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WAIT this reminds me i saved another version of this, but yours is better
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THAT'S FUCKING INSANE OMG!!!!!!!
FREE ZAYNE FOREHEAD!!!
Cr. http://xhslink.com/o/AC6TzNsQut3
WAIT this reminds me i saved another version of this, but yours is better
snowcrow so pretty ♥️
Jeeesuus
you're standing way too close, frowning up at him like his tie personally offended you.
“stop moving,” you mutter, fingers fumbling with the fabric for the third time. it’s slightly crooked, again.
sylus isn’t moving, he hasn’t been... but he watches you anyway, quiet, patient, eyes softer than they should be for something this small.
you huff, tugging at the knot. “why is this so hard?"
it slips loose completely. you freezes.
“…don’t say anything.”
“i didn’t,” he replies, calm as ever.
another attempt. you go up on your tiptoes this time, still not quite reaching right, brows furrowed in pure concentration. it would almost be impressive if it wasn’t so… endearing. he exhales quietly, then without a word he bends down, just enough and suddenly you don't have to reach. your hands pause for a second, eyes flicking up to him. he’s already looking at you.
“…better?” he asks, like it’s nothing.
you swallow, turning back to the tie quickly. “yeah. don’t get used to it.” but your fingers are gentler now. and when you finally fix it properly, smoothing it down against his chest, you don't step away straight away... neither does he.
Zayne is no stranger to seeing you injured.
Of course, it's a sight he always hopes to never see again. Still, every time he's inevitably forced to confront it, he's able to push his feelings aside.
This time is a little different.
"Are you alright?" Zayne is already out the door of the Onychinus base as Sylus gingerly lifts your frame from the car. Who his question is directed at is slightly unclear, so Sylus answers.
"She's bleeding. Nothing broken though." Your eyes open with clear effort, and Zayne can tell how exhausted you are. Still, your smile eases a small part of him.
"Hi Doc." You murmur, reaching for his hand. He takes it, the sight of the dirt and blood on your skin making his stomach twist once more.
Sylus carries you inside, over to the sofa in the living room where Zayne has already set up his tools.
"You should really buy me dinner first." You mumble as Zayne begins to pull away your tattered, bloody shirt from your skin. He sighs at your joke, while Sylus huffs a laugh. He procures a glass of whiskey, bringing it to your lips.
"She shouldn't be drinking." Zayne chides, studying the depth of the gash on your side.
"If you're gonna stitch me up, I'd like to be drunk." You note, leaning into Sylus's calming touch.
Later, when you’ve been thoroughly stitched and cleaned and tucked into bed, and the blood has been scrubbed from Zayne’s hands, he asks the question.
“Did you take care of it?”
“I did.”
“...Good.”
Zayne holds one secret near and dear to his heart.
"Hush now, we don't want to wake mommy, right?" It's a gentle whisper in an odd pitch. Your six month old daughter wiggles on the changing table below him, laughing loudly at her father's horrible attempt at a baby voice. "Shh, you're giggling too loud."
But her giggles only turned to squeals as he grabbed her feet, lifting them up to pull the soiled diaper out from under her. "I'm being serious, little lady. You know how much your mommy loves her sleep."
Even as he speaks, his lips curve upwards as he stares down at her little face. Her smile so large that her chubby cheeks squish upwards, her eyes sparkling - the color the same as his own.
"Your mommy loves you too much to scold you if you wake her up, she'll have no choice but to scold me." Zayne forces a pout, wiping her carefully as he speaks. It only makes her coo and giggle more, arms flailing wildly as she grins up at her daddy.
"You certainly have your mommy's personality." The baby voice still leaves his lips naturally, she just brings it right out of him. Even if it starts to get on his own nerves, he can't seem to contain the cuteness aggression his own baby daughter brings him.
He lifts her legs again, slipping the new diaper under her bottom. "Just full of energy at all hours of the night when you should be asleep."
Setting her legs down, he carefully pulls the tabs to the diaper securely over her little hips. "I'd be much quicker at this task if you didn't distract me with your cuteness, little lady." Another squeal of giggles that earns a hush as he starts to button up her onesie again.
Once everything is in place, he scoops her up off the changing table. Kissing her forehead gently, he cradles her with one arm to his chest. "Same time tomorrow night, little lady?" The same embarrassing pitch, Zayne swears he'd die if anyone heard him speaking in such a way.
You, of course, would be his only exception.
