In which Zayne accidentally consumes more aphrodisiac than what is advisory and the only way to help him get over his ...urges is to indulge with him.
Warnings: Usage of aphrodisiacs, reader is quite careless with it, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, p in v, fingering, zayne is horny and insatiable
The front door opened with a bang and you startled, setting your book down and making your way to the entryway just to see Zayne stumble in through the doorway, nearly falling to the floor twice in his attempt.
Alarmed, you moved toward him to steady him, but he held up a hand, making you pause "Zayne? Wait let me hel-"
"For the-" His head was lowered, half his body keeled at the waist "For the rest of the night-" He panted, pushing himself to stand upright "Stay away from me"
Brows knotted, you watched him in confusion as he removed his shoes in a haste, dropped his briefcase on the bureau and brushed past you, not looking at you a single time. You grabbed his arm and turned him toward you.
"What's going on?" His temperature finally registering on you, you frowned "You're burning up. Do you have a fever?"
"N-No.." Pulling his arm out of your grip, Zayne moved away from you "Leave me alone for tonight. Please"
"Zayne" You followed him as he opened the door to your bedroom but blocked you from entering it "Baby, what happened?"
For the first time since he got home, his gaze landed on you, roving lovingly over your face before looking pained and tortured as it lowered, taking in your see through midnight blue gown and matching lace lingerie. He shut the door in your face, the latch clicking into place.
That didn't stop you from banging your fist repeatedly against the door "You're serious?! You're going to lock me out of our bedroom all night?"
A muted thump indicated that Zayne was leaning against the door, his panting so heavy you could hear it across the wood. You tried again "Zayne, baby, please open the door. I'm really worried"
When you got no response yet again, you drop your hand, lightly tapping now "Did something happen at the event tonight?"
"-promise..explain...tomorrow" came back his muffled voice, the strain evident.
"You're burning up, baby. Let me see you, please"
You could hear shuffling before Zayne moved away from the door, listening intently till you heard a loud crash that sounded like stationary got you pounding your fist against the door, pleading and begging him to open up.
It was silent again after that and you were seriously considering hammering your way through or unscrewing the hinges of the door when a torn piece of paper slid under the door toward you.
Picking it up, you noted that the illegible handwriting that was such a far cry from Zayne's usual neat penmanship and it took you several moments to decipher the three words.
Potent.
Aphrodisiac.
Chocolate.
Someone had given him an aphrodisiac? At a charity gala?
"Baby, let me see you. Maybe I can help" You tapped against the door again but it was just silent on the other end.
Another piece slid through the door.
No.
Turn on.
You.
You were trying to feel bad for him, really. But in the moment, all you could think about was how he was running away from you because you turned him on.
That information was turning you on.
"Do you have more of that chocolate? Maybe I can take some and we can have a little...fun" You suggested, laughing to yourself but the door flung open at that and Zayne appeared, looking frantic.
"No fucking way" He panted, holding on to the doorframe for support.
Your eyes immediately dropped to his pants, at the hard on straining against his zipper. Zayne had offered himself a small mercy and unbuttoned his pants but that had not helped, clearly. His shirt was rumpled like he'd been trying to unbutton it but forgotten about it midway. His usually perfect hair was in a disarray, his forehead had a sheen of sweat, his teeth were abusing his lower lip as he released shaky exhales, his glasses dangled dangerously at the edge of his nose.
Heavens, he was sexy when disheveled.
"Please, sweetheart. Just for tonight, hm?" He managed, using all his energy to keep his focus solely on your face.
Not that it was helping. Your voice was enough to turn him on.
"Why are you hiding from me?" Your hand raised to cup the side of his face and it was gratifying to see his entire body leaning into the simple touch.
"If I touched you.." Eyes closing, Zayne let your touch center him "I wouldn't be able to stop"
"You say that like I would hate it" Wrapping your other hand around his neck, you pulled him closer "I wouldn't mind that at all. I quite like it when you can't stop touching me"
"Please" He whimpered, trying to move away from your body, hands resting over yours but unable to pull away, his baser instincts winning "Not like this, baby. If I accidentally hurt you in the process.."
Rising on your tiptoes, you brought his forehead down to yours and whispered a breath away from his lips "You have more of the chocolate, don't you?"
