe to his room. The door is closed. You take a deep breath and turn the knob as slowly as you can. It is silent as you push it open.
The room is dark and you see a massive lump lying face down on the bed. The massive lump being your husband, sleeping on his stomach like he always did when he was alone. When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see he indeed does have your t-shirt curled up next to his face.
You smile. You love how well you know him and how you can predict what he will do. It almost makes you feel bad for what you are about to do. Almost.
You pad across the carpeted floor, watching him for any movement. When you get to his side, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself to pounce. However, you don’t quite get there. In the silence of the room, you hear a deep chuckle.
“After this, you’ll never be able to refute me calling you a kitten, sweetie.”
You sigh when you see one of his red eyes peeking up at you from his pillow. He’s smirking, triumphant. After all the work you put into this, you still couldn’t get him.
“For fucks sake.”
He tsks, rolling onto his side to look at you better. “You went to a lot of effort, sweetie. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor.”
You cross your arms. “Well you could have let me enjoy them.”
“I think the only one with fruits to enjoy is me.”
He reaches out, taking your arm and pulling you to him. You fall over him with a squeal as he cages you in his arms and rolls over so you can’t escape. His weight is pressing you to the bed. You squirm, but his massive body has you trapped.
“I had hoped my sweet wife was just wanting to spoil me with all the treats she left, but I knew she was up to something. Trying to ambush me in my sleep? Such a naughty, sneaky kitten.”
He rubs his nose against your cheek and down your neck. You whine, trying to push him off to no avail.
“The t-shirt was a nice touch. Though I will have to have words with the twins for entering my room without permission.”
You scrunch your nose at him. “I gave them permission.”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you had the authority to grant such permissions,” he teases.
“I’m the bosslady, I can do what I want. Including buttering you up to get you in a deep sleep.”
He lifts his head to look at you. You can see his right eye is glowing just a bit. He loves it when you pull rank. When you boss him and his henchmen around like the proper Lady of Onychinus that you are. He leans down, you think to kiss you, but he bites your cheek, chewing on it. You shriek and can’t help but laugh.
“Syyyy cmon!”
He rumbles against your cheek, releasing it and licking where he bit. It tickles, making you laugh more. Your disappointment from your failed plan fades away. Damn him.
“You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you chose to marry.”
“You begged me.”
“Did I? I don’t remember it that way, sweetie.”
“Then your memory is starting to go, old man.”
He ignores your slight, kissing down your neck. Your eyes close and you lean into him. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You can feel his desire growing between his legs.
“I thought about calling to ask you what you were up to, but I knew your antics would lead you here. Right where I wanted you. In my bed, under me. Won’t you stay with me, sweetie? It’s your day off, after all.”
You whine, trying to resist him. You’d made plans for after your prank to get some things done around your house. Chores you’d been neglecting and errands you needed to run. But your sleepy, warm, and clingy husband was a much more tempting offer.
“You need to sleep, Sy. And I’ve got some stuff to do.”
He grumbles, sounding grumpy. He doesn’t let you go. He presses his hips further into you, starting a slow rhythm.
“Sleep is the last thing on my mind, kitten. For your planned sabotage, I think you should make it up to me.”
You feel yourself growing needy. He cups your cheek and kisses you, sliding his tongue in to claim your mouth. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You can’t resist him. You don’t even want to bother trying.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You whisper between kisses.
He smirks against your lips, biting your bottom one. “I tell myself that every day.”
"Just tell me you don't love me anymore." Zayne freezes mid removing his shoes. His head turns slowly to your figure standing in the hallway, arms crossed and practically vibrating with something that looked perilously close to actual fury.
Did he forget something? What day is it?
He sets his shoe down carefully. "I'm sorry, love. Did I do something wrong?”
He reaches for you but you step back before he could. "Don't touch me."
He's confused. He ran through the day in his mind for possible mistakes he might have made, but couldn’t find any. He remembered waking up with you this morning, you had been in a perfectly good mood.
You even laughed at something over breakfast and nearly choked on your coffee, then he had dropped you at the hunter association on his way to work. You had stolen a couple of kisses before saying goodbye.
And today wasn't a special day he could have missed. Then what did he do? “Talk to me, darling. Tell me what I did wrong."