...He just can't stomach the inevitable teasing yet
"What if she doesn't like me?"
You stop your mindless nightly scrolling, phone propped up conveniently on the swell of your belly.
The question leaves you reeling for a moment, blinking down at where his head lays. Soft hair brushing your skin, his nose had just been nuzzling your belly moments before.
"Sylus, why on earth would our unborn daughter not like you?"
Deep down, you knew your question was rather redundant. Even upon your first meeting, you had once disliked him.
It was natural — maybe even expected — for him to suddenly come face to face with this uncertainty. “You see the way children run from me when I smile. I’ve made more babies cry than I’d like to admit and I didn’t do anything other than glance their way. What is stopping her from doing the same? What if she’s born and I… frightened her?”
The vulnerability in his words makes your throat tight; your hand reaches down to rake through his hair.
“Sylus, she is our daughter. Just as much of your blood runs through her veins as mine does. Half of me, half of you. She cannot be and will not be afraid of her own father. And before you try and disagree with me. Your fear right now proves to me that you are already an incredible father to her. She’s not even outside the womb and you cannot stop worrying about what she’ll think when she’s born.”
Tentatively, he rests his head against your belly. Crimson eyes staring up at you, wide and scared, yet so full of adoration it makes you feel a bit choked up. “It is truly impossible not to love you, Sylus. I mean really, you won me over, didn’t you?” Despite everything, he had.
WALKING IN NAKED PRANK
Part 2 (Caleb/Rafayel/Sylus)
Part 1 here (Zayne/Xavier)
Edited repost from my old account (Applecaviar)
CW: Smut. P in V sex. Dirty talk. Spanking. 🔞MDNI🔞
Inside his office, the atmosphere feels stiflingly professional. Caleb sits in his high backed chair, the silhouette of a man built for command. Even here, he carries the stiff posture of a Colonel, the authoritative resonance of a voice that expects immediate, unquestioning obedience. On the holographic display before him, several officers nod solemnly, their faces flickering in the dim light of the room.
"Understood, Commander. If the N109 sector remains volatile, we'll adjust the deployment parameters accordingly..."
making out with caleb ☆ suggestive
You’re sitting on Caleb’s lap as if it’s your birthright.
His cheeks are flushed, body still as a rock as you tease him by ghosting your lips over his, not quite making contact yet.
“You’re teasing me, pips,” Caleb says breathlessly, eyes trained on how you part your mouth as your tongue slides against your bottom lip tauntingly. They’re already bruised and swollen from the intense make-out session you’ve both been caught up in.
You blink with faux innocence, hands resting on his shoulders. “Hm?”
His eyes follow the movement of your tongue pushing against your teeth, and he let out a soft whimper. “Don’t ‘hm’ me,” he pants, voice strained with desire.
“Repeat what you said, Caleb,” you murmur absentmindedly, trailing the back of your fingers against his flushed cheek.
His brows furrow slightly at your faux ignorance and disinterest, hands tightening on your hips. Caleb leans forward, nuzzling his nose against yours in an attempt to coax you back into kissing him. “Please... don't be mean, pips. I wanna kiss you.”
You tilt your head, giggling. A frustrated whine escapes his throat as you deny him, his lips chasing yours even as you pull further away.
"Pips, please," he begs, voice cracking with need. His hands tremble against your skin, fingertips digging in just enough to leave faint bruises before engulfing your hands with his. You sigh affectionately as he rubs the back of your cool fingers against his burning cheek.
“Look at you panting,” you coo, sitting up straighter to lick his bottom lip teasingly. Your hands cradle his face. “My handsome boyfriend.”
He shudders again when he feels your tongue brush his bottom lip. “Kiss me properly,” he huffs.
don’t i taste just like candy?
your first makeout session with him mdni. suggestive+nsfw content. wc: max 1.5k each <3
content: afab!reader/mc. xavier - almost getting caught+dry humping potential if you squint, rafayel - semi-public kissing+mc using raf’s thigh, zayne - mc taking the lead+pathetic, scared (in an erotic way) zayne who’s eager to follow, sylus - pollenated kissing+references to dirty dreams, caleb - mc being angry=hate-kissing+swearing+basically dry humping
a/n: this took too long to complete. and i wrote too much for each li despite this being my first multihc so what did i expect!! anyway, i hope you all enjoy, pls lmk what u think! this may just be the first and last time i do this LMAO. did my best to stay in character but yk. tell me. like should i never write another li again NJNSJNS (pls..i have a snowapplemc fic in the works. pls)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ xavier
You’re not meant to be doing this right now, not here at least. People are still around - and not just any people, but your own coworkers and higher ups. This is so incredibly wrong, you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but falling into Xavier is something you’ve never been able to resist.
burying your face in zayne’s neck while you ride moaning:
“zayne, zayne, zayynnggghh—“
he yanks your head back by your hair to reveal your pretty face n mouth making a little O
“say it again,” he groans, thrusting his hips upwards if only to bury his cock impossibly deeper. “louder.”