Zayne's disorientation led you straight to your answer as his gaze shot up over you and went straight toward his briefcase, lying abandoned in the entryway. He made a bold attempt to retrieve it but you were faster, snatching up the briefcase before he could even cross the floor.
"Baby, no" He was empathetic in his denial, looking equal parts troubled and enthusiastic at the prospect of losing himself into you, all night, no inhibitions.
You extracted the box of chocolates and you could see how he mistook them for ordinary ones, the packaging was fairly simple and greatly misleading. Opening the box, you noticed three slots were empty.
Zayne was running on a triple dose.
"I read the packaging" Zayne bit out, still holding on to the doorframe for support "If I sleep it off, the effects will wear off eventually" He watched you pluck an inconspicuous looking chocolate square out of the slot and turned more desperate "You don't have to do this. I just need sleep-"
You popped the chocolate into your mouth and chewed, making Zayne's jaw hang "And if you don't sleep it off?"
Zayne hadn't even heard you, he was too focused on your chewing, the methodical movement of your jaw as you let the flavors burst on your tongue. It was caramel flavored with a hint of coffee. Completely innocent tasting.
"What happens if you can't sleep it off, Zayne?" You repeated.
"Then- then..." He gulped, eyes dropping to the box in your hands and back at you, unable to believe you were actually doing this "Then.." He trailed off when you finished eating, his adam's apple bobbing as you swallowed and picked up another piece "No" He shook his head, looking like himself for the first time tonight "That's enough"
"Hardly" Ignoring his warning, you popped the second one into your mouth and Zayne groaned, tugging on his half untied tie, trying to free it but too muddled to actually achieve it.
This had hazelnuts in it and you crunched one between your teeth the same time you felt a tiny flip in your stomach, goosebumps appearing on your skin.
Zayne watched you keenly, standing eerily still and you finally ditched the box after taking one last piece with you as you sauntered back toward your husband.
"You cannot hurt me, Zayne" Taking both his hands, you guided them down your body and he groaned in ecstasy "But we can destroy each other"
Placing the last piece on your tongue, you let Zayne watch as it melted on your tongue, the dark chocolate washing away any other taste as your body grew warmer and you felt your panties getting soaked. Spreading the chocolate over your lips, you rose on your toes, pressing your lips to Zayne's.
"Let me fuck those inhibitions out of you, baby"
"Moremoremoremoremore"
Balancing on one leg, panties torn and stuffed in your mouth, Zayne couldn't even be bothered to undress completely or engage in foreplay as he took you standing, entrapped between the doorframe and him.
No fingers, no mouth—he had given you no time to prepare, just ripped your panties off you and stuffed your mouth with them, calling you a dirty whore and a good girl all in the same breath as he'd lowered his zipper, taken out his engorged cock and slid into you with zero preamble.
You'd cum almost immediately, drenching his dress pants but neither of you cared as Zayne wrapped one leg around his waist and drove into you at an animalistic pace, driving you up the doorframe, his lips biting down on your shoulder. His body temperature was sizzling and he groaned with every thrust, your walls squeezing him impossibly tight and milking him for what he was worth.
"The more-" Zayne panted, fingers digging into your waist as he forced you to meet him for every thrust, your tight pussy nearly keeling him over from the pleasure "The more...the more I try-" His breath heaved as he angrily bit your ear, eliciting a moan from you "Try to do right by you-" One hand released your waist only to slap your breast with it before he massaged the skin, firmly holding the mound in his palm "Treat you good, like a-like a queen-" Lowering his head, Zayne took the entire breast in his mouth, sucking mercilessly, making you throw your head back against the wood and moan shamelessly "The more you want to be treated like a slut"
Delivering a sharp spank against your ass cheek, Zayne watched as your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body shuddered and you came involuntarily. Your cum dripped down your thighs, coating his dick, the sight making Zayne's eyes cross in arousal as his pace picked up, giving you no room to breathe.
"That's what you are, aren't you?" He egged on, wrapping both your legs around his waist and pinning you against the frame "A dirty fucking slut who only loves this cock. Wants to ride this cock. Would take drugs for this cock"
You nodded emphatically, moaning around the panties, tears rimming your eyes as your body burned with heat, your pussy throbbing with every thrust, feeling incomplete every time Zayne pulled away and wanting to entrap him in your pussy and keep him buried there for all of eternity.
