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✧˖ Bunny (Sylus X MC) (Smut)
✧˖ How Sweet (Xavier X MC)
To his own surprise, Zayne looks very similar to a famous dating-sim character.
─ .✦ university/collegeAU, Friends to more, secret feelings, feelings realization
─ .✦ word count: 3k
a/n: does this count as breaking the 4th wall? I found this in my drafts a while ago and realized I never finished it, so.. I did!
"Excuse me for asking, but has someone ever told you that you look very similar to a certain game character?"
With a familiar giggle playing in the back of his head and his ears turning a slight shade of pink, Zayne can only nod in defeat before he hands the cashier the exact change for his drink, "I have", he admits, now unable to meet their eyes as he feels too embarrassed about being stared at, "I, uh, I'm not doing it on purpose though"
The cashier giggles, a small blush drawn across her cheeks, "Oh, that's not what I was thinking at all! Just wanted to let you know that you are very handsome! As is that character — he is my favorite!" she chirps handing him his drink that he now feels even more self conscious about: a literal sugar bomb of whipped cream over sweetened coffee, topped with an extra serving of caramel syrup, "Have a great day!"
"..you too."
"Let me guess: it happened again"
Zayne gives you that silent look which all but says 'how could you possibly tell?' which you can hear in that gentle and deep voice of his, before he slides into the seat across from you with a sigh. He nods meekly, as you burst into a small giggle, and tries to hide the warmth of his face by taking a deep gulp from his sweet drink. "I'm just in my casual wear today", he mutters, looking down at himself and then facing you again, "Do I really stand out that much?"
You can't help but chuckle once more, taking in the sight of him as you take a sip of your own coffee, "I don't think that's the issue here", you note, and when he only responds by raising his eyebrow, you go on, "Well, you are quite tall, Zayne, but the point is that you are also very attractive"
He blushes. For some reason the compliment coming from your mouth does a lot more damage to his heart than the one from the barista just minutes ago. "..Well, thank you", he mutters, taking another sip of his drink to hide how embarrassed he was feeling. It's not like he had deliberately asked you for flattery; he was genuinely asking because he was concerned about looking weird. It wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure.
You two deem it the famous: does Zayne understand color theory? problem where he sometimes shows up with a combination of shirts and pants so random (and almost hideous) to you, you wonder if he had checked himself in the mirror before. There is a reason you like to accompany him when shopping together: one, because Zayne loves his simple button downs although he owns a bunch of them already and needs to be stopped, and two, because he occasionally needs the little nudge of "Oh, this one looks nice" that convinces him to try something new.
But he looks good today. You may be slightly biased when you say this because you two have been friends for years at this point, but Zayne is a pretty good looking guy, especially when he's dressed in that heavenly combination of a soft cardigan and some beige slacks.
Alright, so maybe your feelings haven't been the most platonic at this point. But it's kind of hard when Zayne is almost exclusively this nice to you, something so gentle in his gaze when he's around you that all the people in your close circle can attest to. And it would be a lie to say he hasn't made your heart jump once or twice on the occasion, always the gentleman when it comes to caring for you, especially when you need his help for something.
"All jokes aside, the thing is, you just happen to exist in the very same timeline as that popular dating sim which has been going viral since its release", you finally add with a giggle when you see how red his ears had turned, "and I definitely see the similarity with you and that doctor guy-"
"Not you too" Zayne sighs, "I think I had my fair share of people telling me I look like him, but if you start doing it, I might just believe it to be actually true-"
His eyebrows are furrowed when he reaches for his drink again, a big gulp of whipped cream needed to get over that nightmare of a thought. Disgruntled, Zayne shakes his head, earning another giggle from you, "I really wouldn't like that.."
It started a couple of months ago when you two were out for lunch once. You had been mid-chew on your sandwich when a group of teenagers had approached your table, excited giggles and whispers accompanying them as they asked to take a picture with him.
Now, of course the confusion sat high. Zayne looked absolutely devastated to have been interrupted in the middle of his well-earned lunch after he just got out from a long lecture, eyes quietly holding a conversation with you that all but said 'I don't know what is happening right now, say something please'.
And at first you simply believed that they happened to be one of his many admirers; Zayne's name is pretty famous around campus actually, not only for his good looks but also because of his many achievements in research that it wouldn't be uncommon for someone to talk to him when you two were out together. But you noticed something was different this time when you spotted a key-chain on one of their bags that looked eerily similar to the man in front of you.
Turns out, there is this very popular game among young people right now where one of the main characters (who you apparently are able to date in-game!) looks almost exactly like Zayne. Like, it's genuinely scary how similar they are, even down to the fact that that certain character is a doctor and Zayne is actually studying to become one right now.
The joke is literally just writing itself at this point.
But the encounters don't stop here. About twice a month, Zayne would tell you how someone approached him holding up some type of merchandise of said game, complimenting him on how he managed to look exactly like that character, sometimes even going as far as asking for a picture. And Zayne — being the dry and indifferent guy he is — would always respond in some variation of apathy. He didn't hate the idea of being compared to some fictional character, he just didn't like that someone would think he is doing it on purpose when he's just being himself and going on about his life.
Now a small, very minuscule secret you haven't told Zayne yet, is that you actually ended up caving and downloading very said game about a month ago. It intrigued you, alright? You were curious and wanted to know what it is about that game that made people come up to Zayne with such excitement in their voices that you couldn't help but go and look it up yourself. And yeah, maybe that dating aspect was a major selling point as well.
It only took a week for the app to win your heart over. The story was interesting, the events a lovely touch and sure enough, a certain doctor character did manage to make your heart skip a beat when you realized that he indeed did look and somehow act like your best friend.
There was a situation once where — a couple of days after you unlocked some romance dialogue in-game — meeting Zayne's eyes got a tiny bit awkward. Luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed as much; too busy with school and reports to have noticed the little blush on your face when his eyes met yours in the middle of a conversation. And you have since tried your hardest to practice that poker face, so that every time Zayne says something that comes very close to something you have heard in-game before, you don't break into a full-on fluster.
Good thing you are well practiced in this. You have been doing this for years after all, once you had realized you may or may not have a huge crush on your best friend of over ten years: the mask was on again, any possible feelings pushed down because you couldn't ever let him know that what you are feeling about him is all but simply friendly.
And the thing is, Zayne was never supposed to find out about this little secret of yours.
There was literally no reason he would ever find out, too.
That is, until that one fateful day when you handed him your phone with naive confidence, asking him to look through your pictures because you wanted to show him the different types of pastries you had gotten when out on a cafe date with some friends earlier that week.
This is not a one-time occurrence for you after all: Zayne and you have no secrets from each other, so you use each other's phones to look things up on the occasion, order food for pick-up and even send each other your location at least twice a week just because that's what your friendship has always been like.
But the thing is, you have forgotten that you have recently saved a bunch of pictures of your favorite doctor when playing a bunch, a whole folder of screenshots plopping up in the corner of his eyes when he is casually scrolling through and smiling as he looks at all the pictures and various angles you have taken. Zayne freezes, his hands stop moving and his eyes are fixated on the folder without saying another word. Considering he's always been quiet when looking at something, you didn't think that anything seemed off about him at first, so you continue giving him a detailed run-down of the place without a worry, until you realize: Zayne is being awfully quiet.
Because the thing is, you know him so well, right?
Quiet Zayne, because he is listening and doesn't mind talking is very different from the quiet Zayne, who is genuinely speechless or shocked about something, and therefore not talking to you. And this one was the latter.
It takes you about five seconds that feel like minutes as your brain processes this scene in front of you, another two seconds to remind yourself what you had been up to last night and then at least two embarrassed tries to pry your phone out of his hands with your whole face burning up in sheer humiliation.
"Oh my god!"
"…I never thought you would be the type to-"
"DON'T. SAY. ANOTHER. WORD-"
Zayne opens his mouth to retort, but upon seeing how distraught you look, hands trying to cover your face as you let out a horrified groan, he shuts it, lips drawn together into a thin line. He silently watches as you go through every stage of grief in mere seconds, quietly screaming at yourself then cursing at your phone in anger as if it wasn't you who had taken those photos while giggling and kicking your feet last night when in bed. And then, finally, you turn to look at him.
"Please pretend you didn't see anything."
"..I-"
"No actually, let's just end things here. I'm going home. Pretend you don't know me, that we are total strangers and that I'm some sort of hypocrite who has gone totally crazy and who-"
"…What makes you think I'd be fine ending our relationship over something like this?"
"'Something like this'!? Zayne, I'm absolutely mortified about this, you were NEVER supposed to know-"
"But it's nothing to be embarrassed over, isn't it?" he calmly responds, "If you enjoy playing it, then why should I be bothered by it?"
"..you certainly looked spooked about it."