18+ sharing your warmth with caleb. size difference. pet names. breeding. use of gravity evol.
“You can’t feel me at all?” you ask again, your fingers stroking up his forearm. It’s still hard to believe his arm is not entirely his anymore – that they’d modified it. It still felt like him – like he always had: warm and strong and yours.
He watches the meandering path you make up his arm, fingers ghosting over his skin. “Not like this,” he answers in a whisper.
It wasn’t right. They’d taken part of him from you. It makes you angry.
He hisses as you pinch the skin at his elbow.
Then, he smiles. “So cruel.”
caleb checks if he'd fit inside size difference, size kink, excessive use of gege
He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.
It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.
You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.
"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."
𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb fucks you before your date! cw : mdni, p in v, friends w/ benefits, brēeding kink, orgāsm denial, bitter caleb.
“ soooo… heard ya got a date today.” truthfully, you should’ve known caleb was beyond fuming when he suddenly brought up your plans that you didn’t even mention to him, mind you. but being optimistic, you brushed past it.
i mean, you and caleb are only friends… with benefits. it’s been over a year since you’ve been banging the tall nerd who sits next to you in your biology classes, wearing glasses that fit his features oh so well, while flaunting his airplane themed book bag and keychains, including matching boxers. your relationship hadn’t progressed like those relationships in soap dramas that you’ve seen on tv. not a scene where you both confess to each other about your mutual feelings under the raining sky.
so, there’s nothing wrong with accepting a future date with the coffee shop employee that you visit almost daily, right?
wrong.
“ f-fuck! how did you even find out?” you grumble from beneath him, body situated at the edge of the bed as your legs are sprawled wide to accommodate his hips, driving himself deep into your weeping cunt with reckless abandon. you are still wearing the outfit you had planned earlier, your pants bunched down to the back of your knees while your shirt is shoved above your bouncing boobs— you barely got to apply your eyeliner when he unceremoniously burst through your door and made himself home in your dripping pussy.
“ not that it matters, but i saw your insta story. rookie mistake, don’t’cha think?” he grunts through gritted teeth. if you weren’t close to caleb, you would think that he’s unbothered, based on his tone and words. but now you’ve spent the year with him, fucking around and not; you know that he really is pissed. the brutal pace that he sets and the fact that he brought up the topic while balls deep inside of you are easy warning signs. “ not to… yuck your yum, or whatnot, but really? a coffee shop employee? you couldn’t do any better, girl?”
you could laugh at the bitterness in his tone. truly, if you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, you would’ve.
“ can you really judge anyone while wearing pokémon boxers?” you bite back, which turns into a shuddering whimper as the curious rounded tip of his cock thrusts into your sweet spot, with full speed and velocity. his fingertips press down on your waist, grip bordering on bruising and painfully while his kiss-plumped lips focus on painting marks that scream his name, marks that will let anyone know that you are unspokenly his. “ caaaaleb, jus’ like that! s-so good.”
“ h-hah, only you can moan my name so sweetly while getting ready to entertain another man,” he murmurs against your warm skin. the thrusts that he delivers to your willing body have your toes curling, eyes rolling, and mouth watering as he abuses your sensitive cervix, which creates a creamy white ring combined with your shared arousal. “ does he know that his innocent date is currently creaming and crying on my dick? while singing praises ‘bout how i fuck her so good, what a heartbreaker…”
distantly, amidst the noises of grunts and the bed creaking, your phone rings to life with the alarm you set to time yourself brightening the screen.
“ caleb… ‘m gonna be late.”
