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his hands touching you with a restless, possessive energy. he squeezes the soft curve of your waist before sliding his palms up to cup your soft plump breasts, kneading the aching flesh. his thumbs drag repeatedly over your swollen and bruised nipples until you’re whimpering and squirming under him.

"still so sensitive," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. he shifts, bracing himself on his elbows to look down at you. his eyes are dark and heavy, tracking the way your chest heaves while your pussy throbs around his semi hard cock.

he begins to withdraw, but he makes the movement agonizingly slow. he retreats millimeter by millimeter, letting you feel every ridge of his cock and the slick friction of it sliding against your perfectly filled pussy. the sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily, your internal wall muscles clenching desperately around his cock as he leaves you.

he pauses when he’s halfway out, his eyes dropping to the point where you’re joined. he waits for the ripples of your orgasm to settle, and then, with a deliberate, wet tug, he slides the rest of the way out. the sound of the wet seal breaking is loud in the quiet room.

caleb doesn't pull away. instead, he hooks his fingers under your thighs and spreads your legs even wider, pinning your knees toward your shoulders. the cool air hitting your stretched, aching pussy makes you shiver violently.

"look at that," he whispers, his gaze fixed on you. the thick, white cream he just pumped into you is already starting to pool at your opening. it looks so stark against your flushed skin, a heavy, pearly globule beginning to lose its battle with gravity as it overflows.

you feel the first hot drip of his cum slide over your taint and down to your ass. the sensation is ticklish and so humiliatingly public under his intense stare. you quickly bring your hands up to cover your face, your cheeks burning from the heat of it all.

"don't hide," he says, though he doesn't pull your hands away. he uses one hand to spread your lips further, exposing the way his hot seed is overflowing from your depths. it pulses out in a slow, viscous stream, coating your skin in a thick layer of white.

he watches it intently, his thumb tracing the path of the drip as it runs down. "it’s so much..." he notes, his voice thick with pride. "your still so full of me."

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow the small, embarrassed sounds catching in your throat. you can feel the wetness soaking into the sheets beneath you. every time you try to hold it in, more of his load seems to spill out, hot and heavy.

"try to push a little more out for me, baby," he urges softly. his thumb brush against your clitoris, a light, teasing touch that makes your pussy ache. "i want to see how much i filled you up."

you let out a shaky breath, your abdominal muscles bracing as you do what he asks. a fresh surge of his cum escapes, a thick rope of it sliding out all at once and spilling onto the sheets. you can't help but moan into your palms from the sensation.

he loves this part just as much helping you bathe and cleaning his hot cum out of your pussy after he’s had his way with you.

he carries you to the bathroom, the water already steaming in the tub. he settles you into the nice warm water, the heat stinging pleasantly against your sensitized skin. he sits down behind you, pulling you back against his chest as the water begins to turn cloudy from the mess between your legs.

he reaches between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get a good look at you. he gently rubs your lips, cleaning the outside with fingers slick with soap and water. then, he slowly slides one of his long fingers deep inside you. making you gasp, your hands gripping his forearm as you feel his finger searching within your hot, wet walls.

he moves his finger in a slow, hooked motion, dragging the remaining seed out of you. the sensation is blunt and full, a deep pressure that makes your toes curl under the water. he does it again and again, meticulous and patient, ensuring he clears every bit of his slickness out of you and savoring the feeling and the way it makes you squirm.

between each stroke, he presses soft, wet kisses to your shoulder and the nape of your neck. his breath is warm against your damp skin. "almost clean," he murmurs, his finger swirling inside your pussy one last time before he finally withdraws it.

Something that Sylus and your daughter both loved to do was sleep on their stomachs (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠)

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After a long mission, your body was heavy with exhaustion, but your heart was simply relieved to be home. The house was quiet, lights dimmed, and you already knew your husband and daughter had long since fallen asleep. After a warm, soothing bath and a change into your sleeping clothes, you padded softly down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door.

There they were.

Sylus and your little girl, sprawled across the bed, both lying on their stomachs in nearly identical positions. The sight tugged at your chest, melting every last ounce of fatigue in you. You and Sylus had been gently encouraging your daughter to get used to her “big girl” room, but clearly, your husband hadn’t been able to resist her nightly pleadings. He always gave in, always made space for her beside him.

With a quiet smile, you slipped into bed beside them. The mattress dipped, and your daughter stirred, blinking sleepily as she pushed herself up just enough to climb onto your chest.

“Mommy…” she mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.

“I’m here, baby,” you whispered, brushing back her messy little curls.