Zayne's glasses toppled to one side of his face as he dove in, kissing you over the stuffed panties in your mouth, bringing your bodies flush together so you'd feel every thrust against every inch of your skin. He groaned against the lace fabric, pupils dilating further, fingers leaving indents in your skin as he used your body for his pleasure.
When he pulled away, he took your panties with him, the scent and taste of your arousal driving him to the brink of insanity. With your mouth finally freed, it latched on to the side of his jaw, down his throat, above his adam's apple and finally over his collarbone where you sucked your mark into him.
Zayne groaned at the pain, spanking your ass over the same spot and making you clench him in a death-grip, spots appearing behind his eyelids.
He mumbled around the panties, no doubt calling you a whore before he grabbed your thighs and raised them, throwing your ankles over his shoulders to give him better access to drive into you. Bent at the waist, Zayne pressed his chest against yours, both of you groaning as your breasts rubbed against the hard planes of his chest.
With one hand supporting you against the frame, the other looped around your thigh to rub at your swollen clit, pulling at the bud and making you gasp, knocking his glasses off his face "Zayne- Zayne I think-"
Nodding, Zayne's eyes lit up, twin flames of green as he looked at where you two were joined, groaning into the panties as he increased the pace of his ministrations, torturing your clit as he found your sweet spot, rubbing against it with every thrust as tears streamed down your face.
The hand supporting you against the frame shifted, his long fingers exploring against the slit at your backside before he pressed one finger against the tight hole and you exploded, squirting on his cock as he came with a groan so feral, his chest rumbled with it when he spit the panties out, mouth connecting with yours, teeth clashing as he bit on your lower lip, drew it out and held it prisoner between his teeth. You both rode out the high, Zayne's thrusts never ceasing as he released his load inside, painting your walls with his cum that leaked outside and formed a puddle underneath.
"Don't waste a single drop" Zayne's cock was drenched, result of his own release and your squirting, the most glorious sight he'd seen "Be a good fucking girl and take it all"
You whimpered as Zayne fucked all his cum back into you, sucking against your neck and not pulling away till the blood vessel popped and the hickey blossomed on your skin "You're a good girl, aren't you?" He hummed against your skin, licking your throat before bracketing it with his palm "Hm?"
You nodded, goosebumps on your skin making you shiver, your nightgown hanging off one arm as Zayne's thrusts subsided and he held you against the doorframe, staring at you "Your good girl" You whispered.
Hand against your throat tightening before releasing, Zayne trapped your face between his fingers, forcing your mouth to pucker "Open" He commanded.
Skin on fire, you obeyed, mouth dropping open as Zayne let a long string of saliva linger before he spit into your mouth, forcing it shut and watching you swallow before he affirmed "My good girl"
Pulling you off the doorframe, Zayne dropped you onto the bed so suddenly you bounced on it, leaning on your elbows and watching as Zayne's clarity returned, seeming more like himself now than he had since he got home. Not any less aroused, just more in control.
Of him and you both, you were sure.
Finally unbuttoning his shirt, he ripped it off his frame, tossing it aside as your mouth watered. You wanted to run your tongue over all the hard planes of that chest, bite both his nipples till they peaked, mark every ab as your own, write mine in a sharpie across his chest.
Next went his belt that had been hanging on for dear life off two back loops of his pants. And then he lowered his pants and boxers together, standing in all his naked glory in front of you, watching you salivate after him. His cock stood erect already, slick with your mixed arousals and honest to God, you were a breath away from volunteering to lick it clean for him.
You tried to follow suit, remove your nightgown and bra but- "No" Zayne bit out, gaze zeroed in on your body "Tonight, only I get to touch you" He ripped his tie over his head, dropping it around yours till it fell around your delicate throat "No inhibitions"
Your pussy throbbed uncontrollably as Zayne climbed over you, starting low enough that his mouth brushed against your landing strip but not low enough where you really wanted him. His tongue darted out, licking your feverish body- straight over your lower belly, above your belly button and between the valley of your breasts. Hooking his tongue under the thin lace connecting the two sides of your bra, Zayne looked up at you through his lashes as your chest heaved "Do you want me to take care of them?"