"Tell you what you did wrong? Do you even see what time it is?" His eyes snapped to the clock on the wall— 6 minutes past his usual time, he won't consider that late so he doesn't understand why.
"You never come home on time. You left me on seen for twenty minutes. You rearranged the mugs, why did you rearrange the mugs? And you.. you… you forgot to close the window yesterday, i was -”
"Did you eat today, love?"
"That's- no, I didn't because I was waiting for my husband to come home so we could eat together but apparently my husband has forgotten he has a wife waiting at home.”
Oh now he knows what’s wrong. He is already walking to the kitchen.
"Wow, are you ignoring me, Dr Zayne Li?” You follow him. "Very mature, very-"
He comes back with a slice of cake on a plate. You looked at it. "I'm not hungry."
He holds a bite out to you. "I said I'm not hungry" you said, but your stomach growled immediately after. Embarrassed, you took the bite to distract him from the sound.
You let him feed you, arms still crossed stubbornly while trying to maintain the pissed off look.
"Feeling better?"
"Mmmhm." You finish the last bite and your expression softens. "I'm sorry. You weren't even late."
"I know."
You look down. "I didn't eat lunch either."
He sets the plate aside and pulls you into him, tucking your face against his chest. "You could have just said you were hungry."
"You could have just come home on time.”
He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'll be 6 minutes early tomorrow."
You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. "Promise?"
"Promise.”
“I love you” you tuck your face back into his chest and pull him closer.
“I love you too.”

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It’s a slow Saturday morning, and Zayne has been blessed with a midday shift, which means there is no rush in his morning routine and you can watch him prepare for the day in the comfort of your bed.
He looks extra handsome today, you think. Sleep still hangs over his eyes, his glasses hastily perched on that ridged nose. Stubble dots along his jaw, the soft angle hidden under morning shadow. You still feel it prickle on your skin from he kissed your shoulders.
Even his pajamas were doing something for you. You kick your feet under the blankets because he just makes you that giddy.
While Zayne prepares his razor for his morning shave, he turns his face this way and that, observing himself in the mirror.
“I think I’ve gained some weight,” he says, tone neutral.
You blink in surprise, tugged out of your love-stricken stupor by the sudden statement. When he swipes through the shaving cream rubbed onto his jaw, you see that the prominent line has softened some.
When Zayne reaches over to grab a towel, you see pale skin peek out from the bottom of his white t-shirt. A bit of belly greets you, and his happy trail invites your gaze lower.
You haven’t really noticed it, because his routine never changes. A morning run every day, and an hour gym session three times per week. It compensates for how often he eats take out in a time crunch and the macaron stash hidden in the second drawer of his desk (where he thinks you don’t know).
But now that he brought it up, he has all of your attention.
His shirt is a little more filled out than usual, and maybe you can see the outline of his thighs under the pajama pants. His arms look bulky, strong, all thanks to him insisting on pull-ups as a workout staple.
“Is that bad?” you ask, though you already know your answer.
Definitely, one-hundred percent, not bad in the slightest.
“No,” Zayne chuckles, and you realize that his eyes are already on you. You shift around in the bed, warm and inviting. “It’s normal with age.”
Zayne finishes his shave with time to spare, wiping the excess water and cream from his face, and takes his time lumbering back to your bed. You lean up, reaching out toward him, waiting for him to meet you in the middle, which he always does.
Your arms wrap around his middle. Your wandering hands don’t hesitate to hike his shirt up to feel the soft skin underneath. “Then why bring it up?”
Your hands run over his stomach, down to his hips, around the front tie of his pants. In return, he tugs off his shirt, letting you drink in his body with new eyes.
His smile is smug when you pepper his bare skin with kisses. “I thought you’d like to know.”
The hot shower had been relaxing on your tired body. You entered the bedroom wearing a robe, ready to change into your pjs for the night. Sylus looked up from where he was reading his book on the bed. You could see the hunger and desire in his eyes.
“So it should be that time of the month again for you sweetie.”
“Sylus I skipped this month.”
Sylus tsk and looks away from you. “Are you upset?”