"Well, I was surprised… You never talked about playing that game"
"I thought it would be awkward to tell you..! since, well, you know-" your hands are gesturing around the air nervously, trying to explain it without saying the words out loud, "y-you look like the character.. I ended up liking"
Zayne doesn't answer. He's quietly blinking, and that in return, only manages to make you even more nervous. That's his look when he's thinking about something and trying to be careful with his words.
"..honestly, at this point, I'd rather you catch me naked or in the middle of changing" you blurt out, your ears feeling warm, "I'm changing topics: did you look at the pictures of the pastries?"
He looks a bit taken aback, a small blush drawn across his cheeks, and then smiles, "..I did. Looked great."
For a while the topic kind of dies down. You go on about your day while logging in for your dailies at night, and every other day you are out with Zayne for lunch, you hear some people fawn over him from the distance while wearing a proud smile on your face. He looks a bit less uncomfortable about getting recognized these days, asking you for some quote he could say back when people compliment him for what you would technically call a 'typical Zayne fit'. He's being a good sport about it, and for some reason it makes the line between in-game character and real-life best friend grow eerily thin over time.
"Are we still on for dinner later tonight?"
You gaze up from your phone, "…hm?"
"Dinner. You wanted to try out that new Italian place near campus last time we passed by" Zayne shows you a picture of the restaurant which you can vaguely remember if you think about it hard enough, "You should be free later, right?"
"…actually-"
"Another assignment? Or a drinking party?"
"Bold of you to assume I'm that busy that I'd cancel dinner over those things" you shake your head, chuckling, "I need to finish the event today."
"…the 'event'?"
"The birthday event! I have to finish all the stages and read the new chapters that are out" you turn your phone around to show him how you are already logged into your favorite dating sim, the doctor in the middle of the screen as he is telling you about how you should make sure to get enough rest today, "It's ending today and I have to catch up"
Zayne looks dumbfounded, or in nicer words, very taken aback about being rejected by you, for what he thinks must be the first time ever, especially since it's about grabbing food together. His eyebrows are furrowed as he watched the way your eyes shine as they stare at your screen, a muffled giggle making it past your lips in a way he certainly doesn't like.
"…It's that Italian place though" he tries once more, his voice smooth as he tries to convince you not to choose a game and some random event over years of friendship.
"Next time, for sure, but today's a no go. If I miss this, I'm not able to forgive myself"
There's something bubbling up inside of him, he doesn't quite understand. For a while, Zayne has felt pretty uncomfortable hearing about that game people always compared him to, but since finding out that you've been playing it (and going out of your way to choose him as your favorite character), he has tried to be cordial about it. The way your eyes light up when he responds to a compliment with a thank you rather than blatant denial, has made him feel less annoyed about it all, especially when he sees how happy you get when interacting with other people about it. He's satisfied seeing you happy.
…Is what he thought at first, until just about right now.
"You have me right in front of you yet you'd rather play that game?"
He didn't mean for his voice to sound as sharp as it did. But as the words make it past his lips, and you lift your head up looking absolutely shocked about what he just said to you, you two resume to stare at each other in utter silence for a moment. His face starts turning a beautiful shade of pink, his mouth opening to try to explain himself, but he's too embarrassed to and rather hides it behind his hands in a way very similar to how you did when he found out that you played that dating sim a couple of weeks ago.
"W-What are you saying?" your voice is trembling, your face flushed, "Don't make jokes like that"
"…I'm not joking"
Your heart is racing, your thoughts running wild — is this actually happening right now? "No, you don't understand what you are saying at all" you mutter, "I'm going to misunderstand-"
"Then misunderstand." Your head whips up again, and Zayne is full-on blushing now. His eyes are not averting from you at all, calm and beautifully green like they always are, holding your gaze so you can't think about getting out of this, "I won't mind if you do."
Maybe he knew already the moment you'd told him who your favorite character was, or maybe he knew even earlier and has always been kind enough to let it pass.
Whatever it may be, never had you thought that years of secret pining came down to this single moment; the words you have always wanted to tell him sitting on top of your tongue, just waiting to spill the moment you let go of that promise you've made to yourself years ago. It's scary how quickly he had gotten that wall you have put up to crumble; but maybe it's because his eyes look at you like that, that a part of you can't help but get your hopes up.
"..I'll help you with that event when you get tired later, so let's still do that dinner. We can stop by my place afterwards — I feel like there's a lot we have to talk about, don't we?"
Went to watch 'the odyssey' with my parents today and as someone who obsessed over epic the musical for months (and is still deeply in love with it), the amount of times I just started playing the songs in my mind was.. a lot
Xavier finds out you have been flirted with.
─ .✦ established relationship, jealous and possessive Xavier, MC got flirted with, they fight and make up
─ .✦ word count: 1.9k
Written for this lovely event by @gardenialily ♡ I know this has taken me quite some time, but i had a lot of fun writing so if you can, please go and check out the masterlist!
I chose (1) A = angry (2) X = XO and (3) Repayment!
I'd love to get to know you more, text me back when you see this
- xoxo, your secret admirer ;)
When you get out from the shower still patting down your slightly damp hair, you notice Xavier standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at something in his hand that you cannot immediately recognize as you step closer, faintly noticing the serious expression drawn across his face.
It's unusual for him not to turn his head in your direction, especially when you had been too impatient to go and dry your hair first — something, that will always have you end up with a runny nose for a couple of days after and put on long sleeves even during the warmest summer days.
Usually, Xavier would immediately offer to get the hairdryer for you, have you sit down on the sofa, so he can take his time making sure your hair would be completely dry before you lie down somewhere else. He's learned your care routine over the months of dating you and has gotten pretty good with it, to the point you trust him with everything while you relax under his magic spell.
But tonight, Xavier looks.. distressed? He's still staring at whatever is in his hand, his back turned to you that you have to tiptoe around him in an attempt to get a look, but he's faster and already moving away before you can see what has him so riled up.
You spot the bag you brought home just a couple of hours ago sitting on the counter in front of him: it's from that fancy patisserie that just recently opened which Zayne recommended to you during one of your appointments last week. And since Xavier's coming over tonight for dinner, a movie night and probably some cuddling after, you made sure to stop by on your way home to bring back an array of freshly baked goods you two could have as a dessert.
You assume he must have taken them out to serve them on some plates while you had been in the shower, yet whatever happened during it, must have left him so conflicted that he has silently contemplating something without saying a word to you even when you're right next to him.
"What's on your mind?" you ask him casually, walking over to the cupboard to take out some plates, "You've been so quiet."
Xavier doesn't respond. You walk over to the drawer next to him and reach for some forks, take a quick glance up and realize that whatever must be on his mind is not something you should be taking this lightly; there's something unexplainable behind his eyes which you always loved to compare to the prettiest stars in the sky — something dark and dangerous that you can't put the right words behind.
"Xavier?" you reach for his hand and gently pat it, and Xavier's eyes widen for a quick second as his head whips up and he stares right back at you, "..are you alright?"
"Where did you go today?" he asks instead of answering your question, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer, "After work, I mean."
"Hm? Oh, I stopped by that pastry shop," you remind him, your arms returning the embrace without realizing how tight his grip has gotten, "The one that just opened near the association. I think it's called.. 'les étoiles'? Why?"
You turn towards the bag on the counter and carefully open the box, showing him what's inside, "Looks great, doesn't it?" you chirp with a small giggle, "I picked out a bunch for us to try. The staff there recommended this one when I-"
"The staff, huh"
His voice drops, and the part of your skin that his hands are touching starts feeling incredibly warm. You recognize this tone and the way these words coming out of his mouth sound: it's reminiscent of how Xavier always acts when you talk to him about your neighbor Charlie, or how he reacts when you tell him about getting free macarons from Zayne after finishing your monthly check-ups.
It's something you have learned about him just after you two started dating. The sudden changes in his mood when you had happily told him about getting free bread had taken you by surprise at first, and it's only a while later that you realized it's only with certain people that Xavier gets like this: he is jealous.
You've never thought of him as the jealous type when you had first gotten to know him; Xavier always seems so calm and collected about everything else in his life, that you never realized how easily affected he is when you closely hang out with someone else until you started taking a closer look at him and the way his face changes.
Except the thing is, for today, you don't think something had happened that would result in him looking this angry: in fact, since he wasn't even there when you went to pick up desserts, there's no reason for him to look this upset. Especially, since this isn't something unusual for you two; there have been a lot of occasions where either of you go and pick up food for each other, and never had it resulted in an argument like it sometimes does when Xavier's jealousy makes it hard to even greet people you've known for a while.
"Did they say anything to you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges, "What did they look like?"
You look up at him and tilt your head, "Uh, I don't think I remember tha-"
"Do you really? Or are you just saying that so I don't pry further?"
He looks tense, his eyes scanning every single bit about you as if trying to find a hole in your story that just isn't there. And then you finally spot the slip of paper in his palm that he had tried to hide away from you this whole time.
"What's.. that?"