You nodded and Zayne released the lace, kissing one mound over the bra before moving to the other "Did you wear this pretty thing for me?" As you nodded again, Zayne lightly bit into your skin over the wet lace before pulling away and tearing the flimsy material off you.
The sting of the tear made you gasp but Zayne was already latching onto your nipple, pulling it between his teeth, rolling his tongue around it before biting down on it. The pain made you moan his name, back arching off the mattress and fingers entangling into his hair, wordlessly asking for more.
When he pulled away, a string of saliva extended between your breast and his mouth, Zayne cutting the connection when he spoke "I owe you a pair of lingerie"
"Yes" You agreed when Zayne showered the same affections on your other breast, hands roaming over your body "Yes, you do"
"I'll come with you" Zayne emphasized, blowing over your nipple and watching it harden "Make you try them on for me" Grabbing onto locks of his hair, you pushed his face between your breasts, trapping him there.
"Will you rip them off me later?" You moaned when Zayne bit down on the skin, soothing it with his tongue.
"I'll rip it in the changing room" He promised, one hand making its way between your legs, lazily tweaking your swollen clit "Rip them off you while you bounce on my cock"
Your answering moan was muffled as Zayne claimed your lips the same time he plunged two fingers inside you, curling them against that sensitive spot. The pressure made you break away from the kiss, panting as he mercilessly applied pressure that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
"You're going to make the entire store empty out with your screams, aren't you?" Zayne went on as he added a third finger, making your eyes roll to the back to your head "You're going to walk out with my cum leaking down your ankles"
"Yes! Yes, God, yes"
"Nasty girl" He was speaking right above your ear now "Going to be insatiable though. You're going to let me eat this pussy out in the parking lot too, huh?" Biting your lip, you whimpered your agreement when Zayne added another finger "Going to ride my face in the backseat, baby?"
"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes" You were thrusting against his fingers now, chasing another high, another mind-blowing orgasm that only he could give you. Your perfect giver. The love of your life. Your husband. Your Zayne.
Pulling your swollen lip between his teeth, Zayne looked into your eyes as he murmured "Come for me, baby"
Your mouth opened on a gasp as your legs trembled, Zayne swallowing the moan in his own mouth as he kissed you deeply, tangling your tongues as his fingers worked you down from that peak.
Sweaty bodies entangled, your husband and you spent the next few minutes simply making out like a bunch of teenagers, groping and caressing every inch of skin you could find before you rolled over and on top of him.
"Strict, disciplined and well-mannered Zayne is hot" You admitted, tracing a blue fingernail down his pec "But disheveled, bossy, horny Zayne, you're so sexy"
Grabbing his tie that was still looped around your neck, Zayne pulled your mouth down to his again "All this is fun for you, huh?" When you nodded gleefully, Zayne's hand found your backside in a sharp smack "Ride me, Mrs. Li. First my cock, then I want you on my face"
Licking his lips like a popsicle, you asked "When do I get your cock in my mouth?"
"When I cum" Zayne replied, without missing a beat "I'm going to cum in your mouth, you'll swallow every drop and then say thank you"
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
what if reader were pregnant when her dragon died?
w.c: 2,162 || somewhat proofread
warnings: somewhat angsty
a/n: inspire by this beautiful artwork done by @art-by-ady
the sun sets on another day but you can't enjoy it. not the way you used to with your dragon. with his scales wrapped around you and you both gaze upon the pinks and purples of the horizon bleed into blues. with his scales scaling up and down your body absentmindedly. three months. it's been three months since that day, since...the end of a lifeline.
you'd spent the first month alone, surviving off of the last of foods he collected. the second, you'd started collecting and adding to the cave, wanting something familiar. by the third, you'd begun to feel sick, it's not like you were taking the best of care of yourself. everything felt like a weight on your legs - eating, cleaning yourself and living, things that had felt so normal with him, felt like a noose around your neck. why not just follow after him, you thought.
your will to live seemed to dwindle with each passing day but something started to feel...different. you'd somehow been eating more and more. it was strange, you hadn't had such a vigor for eating in months. it all came to a head one night when your belly started cramping and your mind ran across something important.
when was your last lunar cycle?
you sit up from your bed of pelts and you genuinely could not recall having it since he left. a time of the month that was once simply a part of life, another thing that became so beautiful and gentle with him. he always ensured you rested more and had the heartiest of stews and meats once the smell of blood became stronger. maybe the grief had disrupted your body. you gently place a hand on your stomach to feel around and you notice that you had gotten fuller. a lot fuller.
you'd heard women from the nearby village speak about this.
you were with child. somehow you had a strong feeling you were right.
a piece of him. you would live, if only to experience him again and give him better that what he was given.