A tiny sigh left her lips as she snuggled into you. “Missed you…”

Your heart clenched at the softness of her words. You kissed the top of her head, holding her gently.

“I missed you too. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

A heartbeat later, Sylus shifted too, his arm sliding around your waist, drawing both you and your daughter into his hold.

You chuckled quietly, your daughter’s tiny snores already filling the space between you. You leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Sylus’s temple. “Go back to sleep, Sy. I’ve got you both now.”

“Mhm… don’t go anywhere,” he muttered, tightening his hold even in his sleep.

a/n: was eating tons of sweets earlier because i was kind of sad, and that inspired this ficlet lol (and the new sylus solo too ofc!)

dividers by @pixopix

If Sylus is used to anything, it’s the sight of the unworthy falling to their knees.

While the job as the leader of Onychinus is riddled with spontaneity, it has become rather repetitive. The wails of those who seek his death as death seeks them instead, the attempts at pity to find more time to use for other potential betrays… Sylus would quite like to be used to anything else besides that. 

So, when he arrives home with exhaustion written all over his face, he finds the twins eating snacks he’s sure he nor the chef purchased. “What’s with all the candy, Luke and Kieran?”

Luke is the first to explain. His face, still boyish despite his responsibilities, is a smug grin with candy all over his lips. “Boss-woman gave it to us!”

“We helped her with some of her groceries and she gave us free candy!” Kieran follows. His smile is less smug and more… grateful? Sylus doesn’t quite know how to describe such a warm expression, for all he’s seen these past few days are desperate tears and cold emotions that inevitably come with a fate as dark as what Sylus has given them.

“Ah,” he says with a nod. “And where is my Boss-woman?”

“Right here!” 

The twins continue eating their candy when Sylus turns around. You’re in your pajamas with an ice cream cone in hand, gleefully putting your hands up in the air like happiness has consumed you whole. Sylus doesn’t get a chance to breathe before you trap him in a tight hug and place kisses all over his face. He’s not used to this, the love that overflows from you or the sight of the twins simply enjoying their food like their lives are anywhere near normal.

“I see you’ve made a home in Onychinus’s base,” he comments when candy, chocolates, and snacks alike appear in his periphery. “I’m honored, my love.”

“They helped me with grocery shopping,” you tell him. “They didn’t misbehave one bit!”

Sylus raises a brow. 

“That’s because I gave them a grocery list and focused more on sticking to it.” You sigh, and Sylus can tell what emotion is on your face: contentedness. “Goodness, I’d tell them I needed bread and they’d hand cupcakes as though they’re worthy substitutes.”

He can’t help but let out a grin of his own at that. “Sounds like a headache.”

“A lovely one.”

You hand him your ice cream cone to share, and he takes a small lick of the dessert. Shy, as though he’s trying to be accustomed to a life with sweets and not anguish. But even the leader of Onychinus can fall into the temptation that sweets bring, and so he allows himself to consume more of it.

He could get used to this.

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Three times.

Three instances where Caleb Xia felt afraid of the person you were.

In truth, he couldn't quite measure the fear the way a normal person could. He'd seen it all. He's faced off Wanderers that could shred you to pieces without much effort. He's survived several assassination attempts, only one taking his arm in the process. He'd drifted into the inky black darkness of space and came back out the same.

But watching someone like you fight with an Evol that volatile and destructive like it didn't cost you a single thing was exhilarating. The way you moved was wild and unpredictable. Too wild. Too unpredictable.

You fought like you had nothing to lose.

And wasn't that terrifying, when he knew that you had so much to lose. You had a family. You had friends. You had dreams and aspirations with a full life ahead of you. And yet, you were choosing to fight like you never had them to begin with.

What made you so twisted that you so willingly chose to throw your life away?

The second instance was understanding that you were not at all what you seemed. He thought he knew you. Cool. Relaxed. Kind. You got along with almost everyone you met. Your emotional maturity was almost envious. Nothing quite got under your skin as you brushed off insults and complaints with a roll of your eyes and a shrug of your shoulders. "Some people are always going to hate you no matter what you do. So, you might as well just learn to live with it and enjoy your own life." You said once over a dinner date.

Caleb thought he knew you. He truly thought he knew the levels of your anger. He knew when you got annoyed. He knew when you were frustrated. He knew when you just wanted to vent and rant about someone at work. He knew what triggered you. He knew what actually pissed you off.

But to see the true scope of your anger wasn't a violent outburst of power. It wasn't an explosion that led to a fist fight. It wasn't bloody knuckles or busted lips or broken bones. It was so much colder, with malicious intent as you attacked not with your hands but with your words. You didn't speak to intimidate. You weren't trying to win an argument.