You reach for it before he's able to register what is happening, and when you finally manage to read it all, the puzzle full of questions starts solving itself bit by bit:
It's a note someone must have put on top of the box of pastries you have gotten earlier today, that you didn't even notice until Xavier did. The phone number, hastily scribbled down next to a very flirty message that is trying to catch your attention, has you let out a small gasp; especially when you recall not having whatsoever of an overly friendly conversation with the person taking your order. In fact, you are pretty sure you had asked for a recommendation, keeping in mind a certain someone who liked anything with cherries in it.
"Who-"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he replies coldly, "Why did you take this?"
"I didn't! I didn't even know this existed until just now-"
"And he just happened to ask to get to know you better when all you did was order? Is that really what you want me to believe?"
You are staring at him wide-eyed; his harsh words echoing in your head as your heart stops beating for a second and you feel a pained sting in your chest. This isn't the Xavier you have grown to love and cherish; not the one, who you have promised to be with for as long he'd keep shining for you.
This is an unreasonable part of him that has forgotten about everything you've ever told him.
And he can clearly tell how hurt you are. The moment the words leave his lips, it's like he stops breathing for a second, realizing what he had done. Xavier huffs, taking the note out of your hand to give it one last read before he crumples it in his fist. And then, without saying another word, he backs off and quietly walks away.
He doesn't get far, because you are following him closely, your hands reaching forward to hold him back because his silence has you worried about what's going through his head. Xavier's jealousy has never really been an issue for you; in fact, there is a part of you that finds his possessiveness quite attractive since he doesn't really go too far with it except for trying to prove the point that you are his, and his only. It's just that in rare cases like this, his impulsiveness will bury any rational thought he'd usually have, had this not been about you.
You are certain that deep down, Xavier knows, that you won't ever have eyes for someone else, but he despises the idea of someone else looking at you the way he does: your loveliness, charm and sweetness something only he wants to lay his eyes on, even though that's not really possible.
"I really had no idea.." you mumble, your fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt, "I'm sorry, Xav, I didn't really mean to-"
"There's no reason for you to be sorry," he mutters, shaking his head, "It's me. I just.. need some time to cool my head right now-"
You wrap your arms around his back and feel the way his muscles tense under your touch when you press your body closer. "You can talk to me about it, I don't mind" you mutter, "I.. I get worried when you stay too quiet and don't even look at me"
Xavier turns around, his hand reaching up to cup your face, "I'm sorry" he mumbles, his eyes finally looking familiar again, his thumb brushing your cheek slowly. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, his voice softer than before "I didn't mean to hurt you with my words and I didn't mean to get this angry. It was stupid of me-"
"I'm all yours" you interrupt him, nuzzling your face into his palm, "And you are all I ever think about, don't forget that. No one's ever going to change that, and I'll make sure to keep telling you until you realize how madly in love with you I am."
The breath he lets out sounds like he has been holding it for a while; Xavier's ears turn pink and you watch how a fluster fills up his face, "I also don't want anyone else but you," he says quietly, "And I will always choose you. I'm sorry for hurting you."
Your stomach flutters and you reach your hands up to pull him down by the drawstrings of his hoodie, closing the distance between you two until his face is just right in front of yours, "What can I do to make you stop looking this guilty, hm? Tell me how I can repay you, and you'll have all of me."
"..Please kiss me."
Your lips find his without a second thought. Xavier parts his lips and invites you in, swipes his tongue across your lips as he deepens the kiss and pulls you even closer. You call feel his warmth as it engulfs you, his lips making sure to tell you how much his heart beats for you, and you only. He tastes sweet, which is confusing, considering the desserts haven't even been touched at all; and if this is how sweet he is, then there's no need for any pastries tonight when you can have all of him instead.
"More," he mumbles, his voice raspy as his arms wrap around you to keep you just where he wants you to be: right in his arms, with not an inch of space keeping you away from him, "I want more."
And there's no way you are going to refuse him when he's asking you so nicely now, aren't you?
Haven't uploaded in a while, because this whole Valko situation has been weighting on my mind for weeks - small rant incoming, but also another long-overdue update from me;
Love and Deepspace has been my main inspiration for writing yet since that announcement has been made, I haven't felt happy about writing again at all. Seeing lots of writers leaving the fandom has made me overthink what to do myself, and I have contemplated whether uploading was right when I wasn't feeling right about it myself. (This doesn't mean that I feel a certain way about people who have still been posting; writing is and will always be the perfect outlet for whatever you have on your mind and I will never judge anyone for that!)
Maybe I'm just in the wrong headspace rn; Uni has been stressful and I also haven't been logging in since because the update is HUGE and LADS literally takes up 40% of my phone-
And despite everything, I still like writing for the boys - and maybe one day I will dabble in writing for Valko as well c:
I've decided that I still want to post what I have been saving in my drafts, and take my time finding happiness in writing again. <3
- Rei
(Double upload today, bc it's my birthday and technically also my 1 year anniversary of being on here <3)
my contribution for @yourgravity2026 ! I had so much fun participating and creating art for Caleb's birthday <3 so excited for you guys to see everyone's works. please look forward to the full zine releasing on June 12! (PST)
Mall date!!!!
Here's my contribution to the @yourgravity2026 zine! The full (free!!!) zine will be posted on June 12, so please look forward to it <3 Everyone did an amazing job on their works.
Sylus surprises you by wearing a bunny costume
─ .✦ established relationship, Sylus uses a bunch of nicknames for you, smut
─ .✦ CW: dressing up for sex, Sylus in a bunny costume, teasing, sexual tension, making out, dry humping, fingering, p in v, implied breeding kink?
─ .✦ word count: 4.7k
a/n: Finally finished important uni stuff, so we are back to regular uploads again! 🥳
That being said, shout-out to that gorgeous Sylus cosplayer I met at MCM Comic Con who looked absolutely stunning in that bunny fit that I haven't been able to get this out of my head- (if you ever see this, NO YOU DON'T)
The moment he steps out of the bathroom, you notice that something is off. Sylus is wearing his usual bathrobe — the big fluffy one that you sometimes get to lavish in on the occasion — but today, unlike every other time, he has it tightly wrapped around his body, a little bag in his hand that he brings over when he joins you on the bed.
It has been a while since you've gotten a night together like this.
Work has been piling up recently, and with the rise of unrecorded high-level wanderers almost everywhere, you barely have a weekend off to visit him anymore. And Sylus himself seemed to be pretty busy as well; you've noticed him not responding to your messages as much these days, rejecting video calls at night because he is still out and about, making Mephisto's occasional visits the only evidence that he is trying to look out for you in the time you don't get to see him in person.
But tonight you've made sure to rush over the moment you finished your last report, not caring about any other invitations for dinner you might be getting, because all you cared about is seeing him again and feelings his arms around you once more.
You would never tell him just how much you had missed him these past weeks; something so personal about the thought that you missed spending time with him where you two would have dinner at his place or wrap up for the night together while watching a movie he'd recommend.
You missed the way his eyes set on you when you tell him about something you enjoyed; crimson pupils staring at you with an unexplainable warmth that you are sure he only reserves for you, and you only. You missed the way how warm his hands feel as they caress over your skin, gentle fingers wrapping around your arm and waist as they pull you closer and won't let you go for as long as you stay by his side. You missed the way his lips felt on yours; pink and plump melting into yours and fitting perfectly where they should belong—
"What are you thinking about so hard when you have me right in front of you, hm?"
His voice catches you off-guard and you blink in confusion when you feel his big hand cupping your cheek, turning your face to look at him. Your face feels warm, realizing you have spent the last few minutes thinking about him and how much you have been looking forward to seeing him in front of you again, your body craving the way his hands feel on you and making you shiver all over.
"You" you confess, averting your eyes from his curious ones, as your cheeks start burning up in embarrassment, "I was just thinking about you"
You don't realize with how giddy you feel how Sylus had kind of awkwardly plopped down next to you, his bathrobe still tightly pulled together when he usually would never mind at all to have some of his body shown in front of you.
"How adorable of you, sweetie."
He leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, the smell of his body wash engulfing your body as you reach your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You nuzzle your face into his neck; notice how his breath hitches for a second as you press yourself closer onto him and relish in the fact that you are finally where you have wanted to be for all this time. Sylus wraps his arm around your waist and chuckles at your sudden gesture; you've always been the more shy one when it comes to initiating physical contact with him, but it seems you've grown brave during the time you two have been apart.
"Actually, I've got a little surprise for you."
There's something in his tone you can't quite put the right words behind. Sylus tends to be precise and confident with his words, no matter what kind of situation he finds himself in, but for some reason you can hear uncertainty in his tone; something behind that self-assured cover of his that seems off right now, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.
"A surprise?" you loosen your grip around him and gently lean backwards, looking up to where you can see something glimmer in his eyes, "What surprise?"
"Remember what we talked about last time you'd been over? About wearing special clothes for each other?"