"two beautiful boys dearie, wonderful job" the midwife you'd met months prior praises you but all you could look at was what was laying next to you.
you'd met mrs. jiang while you were returning from a food trip when you'd passed five months. she'd gently chided you for carrying so much weight when you were so full with child. now that you think back, you should have realized it wouldn't be one baby. when you'd mentioned that i was only you, she softened and helped you home. you'd learned that she had served as a midwife in a neighboring kingdom for 10 years before moving after her husband's death. she'd somehow stuck around, with you coming to her home once a week to check on you - at her request. she'd never pried. she simply attached herself to you so when your labor pains had begun in the cave, she somehow found her way there.
you look on at the two wriggling babies next to you. staring at them for a few minutes before mrs. jiang's voice bring you out of your hypnotized state.
"what shall you call them?" she gazes at you while drying her hands with a cloth.
"luke and kieran." you'd seen those names in your dreams for the latter half of your pregnancy and you knew that it had to be their names.
"my sweetest boys, i wish your father were here to see you." another night of laying next to them as they sleep. you'd been doing it to help them sleep but it often extended to well after they were out. you watched as their little chests rose and fell with their breaths and their cheeks fluffed up and down. they looked so much like him. same with their hair, same dragon horns and markings.
they were just like their father, beautiful.
you brush luke's hair back before gently patting kieran's stomach, surely full from all the milk he'd eaten.
he should have been here. he would have adored them. done everything he could to give them better than what he had. burned the world anew so they would not even think the cruelty he went through was possible.
when you finally decided to settle for sleep, you found your thoughts running to him again.
'Don't worry, I am not alone. I bound your soul to me so you can find me. Find us. In another life perhaps. I named them. Luke and Kieran. Our sons. Or maybe they will find you.'
that is the last thought you remember before drifting off.
"Fahliiv mu dathra" kieran says while looking at a photo in the boss' living hallway. a garden of daturas.
"what did you just say?" sylus emerges, unsure if he'd heard right.
"umm boss..." "what did you say?"he repeats again, silencing luke's attempt at any interruption.
these two mysterious boys showed up on sylus' doorstep a few months prior and never left. they'd asked for a place at onychinus and sylus didn't even get to tell them no. strangely, he couldn't tell them no. everytime he looked at them, he'd felt these strong feelings he couldn't described. something about them is familiar. he couldn't place it for a while but he still allowed them to stay, the silver streaks in their hair mirroring his own silver locks.
"Fahliiv mu dathra," kieran says a bit more confidently, his eyes gauging what sylus' reaction could take.
he hadn't heard that in so long. he hadn't heard it in this lifetime. he squints his eyes to decipher whether the twins are playing some weird joke. either way, where could they have heard that? when he sees their expressions remain, he decides to question again.
"where did you learn that?" he decides a new line of questioning.
"...our mother" he could hear the nervousness in his voice. that answer left him confused and the twins took it as a signal to keep going.
"our mother told us it was a funny thing between her and our father. an attempt when she first tried to learn his language."
"learn my language." they both end at the same time. he takes a clear look at their face and he finally sees. it's you. in both of them. but it's also him.
sylus' mind was beginning to spin with one thought. you were pregnant. with his children. you were with child. and you were alone in that cave. he feels sick. but he also feels happy. he had sons.
"was your mother-?" the twins see the gears turning in his head and decides it was now or never.
"yes, she was." luke confirms and his heart does something. it sinks and explodes all at the same time. he slowly moves to his living room and finds the couch, with the two boys in tow.
"how did you know that i was your father?" he takes one thing at a time.
"she used to draw a sketches of a man and one night we heard her saying she missed you. we kinda put things together there considering she mentioned 'his beauitful silver hair.'" luke answered and kieran continues "there were nights she'd cry herself to sleep with the parchment clutched in her hands." this breaks sylus. he's not someone who cries. he willed himself to not cry time and time again but tears seemed to disobey and cloud his vision.