“It’s been stressful week for me. I was looking forward to my favorite snack. Your irregular cycle is very inconvenient for me.”
“I’m sorry Sy.” You sat on the bed and layed your head on his shoulder. “I’ll probably get it next month.”
“I’ll be ravenous by then. You think you can handle me?”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t be with you if I couldn’t.”
I don’t think you guys are hearing me, I said masturbation fic and Xavier is the toy. The dildo. The vibrator. The rose!!!!!!
Sit on his face and grind until you come! Ride his nose, pull his hair, squirt in his mouth! Fuck yourself on him until you’re satisfied, and can’t move anymore. He’s there for YOUR pleasure. Use him, use him, use him!!!
Sylus fluff. Featuring his lovely nose. :> wc: 280~
A cozy warmth greets your senses as you gradually wake. You blink and yawn, then shift under the blanket to turn around and face Sylus, still asleep.
A smile forms on your face as you quietly observe his handsome profile, your gaze sweeping over the long lashes on his closed eyes, his chiseled jaw, his lips… eventually settling on his defined nose.
So pretty, you’ve always thought. You prop yourself on your arms and draw closer to his face. Your lips close in on its target, and land a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Make that two. Or three. Another kiss, then another, and another… until you’re peppering his nose with kisses.
You feel him shift, but that doesn’t stop your barrage. His lips curl up in a smile and a rumble sounds deep in his chest, though his eyes remain closed.
“You keep missing the mark, sweetie. My lips are here.”
Giggling, you press yet another kiss on his nose. “Am not.” Then you bite it gently.
His crimson eyes fly open to meet your cheeky ones. Uh oh.
Effortlessly, he flips you over so that he has the higher ground, caging you within his arms. With a smirk, he starts attacking your nose with kisses, except he’s faster… and sloppier.
You squeal, trying to push him off. “Sy—Sylus!” Your laughter rings out. One of his favorite sounds.
He stops, looking at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile. His fingers reach to wipe your nose.
Then he leans down once more, but this time finding your lips, sharing languid kisses that say, I adore you.
He loves waking up to your playful little mischief. He loves getting slow, happy mornings like this.
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"

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Imagine Sylus realizing you haven’t called out of work in over 4 months so he gives you a proper reason to call out the following day by fucking you to the point you genuinely can’t walk without a limp...
“I can’t… I can’t feel… Sylus…!” You didn’t even know it was possible for your legs to bend this far, nevermind that you were this flexible in the first place. His grip on the back of your thighs only grows tighter, squeezing your flesh a little harder as he applies more pressure down.
“Yes you can… you can take it… you’re going to keep taking it like the good girl you are… like the good girl you’ve been…” You can’t control the whimper that leaves you, head tossing back as he presses more of his weight down on you… into you.
The mating press is brutal, your thighs are nearly crushing your breasts at this point. Your spine curves awkwardly, your hands are digging into your calves, you’ve lost all feeling below your waist.
Except for where his cock bullies your swollen, overstimulated cunt.
Throbbing with need each time he pounds down into you, swallowing him greedily despite your babbled pleas for him to maybe ease up or slow down. You have work tomorrow, after all.
“You’re not going, clearly I’m not… fucking you hard enough… if you’re still thinking about that …” Even with his stamina, he’s panting from the exertion. Face flushed and aether-core practically blinding. The sight alone is enough to have you crying out, cumming around his cock for the fifth or maybe sixth time since he’s entered you.
"Don't cum yet."
You repeat Zayne's words like a mantra in your head, doing everything you can to hold off your orgasm as he fucks you. Every muscle in your body is tense, the pleasure crawling up your spine. You want it so bad, so bad that tears sting your eyes.
Fuck it. You'll beg forgiveness later.
But the second you stop holding back, ready to let your orgasm hit you, he pulls out.
"Zayne!" You gasp in shock. He's panting above you, chiseled body covered in a sheen of sweat that makes your mouth water.
"I told you to hold it." He reprimands quietly. You pout, orgasm ebbing away. Great. Now you'll get a punishment and you didn't even get to cum.
"But Zayne I-I didn't cum! Please p-put it back in, I'll be good I promise!" Your pleas fall on deaf ears, though he takes a moment to tenderly wipe the tears from your face, kissing you softly before sitting back up.