You nod slowly, your ears wearing a small blush. Memories flash in front of you, recalling the rather embarrassing yet honest conversation you two had last time after you had surprised him with a new set of lingerie, bought for no reason whatsoever but the fact that you wanted to show him. The way his eyes had widened in pleasant response, hands roaming your body almost immediately, had been a sight you couldn't forget for a long while after; his urgency that night a clear sign that he enjoyed what he saw as well, making you look forward to do it again in the future.
And to say you didn't end up splurging on a couple more sets after would be a lie; his reaction had ignited a fire in you, making you feel more comfortable in yourself and how you wanted to present yourself to him, to the point you can't wait to show him more some day, a curious flutter growing in your stomach as you think about it.
"I figured since you had been so good for me last time that it's my turn to show you something" he explains seductively, handing you the bag he has been holding this whole time. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, your heart pounding at the thought of what you are going to see, and when you reach inside to pull out whatever Sylus had tried to hide from you, you are quite surprised to be holding a pair of bunny ears in your hands.
"W-what is this?"
"Care to find out?"
Sylus leans back, holding one end of the belt in his hand which he offers you with a smirk on his lips, "I'll let you take the first look yourself" he adds with a chuckle.
Your face feels like it's on fire. Glancing down at him, you can barely make out what he could be wearing underneath his robe, but there is this small little detail that has you sweating already the moment your eyes take notice of it: Sylus is wearing tights.
They are black yet still slightly transparent that you can see part of his skin. You can't quite explain what exactly seeing them does to you, but your fingers are trembling when you reach for his belt and slowly pull it off, the tightly wrapped bathrobe slowly coming undone just from your touch alone.
Sylus looks.. breathtaking.
He's in tiny shorts and a tight, cropped top which is barely covering anything of his body. Not that he needed to, truly; Sylus' body is a sight to behold: something, you can't help but stare at when presented in front of you and you aren't ashamed to admit it to him, because your eyes wouldn't be able to lie no matter how hard you'd try.
He's beautiful in ways you can't describe without sounding overly excited about it; your stomach fluttering as he fully gets rid of the bathrobe and tosses it somewhere it won't be in the way, his outfit now fully presented to you.
There is a little bit of redness on the tip of his ears, especially when you lean forward to put the bunny ears on top of his head, taking in the full sight of him and the way his muscles seem to be bulging out of his outfit in a way you can only describe as.. 'delicious'.
Yes, this sight of Sylus makes your mouth water and somehow feel completely dry at the same time, just because of how taken aback you are. You two have never discussed wanting to see him in some kind of costume, but now that you have him in front of you like this, it makes you wonder why exactly you haven't thought about it yet. He'd look gorgeous no matter what he is wearing.
"I take it that you like what you are seeing, sweetie" he finally breaks your silence, the grin on his lips widening when you flinch and start blushing harder. You nod slowly, biting down at your lip as you watch the way the fabric clings on his skin and makes every part of him that you've thought you have seen already before seem like something you are discovering anew.
"You can go ahead and touch me, I don't mind"
Sylus reaches for your trembling hand and slowly guides it over to his body. He lets you touch parts of the leather pants which do a phenomenal job at hugging his hips just right, your fingers gliding over the little silver details as you move further up, your cold fingers making him hiss as you caress his midriff and follow the traces of his abs.
He lets out a light chuckle when you gasp at the smooth fabric of his top, your fingers moving underneath it to feel along his chest in a way you've never thought you have ever done before. Sylus watches with an amused gaze as you touch him almost too gently, your eyes occasionally meeting his when you try to look for confirmation in his confident crimson eyes before you continue to move along.
The sounds he makes — little sighs or groans when you shift or touch him somewhere he wouldn't expect — have your head spinning, your lower stomach tingle and your thighs want to press together tightly. You feel breathless when you are barely moving at all, your hands still awfully shaky when you cup his chest and give it an experimental squeeze, your ears taking in the beautiful sound of the gasp that makes it past his lips.
At last, your fingers reach for his ears and gently squeeze the soft velvet of them. Your knees are on either sides of his thighs, carefully caging but not straddling him in between you with Sylus' hand resting on your waist, observant eyes noticing how giddy you feel about the bunny ears and the way they bring together his whole outfit. "You are the most comfortable touching them," Sylus comments, almost accusatory, following up with a light spank to your behind when he notices you not budging, "I think there are still some other parts of me that are still waiting for you to savor them."
With one tug to your arm, he manages to get his lips on yours for the first time tonight, a familiar feelings overcoming you as you relax in his hold and let his tongue and teeth do the necessary guiding to make you feel good.
Your hands find their place around his neck, gently caressing strands of his hair as you deepen the kiss and let his hands roam across your waist and back, warm hands sneakily riding up your shirt to feel more of you and pull you closer.
It takes everything in you to not lose yourself in the pleasure of his kisses, your body pressed against his as you enjoy the way he tastes on your tongue and his teeth softly graze along your lips. You are breathless when you manage to lean back, your mind fuzzy when you lean down and gently bite his neck; a gesture that makes Sylus groan out loud, his grip on you tightening.
"Y-you are breathtaking," you mumble, your eyes gazing down at his body and the way the black leather enunciates his body perfectly — especially the way his shorts have ridden up his thighs and make it almost impossible to ignore the prominent bulge of his, "Thank you for wearing this for me"
Sylus reaches for your hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a careful kiss on the back of your hand while maintaining his gaze with you, "Of course, sweetie. All the time."
"…I-I have to ask this since it's been on my mind the whole time.. do the thighs go all the way up?"
Sylus chuckles, watching that flustered expression on your face as your fingers start fidgeting with his waistband, waiting for his approval before you continue wanting to remove them. "Do you want to find out yourself?" he mutters into your ears, chuckling when you nod slowly, your flustered expression something that makes his heart feel full in ways he can't ever properly explain to you.
"Go for it, sweetheart."
There is a small, fluffy bunny tail on the other side which you are only able to see and get a quick squeeze of when he sits up a bit and makes it possible for you to pull his shorts down in one go. The sight you are greeted with makes your stomach flip, your cheeks warming up in record time, because you'd never expect him to be wearing the most scandalous pair of tiny underpants, thin fabric barely able to cover anything about him.
"Oh my god-"
Your hands rush upwards to cover your face as you let out a tiny gasp, your hands shaking when you slowly peek through them and notice two very obvious things: one, the thighs do go all the way up and they look mind-blowing on him (especially alongside the curve of his hip and the way they emphasize his behind) and two, there is an apparent 'excitement' that is staring right back at you now that you have averted your attention to his lower body.
And Sylus doesn't look shy about it one bit. His smirk is inviting you to continue staring, his carmine eyes not averting from yours as they wait for what you are about to do next.
He reaches for your hands once again, making sure you aren't able to hide behind your palms anymore, and sets them on his bare shoulders, his arms wrapping behind your back and keeping you there so you have no room to leave. Not that you look like you want to.
"So? Like what you see?"
There is that familiar, teasing smirk you can hear in his voice before you even see it, making you let out a distressed groan first as Sylus breaks into a rumbling chuckle while you try to desperately hide your face in the crown of his hair. Your cheeks are burning up, and so is your whole body seemingly; every part that Sylus touches is making your skin tingle and shiver, your mind dizzy with how large the urge to have him do unspeakable things to you is growing.
"I-I do" you whisper, "You look.. a-"
"Amazing? Alluring? Absolutely out of this world?" Sylus chuckles, watching how your cheeks puff up in playful annoyance, "Tell me, kitten, I'm all ears"
"S-Sylus..!"
"You like it when I shower you in compliments for your outfits, so don't you want to do me the honors as well?"
Your hands tentatively run down his thighs, feeling the way his legs start tensing up when you do. Sylus is making beautiful, little sounds with every graze of your fingers across his muscled thighs, hips stuttering as if wanting you to move more — higher, faster, closer — every time you caress over a certain spot, but don't stop where he actually wants you to.
"You look stunning, Sy" you admit, a heavy blush decorating your face, "I.. I can't take my eyes off of you and you have no idea what you are doing to me when you look at me like that-"
His lips capture yours before you can continue rambling on, his tongue inviting itself into the warmth of your mouth once again. You shudder as you feel his hands move across your back, one of his warm palms moving higher and higher, so he can guide your head to turn in a way he can deepen the kiss.
It's tantalizingly hot. You can feel your heartbeat drumming in your head with every second that you spend tasting him, your body subconsciously pressing closer until you are now fully sitting on him, your hips moving together to chase the burning desire within.
"You are-" he gasps, nails digging into your sides as his eyebrows furrow in pleasure, "going to be the death of me"
"Sylusss—" your forehead is pressed against his as you let out a small moan, your hands itching to pull off your pants and everything that is separating him from you but without having to lose this current feeling right now that has your stomach tightening and your lower body trembling with longing, "I want-, n-no, I need-"
"What do you need, sweetie? Tell me and I'll give you everything you desire," Sylus presses a faint and way too short kiss on your lips before leaning down to nip at your jaw, making you gasp and pant in response, your core burning up and aching for more.