"we started seeing you in our dreams two years ago and simply thought it meant nothing until we saw you while working an auction last year." luke admits and sylus doesn't even recall seeing them then.
"mom doesn't remember us?" his tone sounds disappointed, especially since he'd seen sylus sitting at his desk once mephisto return from astra knows where, with her photos appearing on his computer screen, and sylus decides to be honest, with everything now in the open.
"she doesn't. not yet. but i'm going to make sure she will." he proclaims and he sees the two in front of him visibly perk up. he explains that you haven't even met in this lifetime but you are a hunter in Linkon.
he awkwardly pulls them both and gives them a firm hug, his emotions needing somewhere to go. this was definitely new territory but soon he would have you back and you could both finally be a family.
he would take a bit of time to process what the boys have told him but what he does immediately know is that what was between you and him was real. these boys were living proof of the love you both planted among the daturas.
"Fahliiv mu dathra " - "Love in my daturas" || reader had made a simple mistake and meant love of my daturas' and it became something endearing between her and sylus.
a/n: quickly remembered that the writing itch does NOT care what priorities you have and you have to write before it leaves.
the art piece by @art-by-ady absolutely floored me and had me in tears for a few minutes(as per my comment on the post lol) so please take a look it to see where this idea came from.
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sereitaria || please do not copy, steal or translate my work. and do NOT feed my works into any ai.
onychinus wasn’t really an official office, but there existed a home-base of operations.
with clean-cut interior, bulletproof glass conference rooms, desks scattered with both paperwork and technology alike under the ambient warm light surprisingly considerate of people who are sensitive to brightness, the building stands central north of the N109 zone.
this, as far as dwellers and factions know, is the home of the infamous ruler of onychinus. the dragon’s den. the keeper’s castle.
and this young, new assistant who is trying to make something of himself in the tower of bodies trying to climb upwards on the social ladder starts work today.
onychinus promises worth in exchange for loyalty. no questions asked.
he can do that.
he hasn’t even been sat an hour yet on his new desk before the phone started to ring.
briefed that all calls should be handled with promptness and professionalism, he takes it barely at the first ring. not expecting the voice that comes through.
“helloo?”
it takes him a moment to recall the script. “service?”
“can talk to papa?”
papa? he’s spent all week memorizing the names of the organizations affiliates. not one is called papa. had he missed something? so soon shall this be the end of his career?
he swallows. ponders—this can either be an enemy with technology to change their voice, or… no, how could a child know this number?
“hello? can talk to papa?”
“who is this?” he demands, harsh.
it is lost on the voice. he dictates his own learned script slowly. “my name… is… keewo.”
keewo… neither was that on the list. had he missed a page? was it the phonetic alphabet? code?
his palms begin to sweat. phone calls should never last more than a minute unless necessary. and the time ticks dangerously closer to forty seconds.
and his supervisor seems to he counting with him, because across the room, polishing a newly shipped in protocore weapon, his eyes meet ones behind a crow’s mask.
“you are not in our system.”
“what tissem?” the voice breathes, mouth too close to whatever receiver he was using. “can talk to papa pease?”
“are you a child?” forty seconds… the masked man rises from his seat.
“no. i boy.”
“how old are you?” forty-three. he’s placing the weapon down.
“i two. oh-most, twee.” the boy says happily. “can talk papa now, pease?”
forty-nine. his eye twitches. “who is papa?”
“my papa!”
fifty. shit. the supervisor is a few steps— “what’s his name?”
“uhh… uh…” fifty-three.
fifty-four.
fifty-five.
“papa name is… uh—“
“you dialed wrong.” fifty seven.
“no! i pwactice.” he harrumphs on the other end. fifty eight. “my papa name sy-woos!”
fifty-nine.
sylus.
his blood runs cold.
at sixty, like clockwork the phone is snatched from his hand. but the masked man who’d given him strict instructions that day has frozen in his own place a few paces away.
behind him stands a ghost never meant to be witnessed by mortal eyes. this shadow clad in darkness that only allow his red irises’ glow to pierce through. he lowers his head—respect, fear— he cannot say. but his heart beats like hooves in of a stampede.