You wanted the person that dared to fully piss you off to break.

Vulnerabilities. Secrets. Insecurities. It didn't matter. You hit below the belt. You stabbed them in the back. You threw their mistakes back in their face. Caleb realized you paid far more attention to people than you let on. You knew what would hurt them the most and sat with the knowledge like it was ammunition you weren't ready to use yet.

How terrifying that the person that people looked towards as a friend and confided in was the one person they never should have trusted? That you were willing to set the bridge on fire while they were still crossing just to watch them fall.

Caleb couldn't pretend he wouldn't have done the same thing. He couldn't sit there and judge you when he was just as messed up as you were. The true terror that lied within him was knowing you could easily turn on him and you knew, very down in the depths of your heart, what could absolutely destroy him.

The final instance was when she came back into his life. When the life he lived with you, sharing a part of his home and even a tiny speck of his heart with you, would end.

Caleb knew the day would come that he'd put an end to the relationship he built with you. He just didn't expect it to happen so fast. He never told you, but you never needed him to.

He prepared himself emotionally, mentally and physically. He wanted to give you one final day filled to the brim with excitement and happiness before he delivered the news, because he was so sure that you were going to hate him.

Nothing he did prepared him for your reaction.

He sat you down and told you he was ending things. He revealed the truth to you about the woman he truly loved and how much it meant to him to be with her. He told you that he never loved you.

But you didn't react the way he imagined you did. You didn't scream or yell at him. You didn't tear him apart with your words. You didn't do anything. You just checked your phone, laughing to yourself about something before pocketing it and smiling that you should pack your stuff then.

He thought that you were simply in denial. He thought that you hadn't fully processed his words. He genuinely believed that you were just doing this to fuck with him at this point. He thought... He thought he knew anything about you.

But as you smiled at him, joked with him and teased him that the least he could do was help you gather your stuff from his place, he realized the true terror of someone who could play the part of someone so perfectly human. There was nothing in your eyes.

Your smile reached your eyes. Your voice carried the same casual tone. You responded the way you usually did. You moved like you always did as you packed your stuff. But Caleb couldn't shake off the creeping dread of being in the presence of something so eerily inhuman.

Just how often did you pretend? How long did you keep up the act? How could you so appear so seamless as you went about his home, mulling over what constitutes as yours if you both bought it together. You murmured to yourself as you weighed the pros and cons of taking something with you that you really liked but wouldn't use that often now that you didn't have use for it.

"Aren't you angry?" He whispered behind you as you packed the few articles of clothing you brought in a box, more concerned with the arrangement than the elephant in the room.

"No, not really. Don't you remember what I told you when we started dating?" You looked over your shoulder, smiling at him like you always did. Like he was the only one that deserved to see a smile so full of tenderness and love. That he was the one person that knew the real you. "None of my relationships last. You're just another one that was never meant to be."

How much of it was real? No, he knew it was real. He knew the way you took his face in your hands to pepper kisses all over it that it meant something. He knew that when you looked at him, you saw someone that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He knew that you meant every whispered confession of love into his skin. He knew that you meant every compliment.

Damn it, he knew that you loved him when you held him through his worst moments. Every single time his hands were stained with blood, you took them in yours without fear or disgust and told him that they brought you so much comfort. Every shared laugh meant something. Every look meant something. Every kiss meant something.

The terror wasn't that he felt he was tricked. He wasn't.

It was the fact that the moment he betrayed you, you severed your ties. You didn't even flinch as you took all those moments you shared with him and lit them up without a second thought. In your mind, in your heart, they no longer meant a single damn thing.

He wasn't a friend. He wasn't a stranger. He was something you were tolerating and playing nice with until you were done with him.

And that hurt far deeper than he could ever imagine.

synopsis: after completely blowing your exam in zayne's class, he decides to offer you extra guidance.. with the help of rafayel

a/n: snowfish has been stuck in my head because of a certain someone, and i knew i had to write based on this ..

a/n2: this took so long just for 1k words LOL - barely proofread

Forty out of a hundred.

You got a fucking forty. out of one. hundred.

Sure, you weren't paying attention whenever Zayne was in the front of the class, but it was his fault for being so distracting.

But it was his note next to the score that annoyed you.

Perhaps you need more thorough lessons after classes.. with another teacher involved to help explain it in a simpler way for you to understand.

Had he just indirectly called you stupid? And what other professor could help you? All you could think was that he would somehow bring his old professor, and what help would that be-

All your thoughts halted when you pushed open the door to his class, freezing as you saw who was in the room.