"Y-you, I need you-" You continue grinding down on him, listening to the delightful sounds that fill the air and render you completely breathless, "Can you..- Can you help me take this off?" You gesture down at your own clothes —the comfortable pyjamas you've changed into the moment you had arrived at his place which are your go-to when you come over— and Sylus doesn't waste even a second before unbuttoning your top and tossing it aside so he can indulge in the softness of your chest and how they feel in his rough hands.
You let out a pleased sigh, enjoying the warmth of his palms as they roam over your body and caress you gently. Despite your whiny protests, he manages to pull you off of him for a second, taking off your shorts in one go before placing you back into his lap again so you can continue pressing yourself against him — the feeling of the soft tights in contrast to how hard he is underneath them drawing a soft moan out of you.
A grunt makes it past Sylus' lips as his hips move in sync with yours, his thrusts growing uneven as he focuses on making you feel good, his fingers dipping into your underwear to finally give you the release you have been craving this whole time.
"You are soaked" he comments with a chuckle, watching as you break into a beautiful fluster, unable to meet his eyes as you turn breathless underneath his touch, "I love how honest your body is with me, Kitten"
"S-Stop teasing me, Sylus-"
Sylus chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss that seems so innocent from all the other ones he has given you tonight, "I'm not. I just thought you'd enjoy my little commentary since you have been so quiet-"
"I'll kill you if you continue with that 'little commentary' for any second longer-," you retort immediately, glaring at him with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, and in typical Sylus fashion, he doesn't seem fazed by your threat one bit; instead, he grazes his finger along your clit, making you let out a needy whine in response, "I'd like to see you try" he adds with a smirk.
"S-sylus, please-" you roll your eyes at him, fingernails digging into his arms as his fingers start speeding up, having you see stars as he keeps up a steady pace, "a-as much as I enjoy seeing you in this outfit, I'd rather you take this off. Right. Now."
His eyes have that intrigued spark to them as he observes you; you know that he is not doing any better than you — the prominent bulge pressing into your back a clear sign for it — but this is Sylus you are talking about. He's going to keep that calm and collected face on for as long as he hasn't been inside of you yet. (That's when he usually tends to crumble.)
"Eager now, are we?"
"Sylus-"
"If you ask me nicely, I'll consider it"
"…I hate you so much."
Sylus stops moving, a clear grin draped across his face as he slowly, while maintaining full eye contact with you, removes his hand from your panties, and cocks his head to the side. "Oh do you now? Guess I'll just take care of myself then."
The little annoyed whine you respond with has him let out a huffed laugh; he's clearly enjoying teasing you like this and you are certainly too frustrated right now to have him continue whatever kind of game he is aiming to play with you tonight. Your hands reach forward to grab him by his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss that is more bite than bliss; a heavenly feeling overcoming you when he groans in response, parting his lips to give you better access.
For a moment, Sylus seems taken aback; eyes widening before he relaxes into your hold and reciprocates with just as much fervor. The bunny ears which have been sitting on top of his hair have fallen off his head, the dull noise as it falls onto the ground vaguely registering in his ear, but he couldn't care less to worry about it.
He starts moving again, hips thrusting upwards to meet yours as your teeth clash and your tongues intertwine. Without wasting another second, your fingers move downwards, nails dipping into the smooth fabric of the pantyhose he's wearing and you rip them apart in one go, finally revealing his bare skin to you which you are able to feel more closely now.
"What now, my love?" he mutters, freeing himself from the last piece of garment still on him, his member springing free as it hits against his stomach and makes the nastiest sound. You are licking your lips before you know it, the small glister at the tip of his cock having you squirm on his lap while you silently beg for his hand to be in between your thighs again.
As if he's able to read your thoughts, Sylus places one hand on your waist and gently coaxes you closer. His other one finally dips back into your panties again, familiar fingers greeting the already waiting wetness which has been aching for him since the moment he has been gone. He lets out a tiny hiss and leans in for a quick kiss; an urgency to it that makes you realize, he is this close to snapping.
"I-Inside" you pant, rutting your hips against his hand, desperately trying to look for some relief, "I need you inside, Sy-"
"I have to prep you first, sweetie" Sylus grunts, his index finger easily slipping inside with how wet you already are which has you let out a blissed-out moan, "don't want to hurt you"
"You'll never hurt me" you mumble, your hands reaching upwards to cup his face, "I know you won't."
"You're testing my patience by being this adorable, do you know that?" his lips meet yours as he adds another finger, and with the way you are moving your hips against him, it manages to hit the right spot just perfectly; your lips parting to let out beautiful noises which he takes no time indulging in.
He makes you come once before he finally removes his fingers, his cock lined up already so you won't miss out on him for even a single second. "I can't wait to feel you around me" he whispers in your ear, your whole body twitching in immediate response, feeling the way his length is just barely grazing against you, "can't wait for how good you'll feel"
"S-Sylus" you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you gently sit down on it and take him in, the sharp pain you feel as he enters you having you squeeze around him instinctively. Sylus hisses in immediate response, his fingers moving downwards so he can help you loosen up, "I need you to relax for me" he groans, capturing your lips with his again and letting his tongue roam all over your mouth, "Come on, open up for me, sweetie"
His first thrust is gentle and awfully slow. His hands are holding onto your hips as he grinds into you, his eyebrows furrowed while he watches the way your expression changes from pain into pleasure. The sounds of you two connecting fills the air, little pants escaping your lips as you cling onto Sylus' broad frame and try to move along with him, your lower stomach tingling each time you hear a moan coming out of his mouth.
"So good" you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair, "Y-you feel so good"
Sylus groans, and you notice him twitch inside of you, waves of pleasure washing over you over and over again as Sylus eagerly works on making you come apart in his arms.
"You look beautiful like this" he murmurs, leaning down to leave traces of bite marks across your chest and neck that you are sure you are going to scold him for tomorrow, "so beautiful when you are this full of me"
You whimper, clenching around him just from his words alone, your head spinning as his pace increases and his hips fully flush against yours each time he thrusts upwards. He's deliberately trying to get you to come now, his fingers circling your clit while he's nibbling on that certain spot of your ear he knows will have you melting in no time.
Your nails are digging into his skin, your voice growing louder. It's hard to focus on everything at once with all these sensations overwhelming you, Sylus unrelenting nature in trying to make you feel good something you can't escape from, no matter how hard you try to tell him otherwise. And deep down you know that you don't want him to.
"'m close-"
"Then come for me, love"
Your body is trembling as you feel the build-up, your thighs shaking before you finally get to let go, a slew of indistinguishable words making it past your lips as you squeeze your legs together and relish in the rush of emotions that overcome you.
Sylus is breathless, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries his hardest not to come as well, the beautiful squeeze you have on him making him groan and lean in for a hungry kiss. His arms wrap around you and hold you tightly, sweaty bodies flushed together as he gently guides you through your orgasm with his sweet words; the way your name rolls off his tongue making you feel dizzy, a warmth igniting within you already because you can still feel how hard he is.
"I love you" you mumble, your legs having given out so Sylus helps you lean back until you are fully sprawled out across the bed for him, his body towering over yours, "You are beautiful no matter what you wear, but you looked so hot today"
"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie" Sylus hums, pressing a kiss on your temple, "I love you, too. Maybe I should do this more often then"
"We can do something together next time" you suggest with a small giggle, "that would have us both all hot and bothered"
"Make sure to take those days off then. I'm not going to let you leave this room until I'm fully satisfied"
"You are saying that as if you don't do that every time we have sex anyways" you reply, rolling your eyes at him and Sylus lets out an annoyed huff before he rocks his hips against you once, making you let out a loud whine in immediate regret.
"Never heard you complain about it once" he answers smugly, his crimson eyes watching you with amusement as you writhe underneath him. He cups your face when you don't reply; his voice soft when he talks to you because despite everything, he'll always make sure you are feeling alright, "are you good to go for another round?"
"..'course I am" you whisper, making sure your lips are close to his ear when you continue speaking, "I can't wait to feel when you cum inside of me"
"You are playing a dangerous game here, sweetie" Sylus murmurs, moaning when you squeeze around him experimentally, "I'll fill you up until you are begging for me to stop"
I know I have been so bad at updating on here, but I'm finally free from uni for a while again!! (at least until late july if I'm lucky :'))
I'm very sorry for having to constantly go on hiatus but it's been really bad this year and it's probably not going to get any better for a while unfortunately;;
That being said, I'm uploading tonight and will go and catch up on some fics and fanart in the meantime.
Thank you for sticking with me throughout my constant ups and downs and I hope I'll see you for any future uploads :)
When trying to plan a surprise for Caleb's birthday, you never thought he would get this suspicious of you.
─ .✦ Leopard!Caleb, MC is keeping a secret, possessive and jealous Caleb
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─ .✦ Part of the 'Your Gravity' Caleb zine! Thank you for having me and please check out everyone else's work! The full zine will be out on the 12th ♡
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You are hiding something, and Caleb knows it.