"You enjoy your punishments too much." Zayne notes, maneuvering your legs so they're pressed together, setting both of your ankles on one of his shoulders.
His cock, still slick, slowly pushes in between your thighs, just above your aching pussy. He gasps in pleasure at the sensation, while your jaw drops in shock.
It doesn't take long for him to cum, already so worked up from earlier. Most of it lands on your stomach, the sensation making you whimper once more.
"Zayne..." You whisper, nearly trembling with how bad you need it. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as he parts your legs, deft fingers finding your clit.
"I believe it's time for your reward."
★ KISS IT BETTER BABY - LADS ★
pairings : xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, and caleb (seperate)
synopsis : the lads men make you angry so they find a way to kiss it better
wc: 6.6k
general cw : nsfw, make up sex, oral (fem!receiving), overstimulation, piv, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, semi-public sex, unprotected sex
aexias talking : hii sorry this took me so damn long, ive been going thru writer's block LOL please enjoy <3
XAVIER 沈星回:
"Xavier, please." You rub your temples, smoothing your fingers through your hair. Seeing his face makes it difficult to stay mad at him. Even if you're upset over a silly reason, you still hold your ground. He stands outside your doorstep, eyes glimmering with sorrow. A soft dejection written on his face. He almost looks like a dog— Sad and pathetic.
The fact you fold so easily for him is pathetic though.
How could you not though? It's hard to deny Xavier when he makes you feel so good. You tangle your fingers into his strands, smacking your other hand against the wall to leverage yourself. Xavier crowds you, rubbing his nose into your thighs, kissing up the insides of your legs. He raises your thigh, letting it dangle over his shoulder. Xavier presses kisses into your hip, goosebumps flooding your body.
You're the pathetic one.
"My star." Xavier moans, his tongue lapping at your inner thighs. You make the mistake of staring down, seeing the haze in his eyes. It makes your stomach coil with need, throbbing at the mere sight of him. Xavier presses kisses into your skin, hands stabilizing you. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, okay?" He mumbles, far too invested in your pleasure.
You know it's stupid, Xavier shouldn't be apologizing for your stubbornness. Yet, you can't help but feel a swirl of glee, seeing him indulge in your immature mannerisms. His nose bumps against your clit, letting his tongue explore your sex. His eyes still remain on your expression, feeling your muscles twitch and spasm under his palms.
"I'll only look at you, okay? Only you, my love." He drags his tongue up, gently suckling at your clit before one of his hands glides up the back of your thigh. His fingertips glide over your slit before circling your entrance. "I'll only make you laugh, okay? I'll only ever make you feel good. I'm yours." Xavier's finger presses against the opening, gently sliding in. You clench around a single digit, hips buckling.
You should have expected this.
"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." Sylus drawls as he leans over your shoulder from behind. The nickname makes you bristle, though your stomach twists in a sick sense of joy. Your hatred for Sylus had evolved into something you couldn't, or rather wouldn't, name.
"What are you doing here?" You whisper, though your heart pounds as the scent of his cologne envelops you. He hums as if debating answering your question, stepping just close enough that anyone around would likely assume you're a couple.
But...would that be so bad?
It's hard to decide. Even harder when you can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, when his hand brushes yours in a featherlight touch and your heart pounds in your ears.
"I came to say hi." His tone is devoid of it's usual mocking lilt. You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes to study them. He tilts his sunglasses down as if to aid you, clearly hiding nothing.
"You could have called."
"I could have. But this is more rewarding." He smiles for a moment, but it's not in his usual condescending manner. It's almost as if he's...shy?
Does the big bad leader of Onychinus...have a crush on you?
It'd be funny if you didn't feel the same way.
You finally turn to face him, though you make a point to not step back, leaving the non-existent space between your bodies as is. It doesn't go unnoticed, and his smile grows a small fraction.
"There's a nice coffee shop down the street. It's quiet. And peaceful." His brow raises with interest, and his eyes flicker with joy.
"Lead the way."