“kyros.” says sylus. mister sylus— he would be instructed to call him were it not deemed unnecessary because he never comes in. “papa is working, angel.”
he barely hears the commotion on the other end. doesn’t even register the way the ominous entity of a man’s voice softens to an unbelievable timbre just above him.
“i know, i miss you too.” he says. footsteps fade along with the voice as he retreats with the wireless into the private office reserved for him alone.
he’s done for, surely. how could he have dismissed the boss’s son? how could he have known? no matter; he should have. and now—
“hey.” the masked supervisor squeezes his shoulder and he jumps like a cat.
the man— he isnt sure which twin this is but there were two of them earlier— snickers. “scared?”
he swallows.
“don’t worry about it.” he points to the dock missing its handheld, towards the light glowing orange. “forgot to mention, if it’s this color, always redirect to the main phone.”
he swallows. the boss doesn’t like to be bothered with trivial things, is what he knows. right?
but his supervisor adds. “he doesn’t like missing calls from very important people.”
he has no time to process before sylus returns and the handheld clicks in place in the dock before him.
crimson eyes examine him and he feels like his skin is peeled apart and soul exposed for a moment before sylus slowly turns away.
you call out for sylus as you step out of the bathroom, fingers holding your dress in place and when he walks in, you swear the air shifts a little.
“can you please help me zip this?” you ask, turning your back to him without thinking twice. like it’s the most natural thing in the world to trust him like this.
there’s a brief pause before you feel his fingers brush against your skin, warm and careful and your breath catches without warning. he moves slowly, almost too slowly, like he’s aware of every inch of space between you, and suddenly it feels… intimate in a way you didn’t expect.
by the time the zipper reaches the top, his hand lingers for a second, and when you turn around to face him, you catch the way he looks away just slightly. jaw tight, like that small moment meant something a lot bigger than either of you were ready to say out loud.
CONTENT WARNINGS: fem reader, crack, profanity, Very suggestive, rafayel is a certified freakaleek™️, rafayel is also overdramatic and chronically online (as per usual), jealousy, all the LIs bully him in this one 😚
NOTE: this is part two of the rafayel loserboy agenda :3 peep part one if you haven't already!!!!
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⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
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"Please," he was begging, hips shallowly thrusting against your plump ass, his large hands gently pinning your legs down against your chest to fold you in half. He was desperate, so down bad, and so fucking hard. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape to gasp for little breaths of air, looking on the verge of busting inside of you but edging himself to prolong the pleasure.
“Y-you’re gross..” you gasped out softly, resting back on your forearms, closing one eye and moaning when he thrusted just deep enough to hit that spongey spot. Eyes glazing over his needy face, as you tried to look as annoyed.
His thrusts only got quicker and more shallow, shameless whimpers spilling free from his lips as he nodded. “more… c’mon, insult me, slap me, hit me…” he whined, groaning out when he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him. Walls clamped down around his dick, “f-fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” he moaned quietly, as he bit down on his bottom lip and moved his hips much slower, knowing he was about to cum any second now.
“You’re dumb, a-annoying, arrogant, and you think you own me,” you whined and rattled off, stuttering from his thrusting cock, looking at him with tense eyes. That was before you pouted, and leaned up just a little, moving one of your arms quickly.
SLAP!
His breathing hitched, a red mark blooming on his stinging cheek. The room going quiet after your slap, but you didn’t seem sorry or bothered. Laying back down when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, whining softly. His eyes traced back into your naked body beneath him, gaze darkening and tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek you had slapped. He let out a shameless moan before grabbing your thighs tighter and pushing them apart roughly.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he sped up his thrusts, lifting his hips back and slamming against your plump ass fast and hard. Squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his eyebrows, mouth agape in a silent moan. His hips thrusted erratically, your bedroom filled with the creaking of the bed, your moans, and the sound of his hips going “plap! plap! plap!”
He threw his head back, “a-agh..!” moaning out as his hips stuttered, when he finally came deep inside your pussy. Hot, sticky cum flooding your hole as you whimpered and squirmed, body aching and tired.
His hips began to gently roll when his orgasm subsided, looking down at you lustfully. His left hand moving to your inner thigh and thumb gently rubbing and swirling over your clit.
"I didn't think I'd have to do this" Zayne admits as he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves back.
"But you are" You deadpan, trying not to ogle his protruding arm veins too much. You had something important at stake here, you couldn't afford to lose focus!