Zayne and Rafayel.

The two professors you had fantasized about since the day you saw them.

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Thinking abt Xavier and Caleb both spotting you across the street, calling out your name at the same time. They shoot each other a glare, wondering who the fuck this random guy is talking to you. You look over and wave, but point at your phone, and in a different direction, indicating you have plans and can't talk to either before getting lost in the crowd.

Cut to Xavier and Caleb in a coffee shop sitting across from each other, glaring daggers.

"Name?"

"Xavier, you?"

"Caleb. How do you know her?"

"Through work, you?"

"Childhood friends." Which causes Xavier to huff.

They drink their coffee in silence before Xavier says he has to leave for "important work matters" which gives Caleb the perfect opportunity to stalk Xavier. He... becomes obsessed. Following Xavier everywhere, finding out he lives in the apartment right above yours, discovering that Xavier is the beloved Lumiere, watching him frantically look for and destroy protocores. He's even sort of endeared by how much Xavier sleeps and how tired he is all the time. What's so fascinating abt this guy that has you attached at the hip when you aren't with Caleb?

Both you and Xavier really need to get some curtains or blinds for your apartments, bc Caleb will sit on the roof of the adjacent building, watching both of you fuck like wild animals. Jealousy's ugly head rearing his mind at the thought of smb else watching you guys. Watch as Xavier's cock plows deep into you, your bodies glistening with sweat. Fuck... what he would give to be there with you both, fucking you and making Xavier watch... fucking Xavier as Xavier fucks you- wait.

And it's with his cock heavy in his hand, pre-cum drooling from the tip that Caleb realizes he wants you and Xavier. The thought of smb else watching you both, talking to you both, fucking you both... he can't stand it.

He starts joining in on your hangouts with Xavier, even trying to hang out with Xavier one on one. Xavier's a bit suspicious at first, especially considering his first meeting with Caleb, but he eventually warms up to him. Caleb notices how jealous and possessive Xavier is over you, and he can't help but want that for himself as well. Fuck... the thought of fucking the jealousy out of Xavier, reassuring him that he doesn't want anyone except for you and him. Caleb has to excuse himself to the bathroom to rub one out before he actually loses his mind.

It took some time, but Caleb did it. He won Xavier over, and he felt like a fucking God, being brought back to Xavier's apartment one night, making the pretty boy kneel for him. Xavier looking up with wide, blue eyes. Fuck, Caleb kinda wants to fuck his mouth, so that's exactly what he does.

Xavier gags on his dick so beautifully. Caleb wanted to remember this moment forever, so ofc he had to pull his phone out to record and take pictures. Slapping his spit soaked cock on Xavier's face as the man gasped for air, calling him a good boy.

"Yeah, you like choking on this fat cock? Come on baby, why don't you choke on my cum too?" And that's exactly what Xavier does. Caleb buries himself to the hilt, spilling down Xavier's throat, growling as he feels Xavier's throat constrict, gagging on his cum.

Fucking Xavier felt even better than he imagined. Xavier was so fucking tight, Caleb actually thought he was gonna suffocate.

"Poor boy's all cock drunk? Yeah? Come on, fuck yourself on this cock, ik you want it, greedy fucking boy. Ooh, fuck don't tighten up like that, fuck."

And that's how it goes. Caleb just talking Xavier through it, Xavier a whining, drooling mess, which he gets called out on. "Dumb boy's drooling? Hm? Close that pretty mouth baby, stay quiet. Should save all that spit for this cock, right?"

So Xavier's stuck biting his lip, trying to swallow back the whimpers. Who knew Caleb would be so fucking rough??? Xavier literally feels like he's on cloud nine, mind only focused on the thick cock plowing deep into him, hitting his prostate spot on with each thrust. They go all night, Caleb finally sated once the sun comes up, and they both end up passing out on Xavier's giant beanbag chair, covered by a small throw blanket.

That's how you find them when you visit Xavier'a apartment to check on him after you hadn't gotten a good morning message. Xavier wrapped in Caleb's arms, covered in hickeys and bite marks, sleeping peacefully. Your utterly confused bc when did this even come about??? But who cares, at least you won't have to pick between them now. Makes your life so much easier

Bonus-

Xavier getting really jealous bc smb tried flirting with you and Caleb, so you guys take him back to your place and show him that he's the only one you both want. You riding Xavier slowly, making him suck on your thumb as Caleb fucks him slow and deep, really making him feel it.

"This cock is all yours baby. Nobody else but you can have it. Gonna fill you to the brim. Mark you as mine. You want that, my good boy? To be claimed?"