Since he started living with you, he's learned a couple of things, one of them being the fact that you are a terrible liar and even worse at coming up with excuses when he asks where you’ve been or what you’ve been up to — especially if he does it in that pleading tone of his that makes you weak every single time.
He also knows your scent well. It's the very same scent of that body wash sitting in the bathroom with that fancy label on it; right next to his own bottle that you've bought weeks ago which — unbeknownst to you — is still full since he has decided to use yours exclusively. Caleb likes to smell like you after all, no matter how hard you want to teach him otherwise.
But recently you have started coming home late, wearing a smell he doesn't recognize and being awfully vague about it. And no matter how often he asks you about it, no matter how carefully he tries to pry into it, you avert your eyes from his begging ones and tell him it's nothing; that he shouldn't continue asking because work has just been awfully busy and the ride home takes some time. But he knows that you are lying; knows that you are keeping something a secret from him that he is not supposed to find out.
And Caleb hates it.
Because that smell you are wearing, it smells like someone else. It makes his skin crawl and desperately want to get rid of it, his fingers itching to move closer so he can overwrite it with his own, so at least it's not that sickly sweet scent that doesn't belong on you that is wafting over your smooth skin and lingering on your clothes.
He knows that he is being stubborn about this — constantly asking you where you are going and wanting to tag along every time you get ready for work — but he simply can't help himself; he's supposed to be the only one you care about after all, and he's going to make sure of it.
Small, careful steps.
Caleb can hear the gentleness to them as they try to sneak past his room, but it seems you definitely forgot how great his hearing is; sharp, pointy ears perking up when he senses something happening that is unusual for this time of the day when the sun has barely risen and the light is just grazing the curtains.
In all the months he has started living with you, Caleb has learned your schedule by heart, and he knows you would rather sleep in on a free weekend than be up and running this early already, usually joining him on the couch for some cuddling the moment you wake up as you enjoy your first coffee of the day.
His body moves as if on its own, approaching the door so he can slowly pry it open and take a peek outside where he sees you secretly getting ready and putting on your shoes in the corridor, nervous eyes constantly shifting around.
There's something weird about you and as he raises his nose up in the air so he can take a careful sniff, his eyebrows immediately furrow in confusion when he clearly identifies and recognizes this smell. It's that expensive bottle of perfume that sits high up on the shelf in your room, carefully placed there so he won't accidentally get to it.
The last time he remembers you wearing it, you had been invited to a major work event at the hunters’ association where you had been awarded a great achievement for your hard work. And now you are wearing it at seven in the morning when trying to make it out of the apartment without him noticing.
Now that's suspicious.
"..Where are you going?"
His voice is raspy and slightly harsh; the moment the words make it past his lips, you let out a tiny yelp and whip your head around to look at him.
That is the look of someone who just got caught red handed, Caleb figures. Your eyes are unable to meet his; fidgeting hands trying to hide something behind your back when you take in the sight of him and the way he's crossing his arms in front of his puffed up chest.
"Y-You're up already, Caleb! I'm just..-" your eyes dart around the room, trying to look for an excuse before returning your gaze to match his, "I'm meeting up with Tara today! Forgot to tell you about it last night, but we are getting breakfast together"
You are lying. Knowing how clingy he is, you would never leave home without letting him know first. Especially because — since taking him in — you had learned pretty early on how much Caleb hated the thought of being away from you, being genuinely upset when you make it home late when a mission ended up taking longer than necessary or you wouldn't make it home in time even though 'you promised'.
"It's not even eight" he mutters, stepping closer so he can wrap his arm around yours and tug you back into your shared apartment, something inside of his stomach churning in frustration, "You could've woken me up to let me know"
His tail has already wrapped around your waist, making it hard for you to get out from his firm grip. You can feel his strong gaze as it's burying holes in your face, waiting for a proper answer to make it past your lips. But it's hard to do that when you can clearly tell he won't take a simple no for a reply, especially now when he's obviously agitated.
"I won't be away for too long, Caleb" you whisper, reaching your hand up to cup his face, "Just wait a little bit longer and I'll be back before you know it, alright? How about that apple pie from downtown you like so much? I'll go grab you a slice, ok?"
He's pouting, his bottom lip pushed out as he nuzzles his face into your palm in a way he always does when he's trying to act cute and convince you not to go. It would've worked usually, but you have something to do today that is pretty important, so there's no way you are going to fall for his tricks once more.
"I'm so sorry, but I really have to get going now. I'll be back in an hour, promise" You gently brush your fingers through his brown, soft locks, pressing a quick kiss on his nose before you break away and gesture for him to go back to sleep.
But Caleb is faster — he always is — and he reaches for your hand to bring it up to his face, pressing his sharp teeth into your palm as he leaves a prominent bite mark on it, gently brushing his tongue against it as an apology when you let out a pained yelp. His eyes are half-lidded and his grip feels warm, and he only lets go when you repeatedly reassure him you would be back soon and that he will get you to himself for the rest of the day.
"It's been way longer than an hour."
Caleb's ears are flattened on top of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and you know this is going to be a difficult conversation when you notice how his nose scrunched up the moment you entered the living room and stepped inside, his eyes averting any attempt of yours to look at him.
"Traffic has been kind of busy. I'm sorry, 'leb-"
"And you have that disgusting smell on you again"
You raise your eyebrow in confusion, trying to get a whiff of yourself, but it's difficult to pick up anything, no matter how hard you try. It must be his sensitive nose that understands the little details off about you, and Caleb sighs when you tell him you don't notice anything and don't even know where it's coming from.
"You don't understand, it's everywhere" Caleb murmurs, walking over and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, leaving little traces of his teeth across your skin without hurting you too much in the process, "Where did you go? Who did you meet?"
"Me? Nobody..! I was just-"
"You said you were going out for breakfast with Tara," Caleb huffs, his voice cold, "So you lied to me"
His grip on you tightens, his tail wrapping around your waist and you can clearly tell that he is angry now as his nails start digging into your clothes and his body starts tensing up.
"W-Wait, Caleb! Hear me out for a second! I just-"
"You have been hiding something from me, I know it" he growls, lunging forward to leave several bites on your neck, "So? Who is it? Who are you trying to meet when I'm at home waiting for you?"
"Alright, alright, stop!"
Your hands reach forward to press against his chest, pushing his body away from you in one go, so you can break free from his grip and take a couple of steps back. You are panting, your chest heaving as you watch the way his eyes had turned dark, his whole body tensing up in betrayal; it reminded you of the time when you first started living together and you had to slowly learn how to gain Caleb's trust over time.
You sigh, shaking your head, "Caleb, sit down and close your eyes. I'll be back in a minute."
Your steps are quick and his nose nervously follows your scent.
Caleb listens to the little sounds you make: hears a door open and close, something rustling and crackling, shelves opening and closing. Then he hears your steps as they quickly draw closer and finally stop right in front of him, an object placed on the table in front of him that he can't make out at all, but can immediately recognize.
It has that smell you have been carrying these past days.
"Okay, now open your eyes"
Bright sparks take over his vision, little crackling noises leaving him confused as he turns his head to look at you, waiting for an answer while he stares at what he can only identify as some type of cake with a branch sitting on top of it.
"Happy birthday, Caleb!" you chirp nervously, presenting the little surprise you had tried to prepare for him in advance, "I know it's not officially your birthday, but today marks the very first year we have been living together! I tried making you a cake by myself, but you have been way too observant recently, so I had to break the news earlier than I wanted to-"
"…Birthday?" he whispers, taking a closer look at the cake in front of him that is still flickering, pretty decorations added to hand-drawn letters that spell out his name and a small message on it.
"Yep, your birthday! I figured you wouldn't be the biggest fan of surprises, but I never expected you to be this suspicious of me"
The haze inside his mind is slowly dissipating as he watches the wide smile on your face and the way your eyes are shining at him. The squeeze he has been feeling these past days, tightly clutching onto his heart, is slowly loosening and making it possible to finally breathe out properly and realize that all this time, you have thought about him, and him only.
You chuckle leaning forward to stroke his hair, "You are lucky I don't mind how clingy you are, but keep down the bites next year, alright?"
He nuzzles his face into your palm, gently brushing his lips against the mark he had left there with a little whine, "Alright."
Okay so 💛 my favorite trope is reader being injured badly, even after doing everything right (calling for help etc) but it's not enough. Reader gets rescued by LI and they are so very ferocious and protective.
Could I request this with Xavier please?
I sure hope i did it right.
Once again congratulations friend! 🎊
There are only a handful of times you had seen Xavier getting mad.
Today was one of them.
─ .✦ established relationship, MC gets hurt on a mission, protective Xavier
─ .✦ word count: 2.2k
꒰ ✉︎ ꒱For anon - Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading!
"This can't be happening.."