18+ mdni | gege caleb always comes home during exam season to help u destress
TW. fingering, massages
caleb always took time off from the DAA during your exams to make sure you were taking care of yourself. as much as you argued that you were an adult and didn’t need him, he knew you loved when he babied you. he could easily tell you liked it from the way your cheeks flushed every time he brought you food, patting your head and telling his “smart girl” to not work so hard.
plus, in a way it was a vacation for him. yes he was doing way more laundry, cooking, and cleaning—but it was for you. in skyhaven he was doing the same stuff but had been constantly thinking about where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. now he didn’t have to guess.
so every time you made a joke about him being a ‘house husband’, he laughed and happily agreed, saying it’s what he was born to do. you thought the label was funny, but caleb liked it because it extended his duties, and he made sure to follow through on them.
his favourite of all was after you finished all your exams and had him work out the knots that developed from stress. he was shocked at how tense you got, spending hours upon hours smoothing out your muscles with baby oil, relishing in the little gasps you let out every time he got close to where you really needed him.
“cmon sweets, try and relax for me”
“you’re so sensitive pips”
“already squirming and i haven’t even touched you properly yet”
after caleb felt you’d been teased enough, he’d finally move his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples before bringing his fingers between your thighs, eyeing the slick forming.
“looks like i don’t need to use any more oil here” he’d tease, finally circling your clit with the pad of his index finger, cock swelling at the way your hips jumped. he never made it about him though, this was for you. his fingers only sped up after you moaned his name, begging your gege to stop teasing.
two fingers dipped into your entrance causing your cunt to immediately convulse around the intrusion, clit throbbing as his thumb pressed down. when you finally let go for him and came with a cry of his name on your tongue, he moved your thighs apart, kneeling between them before starting the process over with his tongue.
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⋆⁺₊⭒ Waking up with Xavier ⁺⋆₊⁺⭒
His arm draped across your body, and warm breaths tickling your shoulder. Every now and then soft murmurs of adoration and comfort slip out, revealing his sleepiest thoughts.
Getting up would be impossible. The slightest movement from you and his arm locks up, pulls you closer, and into that position where your frame slots perfectly into his like a puzzle piece.
Locks of pale gold feathered across the pillow the two of you are now sharing, sticking up at all angles after a long night. You’d never tire of seeing him like this – shirtless, messy, voice deep and gravely from sleep – a warm embrace constructed in a way that made you feel safe, like no one else could enter.
"Good morning starlight," he whispers, pressing his lips into the back of your neck.
You can feel his long limbs stretching for a moment before they wrap around again, telling you that you’re not getting out of bed any time soon. Not that you’d want to anyways.
"I don’t feel like sharing you with the world today. That’s ok, right?"
You sigh contently when a languid kiss finds its way to that delicate spot on your neck. The lack of space between your barely clothed bodies makes it impossible to miss his hard length rubbing up against your rear.
"You’re mine."
"A very good morning to you too, Xavier."
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You wake with your thighs rubbing together, seeking the friction that had eluded you in your hazy, heat-filled dreams. Buried under his soft sheets with your face in his pillow, you're surrounded by his warmth and familiar scent, whining and rolling your hips into the mattress.
Half-coherent and driven by need, you shift, flopping your head to the other side to view your boyfriend. Xavier's soft lips are parted slightly, deep, even breaths escaping him in his peaceful slumber.
"Xavier," you mumble, poking him, tugging at his loose, white t-shirt.
He hums, fingers gliding up to hold yours, but otherwise doesn't stir.
"Xavierrr," you whine, nudging his shoulder, then shaking him gently until he grunts, brows furrowing before his eyes slowly blink open.
"Mm?" Xavier hums in question, long lashes fluttering, blue eyes glazed over and softening when you're the first thing he sees. His jaw goes slack when he lets out a yawn, and you bite your lip, warm with affection at seeing him all sleepy and cute. His voice is deeper, thick when he asks you, "What is it?"
You try to stifle your grinding against the bed, but he pulls you close, going for those habitual early morning snuggles. You hiss when your throbbing core brushes against his knee, trying not to whimper or grind down onto it.
But he senses your restlessness, gaze honing in on the not so subtle movements of your hips, your little jolts under the sheets. Xavier tilts his head, bangs falling across his eyes as he smirks into the pillow.