Caleb's mouth is so fucking filthy, making your hips twitch, cumming on Xavier's cock. Caleb just hugs your back to his chest, muttering at you to keep riding Xavier.

"This night's all about our pretty boy. Don't be selfish and stop just bc you got all desperate and came. Ride his cock, baby. Yeah, just like that."

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Yeah.... Idk what this is man. I'm just really fucking horny rn chat, I'm sorry😭😭😭

"Hey Zayne?" "Yes, Angel?" "Well... Actually no, Nevermind its stupid" Zayne stops reading his book to look over at her, Giving her his full attention so she continues

"Please go on" "Hmm, Well I was wondering do you take cold showers or do you just use your evol?" What. "I'm sorry, I don't understand..." "You know! When you take cold showers cause you can't well...Take care of it?" Oh...Thats what she means, Zayne blinks at her a couple of times before answering but he answers nothingless

"No, Using my evol would be highly dangerous and could cause harm" "Welp, That answers my question" "I did do it once though" "AY WHAT!?"

(Zayne x Non-MC Reader)

CW: doctor!zayne, baker!reader, fluff, zayne and his sweet tooth, grumpy x sunshine trope, angst, character death, surprise ending

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There you stood, your eyes wide as you stared down at the gaping hold in your chest where the protocore shard once sat, before finally looking up at the man before you.

A knight dressed in midnight black armer and a hood to obscure his identity, unable to hide the strands of long silver-blonde hair that fell past his shoulders as he watched you fall to your knees, his hand drenched in blood where he held the glowing protocore shard.

The sapphire blue of his eyes just visible beneath the shadow of his hood as he glared at you, not with hatred like you expected, but with something far worse.

Indifference.

As if you were just an obstacle in the way of what he truly need, which was the protocore in your chest, the same protocore he would use to heal his kingdom in the stead of his wife.

Turning away from your trembling form, Xavier ignored the wet sound of your breathing as you coughed up blood onto the jasmines below, making his way into the forest beyond and back towards his kingdom to put his plan to defy fate into action.

All while you stood there in shock, staring down at the blood stained jasmines with a forced smile upon your lips as you realized the future you hoped you would get to see would be fading sooner then you thought it would.

You always knew you were never meant to exist in the world as you have, the protocore shard that had once been your heart being the only thing tying you to this life. The memories of those around you giving you a reason to go on, to keep fighting to stay despite how weak your physical body was, unable to handle the strain of the protocore within you.

Now here you were, your hand pressed against your stomach to try and stem the bleeding as you stood in the field of jasmines you and your lover had so tenderly cared for.

The memory of his gentle touch, his warm smile and blunt words of love and devotion bringing a smile to your lips even as the sky began to snow.

Frost clinging to the petals of the jasmines despite the warm spring air around you and drawing your attention away from the sky and towards the entrance of the forest.

Only to find your over standing at the edge of the clearing, his eyes wide and filled with horror as he took in your bloodied form.

Ignoring the way the sudden cold nipped at your fingertips, frost crawling up your arms and slowing your breathing as you reached out to your lover with a smile. Watching as he ran to your side, catching you in his arms just as your strength gave out, your legs collapsing beneath you as you both fell to the ground.

The jasmines in the field painted with your blood brushing against your cheek in a gentle caress you laid within your lovers embrace, smiling up at him like the life wasn't fading from your eyes.

But he wasn't smiling like you were.

No.

The only thing within his was anguish, his face drowned in sorrow as he stared down at you with tears on his eyes. Watching as the frost spread from the hole in your chest, along your fingertips, and up towards that beautiful smile he adored so much.

"It's okay."

You whisper, your voice lost on the wind as the snow began to spread, ice climbing along the stem's of each jasmine within the field as you reached out to him.

A sob slipping past his lips as he watched you reach up and cup his cheek, the warmth he always craved from your touch slipping away as the unforgiving cold spread throughout your body.

"Please, one last time... for me?"

You request, your voice begging despite it's gentleness.

He always was weak to anything you asked of him.

Against his will, a small smile spreads across his lips, barely a twitch, but enough to make your eyes brighten despite the ice spreading across your face and filling your heart.

"Such a beautiful smile."

You whisper, your last words bringing your lover to his knees and breaking his heart as he leaned over you.

His forced smile falling away as he held you close, a sob being ripped from his chest, his cries of anguish echoing across the field of jasmines as he held you now frozen hand against his cheek.

Your bright smile now forever frozen upon your face as your heart gave it's final beat beneath the ice.