There is a sharp pull in your leg that forces your eyes open, your hands immediately rushing to grip onto your thighs as the wound on it makes you let out a pained hiss and desperate cry. The gash you've gotten looks horrible and will likely leave a scar if you don't get proper first-aid soon, but deep inside this forest it will surely take some time for your distress signal to arrive and for help to come get you soon.
Your vision feels blurry and your head is throbbing; you must've accidentally hit your head somehow when you tried to hoist your body into safety and away from immediate danger. Sighing, you lean back, taking in your surroundings which consist mainly of tall trees and heavy shadows that make it hard to identify your actual location, let along spend enough light not to start worrying.
The sudden surge of wanderers had taken you by surprise; you were supposed to be out on a simple patrol for metaflux fluctuations when the amount of high-level wanderers backed you into a corner and had you call for emergency back-up instead. You aren't sure if the signal arrived in time, but next thing you knew, you had been attacked from behind, a large scratch left on your leg that rendered you unable to move had you not been able to fire one last fatal shot before losing consciousness.
This is definitely not how it was supposed to go today and you know that if someone at the association were to find out what had happened, you'll be scolded endlessly for trying to fight on your own, not bothering to do enough research before heading out.
There's a reason you have a partner after all. And especially he wouldn't like this situation you've found yourself in if he were to realize how hurt you've gotten this time, something kind of ironic about how you ended up like this when you are always the one who nags him for disappearing without saying a word; dangerous wanderers fought in the middle of the night when you are asleep and assuming he would be doing the same.
But that's just the kind of guy Xavier is.
Reliant and strong. Knowledgeable and capable of accomplishing anything he sets his mind on with very few instances of him not excelling in them. You've always wondered what a guy like him — so perfect and seemingly closed off — would see in you and what exactly you possess in comparison to others that made him want to open up to you when he barely does that with anyone else.
The longer you think about him, the more you feel like wanting to cry. You've managed to lose your phone in the middle of combat, so even if you wanted to, you don't think you are able to call him right now, no matter how desperately you wish to see him in this moment, his gentle voice telling you that you will be alright and there's no need to worry anymore.
"Please come get me quickly.. Xavier"
Your whisper meets darkness, your hands and feet feeling numb from the cold and no matter how hard you squint your eyes to search for him, you cannot see his light in the far distance at all.
And as your eyelids grow heavy, your body trembling in fear, all you are left to do is hold onto yourself, hoping for time to pass quickly and a small miracle to arrive soon.
A bright miracle, hopefully. One that can take you away from this never-ending darkness.
"..'ll handle it…"
"…port to the association.."
"…right, thank you-"
The familiar voice sounds distant, something in the grass next to you shifting and when you open your eyes and take in the sight of the person in front of you, for a moment you think you are merely dreaming. Is that really Xavier in front of you right now?
Your hand is reaching out before you can even comprehend what is happening, his skin cold to the touch when your fingers brush his cheek gently. Xavier immediately turns his head to look at you, his pupils blown in surprise as he gazes at your face with an unexplainable expression on his face. It takes him a moment before he starts talking, his voice rough and deep that you can't quite tell if he has just not said anything in a while or if he has been woken up from sleep just a little while ago.
"You are awake" he mutters, and you notice the beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead running down his face; an unusual thing for someone who is able to get anywhere at the speed of light, "How are you feeling?"
"…C-cold"
Your throat hurts when you try to talk, your voice raspy and dry that it makes you let out a pained cough. Xavier's brows are furrowed as he takes a proper look at you, his thumb caressing your face gently, brushing away strands of hair that have fallen into your face, "Do you think you can handle the way back? I'll try to make it as quick as possible, but I need you to tell me if it hurts"
There's something in his eyes; something dark and unexplainable, and when he takes a closer look at your leg, all he does is let out an indecipherable sigh, his words for you scarce as he lifts you up and you two slowly make your way back. You can feel the tension on his shoulders when you brace yourself against them sometimes, your wound acting up occasionally that you are forced to take a short break so you can catch your breath for a moment.
And with every instance Xavier has to put you back down on the ground, your forehead accumulating buckets of sweat as you groan out loud and your nails dig into your thighs, he grows more and more silent, especially watching the way your whole body starts shaking in response to the toll this whole ordeal had taken on you.
You have never seen him this quiet and absentminded over you getting hurt before. Usually, when you accidentally hit yourself when walking past some furniture, or manage to get a cut while preparing lunch, he would fuss over you like you're going to bruise for weeks; the biggest frown on his face as he holds you and kisses your injury until you have to beg him to stop, constantly reassuring him that you are fine.
That's how Xavier usually behaves.
So, seeing him like this — completely quiet, his lips pressed together into a thin line, eyes barely holding any light in them even when they meet yours — reminds you of when you two first met, and he had been so different from the Xavier you've gotten to know over time. And it's only when you finally arrive at the hospital and get ushered to be looked after by a doctor, that you finally find the right word to all the questions that have been running through your head.
Xavier… is mad.
"…I'm sorry"
Xavier blinks, his once cold gaze slowly softening as the words finally register in his head and he lifts his head to meet your eyes. "What for?" he whispers, giving your hand a light squeeze.
"I.. got hurt when out on a mission. That wasn't supposed to happen."
Had this been the Xavier you always knew him to be, he'd say something along the lines of 'it's not your fault' or 'you couldn't have seen it coming, don't worry' right about now, making sure you don't feel bad about what had happened, because that's just the kind of person he is; especially knowing how capable you are in what you do.
But Xavier is eerily quiet, simply nodding his head along with you as if agreeing with what you had just said. You can tell how tense the air still feels between you two; his unusual demeanor something you have no idea how to handle, especially with how vulnerable you were currently feeling now that your body has finally gotten the chance to relax and focus on recovering.
"I'm sorry for making you mad"
Xavier frowns, shaking his head, "…I'm not mad."
"You haven't looked at me properly since you've entered this room, Xav"
"That's because-" he sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he refuses to look at you; it's something he always does when he's trying to lie, but you know him better than that, "..No, actually, never mind."
He has never sounded this distant to you before. It's like he's angry at you for messing up the mission, and with everything that had happened today and how exhausted your body was already feeling, you felt strangely overwhelmed, your heart rate picking up quickly as your head started spinning in circles. Was it shame or guilt, you really couldn't tell anymore; all you could envision when closing your eyes is that displeased expression on his face.
Your voice shakes when you finally speak up, your fingers slowly intertwining with his as you feel your throat tightening and your eyes starting to burn, tears welling up inside of them, "Xavier, talk to me.." you swallow — the big lump inside your throat making you feel like you won't be able to say any more, "..please-"
The moment he looks back into your eyes again, it is as if that sturdy wall immediately breaks. Xavier's eyes widen in shock, his hands immediately rushing upwards to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away any signs of tears you might've shed.
"I'm sorry" he mumbles in his soft voice, shaking his head slowly, "I didn't mean to make you cry"
Even though he told you not to, the moment you felt like this was finally Xavier talking to you again, the tears don't stop rolling down your face. His arms wrap around your body in an instant, pressing you closer to his chest so you could calm down while listening to the beat of his heart.
Xavier's always calm usually, and so is his heart rate.
But right now it sounds like his heart about to burst out of his chest.
"I'm sorry," he repeats, squeezing you as you silently shed your tears, "I didn't mean to get angry at you. I just..-" he sighs, leaning down so you are facing each other properly, "You have no idea how I've felt when I got back from my mission and heard that there had been a distress signal coming from your watch- It has taken me so long to finally get to you when I should've been there the moment it happened-"
"You were out on a mission yourself.. There was no way you could've come to me sooner-"
"I tried calling you again and again, but it never went through. I was imagining the worst when I was rushing to where your location last pinged.. and then I saw your wound"
"I lost my phone while fighting," you explain nervously, your hands fidgeting with the hem of the blanket, "and by the time I thought about going to look for it so I can text you, I wasn't able to move anymore.. I'm sorry"
"Don't be."
His arms feel warm. Xavier continues silently holding you until both of you are able to calm down, his heart beat finally feeling familiar again. His voice is soft when he speaks up, the remains of tears having dried up as you listen to him talk.
"When I thought I was going to lose you.. my mind went blank. Every time you looked like you were in pain, I felt like it was my fault for not getting to you quicker," his eyebrows are furrowed, his hand trembling as it cups your face, "I kept thinking that I should've asked you what your plans were going to be today or what missions you were supposed to be out on.. I don't ever want to see you go through this kind of pain ever again."
"You are too sweet, Xav."
"I just don't want to lose you."
"You won't." You smile, placing your hand above his, "Look at me, I'm fine now, aren't I? I'm right in front of you."
Xavier nods slowly.
"I've made sure to do everything I could, given the situation I'd been in. I'm hurt, but I'm going to be alright. This is just another part of our job that is inevitable, right? I can't promise you that I'll always come out of a fight unscathed, but I'll be more careful next time, I promise."
You press a short kiss on his palm, nuzzling your face into it, "I'm sorry for making you worry this much."