As Zayne leaned forward in his seat, you automatically followed. Him in his suit vest and pressed pants, you in your snowman PJs and fluffy slippers. A single chocolate macaron sitting on the coffeetable between the both of you, innocent crumbs of its brethren surrounding it.
This had begun all because the bakery had decided to box an odd number of macarons. And despite having a good number (each), you both weren't ready to give that last macaron up.
"Let's hear the Counsel's side of argument first" You say with a flourish, leaning back in your seat as Zayne gets ready to pose his defense.
"I think it's quite simple, really" He begins, intertwining his fingers, elbows on his knees as he peers down at the non-assuming, innocent bakery good sitting lonesome in its box "You claimed you bought the macarons for me. Which surmises the fact that it's a gift. As the one receiving the gift, isn't it proper that I get to enjoy them to their fullest?"
"Objection. You offered to share them with me which makes your argument null and void. If you wanted to enjoy them by yourself, you shouldn't have offered them to me"
Zayne raises an eyebrow at you "Wanting to share sweets with my girlfriend shouldn't put me in a predicament such as this. I was simply being polite, I didn't think you'd wipe half the box clean"
You gasp loudly at that, indignant at his accusation "Hearsay. You took a bite out of every single one of mine to compare flavors. If anything, aren't you the one who should relinquish the last one to me considering the fact that you had most of them?"
Zayne shakes his head, now also leaning back in his seat and folding his arms "We're going in circles when it's quite easy to come to the obvious conclusion. You bought the macarons for me. Is that true or not?"
You sneer at him, turning your nose in the air and huffing "That is irrelevant"
"I don't think so. You brought them to my office and said, quote unqoute 'These are for you since you've been working so hard these past few days, have a little treat and relax'" Zayne even goes as far as pitching his voice higher in an imitation of yours "Is that true or not?"
Begrudgingly, you admit "It's true"
"There we have it. If it's my gift, I shall enjoy it to its fullest-" Zayne is reaching for the macaron when you stop him by pulling on the flap of the box and tugging it closer to your side of the table.
"Before we conclude this case, I was have one final question for the Defense" Zayne concedes, leaning back against the cushions again "Is nothing I say going to convince the Defense to relinquish the last macaron to me?"
Zayne gives you a look before he spells it out for you "Nothing at all, I'm afraid"
"The Defense is quite sure?"
"Absolutely firm in our statement, yes"
Grabbing the hem of your tank top, you lift it in one sweep, flashing him your breasts "Completely sure?"
Taking advantage of Zayne's frozen state, slightly unhinged jaw and the way his emerald orbs zero in on your perky tits, you grab the last macaron and stuff the entire thing in your mouth, laughing at his look of complete disbelief.
"That's playing unfair" He accuses, but he doesn't look or sound defeated at all. Infact, he's smiling at your antics as he loosens his tie and relaxes back into the couch.
"Awww" You get up from where you'd been sitting and go to join him "The opportunity was right there, I couldn't not play my hand when I knew I had the advantage"
"Look at you. You're not even the least bit sorry"
You want to apologize but he's right, you're not the least bit apologetic for scoring one above Zayne. It didn't happen often and you wanted to bask in that win as you grin at him "Want a taste?"
Zayne pretends to be nonchalant for all of two seconds before he's leaning close to lick the taste off your lips "You're lucky you're my favorite person"
"And?"
"My wife" He's kissing you so hard, he's pressing you into the cushions.
"And?" You pull back, mischief still evident in your irises.
"And you taste better than any treat in the world"
Heyy....
Kinda wanted to sneak into your inbox to ask a question...
or maybe its considered a request... (Sorry if u aren't taking any rn)
But i just read the fic where caleb dont let his son disrespect you.
I was wondering if theres any way you could make a sylus version? I've never been able to find any fic with that trope for sylus <3
Of course if u dont want to u dont need to!!!!
No omg because a Sylus version would also eat!!! I will definitely do my best to try and write one if I can!🩷
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.
"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"
You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.
When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"
You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir"
"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.
Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"
You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.
For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"
"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"
"Caleb-"
"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"
"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"
"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"
He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"
Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"
You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.
You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"
Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"
He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.
"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"
"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"
"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"
Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"
"Nobody?" You grin up at him.
Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"
Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"
Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"
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