“ girl… you're still worried about him.” contradicting your earlier words, your worries are soon forgotten as he positions your bound knees to your chest to explore your quivering heat even deeper. your back arches off the soft bed, nails digging into the wrinkled sheets for purchase you cannot regain as he fucks into you crazy style. “ guess i have to speed up the process, so you can go bat your eyes at your boy toy.”
the air you share with him is charged, filling the pending silence with gasps, praises of lust and hidden hurt. caleb’s hips grow frenzied; the velocity knocks all air from your lungs as he ignores everything around him to bring his release faster. you hear him cum before you feel it— sounds stupid, but it’s true. his breath hitches in his throat, purple eyes squeezing shut as he dumps his heavy cum into your fluttering walls.
he doesn’t pull out, not until you’re stuffed and most of his fluid hits the dorm floor, his unspoken payback for whenever you come back tonight.
then… he pulls out. his softened cock unplugs itself from your worn body as he fixes his attire, before sliding your shirt down to cover your chest and your pants up to cover your lower half.
“ wha… caleb! where are you going? i didn’t get to cum yet!”
“ nahhh, don’t you have a date to get ready for? and you still want me to make you cum… how greedy.” he walks over to your door to let himself out, not before throwing a shit-eating grin over his broad shoulder. “ same time tomorrow?”
40 yr old Sylus😮💨🤤
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Jesus fcking Christ 😍
“mm.” sylus practically growls into the column of your neck, nose buried so impossibly deep into your skin it begins to tickle.
“sylus,” you groan. any effort made in pushing him away is futile. he’s latched onto you like a vine, twisted and coiled around the crevices of his favorite lattice. “sy—.”
“smell so good.” he murmurs. mostly to himself, like he’d devoured something so delectable his tongue refuses to keep it a secret. it’s almost painful, the way he asks, “what have you done?”
you laugh, his senses explode. the smell, and now the sound of you— he’s afraid of rapture the moment he looks up at you. too much, too good to be real.
“new perfume?” you giggle as he sniffs you some more, more creature than husband at this point. you swear a purr rumbles in his chest. “i saw it in the store, the packaging reminded me of you.”
you look silly. fond but nonchalantly standing there and letting your husband inhale your scent like a bloodhound.
his voice shakes the earth when he inquires, “packaging?”
“it was all dark and red like a gemstone,” you lift your chin to avoid hitting the top of his head when he moves around you and nuzzles into your throat. “with the teeniest little dragon wrapped around it.”
⠀⠀ Sylus being the type to gently guide you to bury your face into his neck the first time he sinks his cock into you fully. He can feel the tremors in your legs, the trembling in your belly as you try to adjust to his girth. Your soft gasp against his skin has him massaging the back of your neck soothingly trying to take your mind (and his too, honestly) off of the devastatingly tight grip of your walls around him. In truth, he's fighting to swallow his own noises— because just as he's always suspected, you've forever ruined him for anyone else.
“meimei, you’re doing it wrong,” caleb murmurs, voice low so grandma won’t hear from downstairs. his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “let gege show you.”
you nod shyly, heart hammering as he leans in. the kiss starts soft. gentle presses, warm and patient, until his tongue slips past your lips. you whimper into his mouth when he deepens it, tasting the candy you stole from his pocket earlier.
his other hand slides under your shirt, groping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles like he’d only seen in videos before. “like this,” he breathes against your lips, squeezing gently. “feels good?”
you nod, cheeks burning. he pulls back only to guide your hand to the bulge in his pants. “touch me here. be gentle… oh, yeah, just like that.”
he teaches you more. like, hidden in the laundry room while grandma naps, he sits you on the dryer and kneels between your legs. “watch how gege does it.” his tongue is slow and thorough, licking long stripes until your thighs shake and you bite your fist to stay quiet. when you come, he drinks every drop, groaning like he’s the one being ruined.
then it’s your turn. he teaches you how to use your mouth. how to suck the head, swirl your tongue, take him deeper without teeth. it’s clumsy at first, but you get the hang of it. “good girl… fuck, meimei, you’re a natural,” he pants, fingers tangled in your hair, fighting the urge to thrust.
he never fucks you. instead he rubs his thick cock between your soaked folds, sliding over your clit again and again in slick, guilty strokes. “can’t … can’t put it in,” he whispers every time, forehead pressed to yours, voice cracking with shame even as he grinds harder, chasing release against your trembling body.
but lately you’ve started it yourself, initiating more, crawling into his bed after lights out, whispering “gege… can we play tonight?” while your hand already slips under your own shirt. and caleb always gives in.
"𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴."
Shared Bliss lives rent-free in my head 😌 One of my fav Sylus cards 🙏