The fog that has previously clouded his eyes finally seemed to have calmed. It's that beautiful blue again, full of admiration and warmth for you which he reserves for you, and you only. Xavier leans closer, your foreheads touching and for a while, he just stays with you like this, breathing in the smell of you as it proved to him that you are indeed fine and well.
"I'll make sure you never get hurt again, I promise."
I would love a combo of everything (if possible, I know it's a lot) with Zayne pretty please
I love all of.your prompts! So hard to choose!
The good morning kiss, and "I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you" really stuck out. Any of them are 😙🤌 though
Midnight Kiss - Zayne X MC
A drunken mistake.. or is it not?
─ .✦ pre-relationship, friends to more?, feelings realization, confessions
─ .✦ word count: 1.9k
꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ for @smeetywerben - Thank you for the request!
The first thing you notice is the raging headache.
It's the reason you can't pretend to close your eyes anymore and instead decide to sit up, taking in the sight of a room you can vaguely identify yet have never found yourself in — except for in passing.
There's a slither of light that is trying to find its way into the room, gently prying into long curtains that adorn tall windows and make it easier for you to see whatever is around you.
It's.. tidy. Everything about this room looks like it's sitting right where it's meant to be; from the perfectly arranged bookshelves organized by color to the small pile of discarded clothes sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully folded some time last night when words were easier to say and actions meant more than they were supposed to.
The next thing you notice is the pain in your lower back.
It's faint at first, but when you had tried sitting up, it was definitely noticeable, making you wonder what exactly had happened the night prior for you to feel like this: as if your legs are seconds from giving out and you need to re-learn how to walk once more even though you have thought of yourself to be pretty athletic usually.
And then, there's these little.. insect-like bites you notice when glancing down at your own body, realizing in late mortification that you are not wearing anything at all and the clothes sitting on the blanket are actually yours; worn out for a night of drinks mere hours ago.
But the answer to all your questions is just right there, next to you.
A wide back, pitch black hair and deep scars scattered across arms that would usually never be in your sight had it not been for whatever happened a night ago which makes you break into a splitting headache every time you try to think about it.
That's Zayne, you notice calmly. And this is his bedroom.
Now that you think about it, this must be the first time you see him sleeping in front of you: tired eyes finally closed for once, stern lips gently parted, looking softer than you had always thought them to be and a peaceful rhythm accompanying what you hope happens to be a nice dream.
Your eyes gaze around the room in search for your phone and luckily, it seems that someone had been mindful and kind enough to make sure to charge it for you, letting you look no further than the nightstand next to you to go and reach for it.
It's still pretty early; had it not been for the horrible hangover, you are sure you would've slept in some more and tried to get some more rest that you usually don't get during the week — being busy with long missions and never-ending reports after all.
There's a couple of text messages that help you slowly piece together the puzzle called 'yesterday'; one of them coming from one of those extravagant dating apps a friend of yours managed to convince you to download after catching you complain about being lonely a couple of times too often.
The last message has been sent pretty recently, reading: 'again, so sorry about last night! Hope you made it home safe afterwards, I'll treat you to something yummy next time, promise x' and you try to desperately remember a face that goes with those words, only for the rustling of blankets to catch you off-guard instead, the panic of waking up in someone else's bedroom finally registering in your mind.
Zayne shifts a bit and you watch how the gap between the curtains manages to give way for a streak of light to hit a part of his face, his once relaxed eyebrows furrowing in response. And then, very slowly, he opens his eyes.
As if sensing something unusual happening, Zayne immediately turns around towards you, the rustle of the blanket being awfully loud until your eyes meet his and you are met with another second of silence where you to simply stare at each other without saying a word.
It takes him about ten seconds.
His eyes take in the room and the way you are currently sitting next to him before glancing down at his own body where he notices the small scratches that embellish his already existing scars. And after all that quiet analyzing, probably remembering bits of the events from last night, you notice the way he starts flushing furiously: his cheeks coloring pink and his ears looking like they are on fire as his eyes widen in late realization.
Zayne opens his mouth, then immediately closes it. He opens it once more, but the moment his eyes meet yours it's like he can't formulate his words anymore, and so you are met with another flash of silence that he isn't able to break no matter how hard he seems to try.
"..Good morning?" you try instead, attempting to break the awkwardness between you two that resulted from what you can only assume was a drunken hook-up with your one and only best friend, Zayne who happened to be on call when your 'date' cancelled on you and you were looking for someone else to have a drink with. And Zayne would never refuse your pleading eyes, no matter how tired he's been from work.
Your throat feels tight, the words coming out of your mouth raspy and sharp and Zayne immediately fetches you a glass of water that just happens to be right there next to him. Always prepared, that guy.
"Good morning," he responds with a small smile, and you notice how he has a hard time returning your gaze considering your current status of undress, "..about last night-"
"I'll be honest, I don't remember everything" you interrupt him, holding onto your head that has started throbbing once again when you try to recall anything that happened hours prior which can answer how you've ended up here, "my head feels like it's about to burst though"
"..I'll grab you something for it then."
There is something sad in that smile you can't quite put the right words behind, his eyes dimming when he looks at you and what you may want to remain as a drunken mistake made due to frustration and momentary judgment.
When he returns, Zayne is holding two cups of coffee and sits down in front of you where he watches you take the painkiller in silence before offering you his warm mug. He looks like he's deep in thought; eyebrows furrowed in a way you can immediately tell that something is on his mind that he has a hard time saying out loud to you. You nudge him gently, tilting your head in question, "Are you alright?" you whisper.
"..I'm not."
His words sound distant and maybe it's something he's doing subconsciously, but you can clearly tell the cold from his evol slowly surrounding him as if trying to put up a barrier that is getting harder and harder to break.
"What's on your mind?" you try again, closing the distance between you so he knows you are there, right next to him.
Zayne has always been quick to suppress his feelings when there's something that bothers him, putting other people before himself usually. You two have been friends for such a long time already yet you rarely see him this.. agitated? or maybe frustrated about something. And this whole situation you two have found yourself in probably is not making this any easier for him.
"..How do you want to handle this?" he asks quietly.
"What do you-"
"Do you want to pretend this was a mistake? That we got caught up in the moment and crossed a line that should've never ever been touched?" His voice is laced in hurt and you feel your heart rate picking up when you look at him and the way his eyes glaze over, "..Because if this is what you want, I.. I'll do that. You don't remember it all anyways, so let's just say this was a stupid mistake and-"
"Do you really mean that?" Your hand reaches out for his, gently patting him so he can look at you, "Is that what you think I want this to be? Something I regret?"
"We were drunk, you just got stood up from that date and I happened to be there and the mood was right. I don't want 'this'.. to destroy years of our relationship because I.." he sighs, runs his hand through his still messy hair, "Because I really treasure you and I don't want to lose you"
Little snippets of last night flash across your eyes: Zayne in full fluster, his gentle hands holding you and soft kisses peppered across your body; whispers of affection, him saying 'I've always wanted to do this' and repeated 'I love you's that at that time barely registered in your mind with how lightheaded you had started to feel, yet now make your stomach flutter like all the butterflies in the world are trying to tell you: it's him.
It's him and nobody else would ever compare.
The one who has always been by your side, no matter how hard life had gotten over the years.
The one who always makes sure to pick you up no matter how down you are feeling.
The very one who makes sure to pick up your call even when you tell him about something as simple as a no-show. How come it took you this long to notice?
"You won't lose me, Zayne" you tell him softly, "I know that things turned out differently last night, but I don't regret anything nor did I think about it as something I didn't like. I wasn't that drunk to mistake you for some kind of replacement I needed because I got stood up. You know me better than this"
"..I know," he mutters quietly, his ears slowly turning that shade of pink again, "It's just that I always wanted this to be different.. I said a lot last night and I think you don't remember even half of it"
"What's holding you back then?" you wrap the blanket that has been covering you around him, pulling him closer until your shoulders meet and you can feel how cool his skin feels on yours, "Don't you want to help me recall? I won't mind it"
"Y-you're dangerous" Zayne stutters, blushing.
"Do you hate it?" you respond with a small chuckle and watch as he shakes his head.
"Of course not"
You nudge your nose against his cheek, notice how his face tenses up but immediately starts relaxing when you plant kisses alongside his jaw, a small giggle escaping your lips when you feel how red he's starting to turn, "You are off today, aren't you?" you whisper.
He shyly answers with a nod.
"I've always thought I would be fine watching you from the side. No matter what kind of person you would start seeing, no matter what decisions you would make, I was fine with it, because at least I would be able to be around"
Your hand stops tracing his arm, and you watch him curiously, nodding for him to go on.
"I told myself that I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, that I was fine simply staying a friend, but every moment I'm by your side I feel like I'm complete and I don't want to let you go"
"Well lucky for you, I'm not planning to leave any time soon," you giggle, wrapping your arm around his, and pressing a kiss on his lips, taking him by surprise, "You have me for life now."
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