You always told Zayne you’d visit him at work someday. He brushed it off, saying the hospital was too busy, too cold, too stressful… not a place for you.
But you showed up anyway.
You arrived quietly with a small lunch box, peeking into the hallway as nurses rushed around. When they noticed you, they smiled, whispering among themselves.
Everyone in the building knew Dr. Zayne: sharp, serious, strict, always composed. So when they saw you holding a homemade bento with nervous eyes, they immediately knew who you were.
One nurse guided you to his office. “He just finished surgery. You can wait here, Mrs. Li.”
You stepped inside and sat on the couch, clutching the lunch box. After a few minutes, the door opened and Zayne walked in, removing his gloves, hair slightly tousled from hours of work.
He froze when he saw you.
“…You’re here.”
You nodded timidly. “I brought you lunch. You forgot to eat breakfast, right?”
He didn’t answer. He walked over slowly, like he wasn’t sure you were real, then kneeled in front of you so your eyes met.
“You should not walk around the hospital alone,” he said softly. But his voice lacked its usual edge.
You fidgeted. “I wanted to see you.”
That was all it took.
Zayne gently pulled you, surprising even himself. You settled against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.
“You smell like disinfectant,” you teased.
“And you smell like home,” he murmured.
A soft knock came from outside. A young resident peeked in, eyes wide.
“Dr. Zayne, we—oh.”
The resident almost dropped the chart.
There was the stoic surgeon himself, holding his wife like she was the most important patient in the building. Zayne didn’t even flinch.
“What is it?” he asked calmly, adjusting your hair so it wouldn’t fall in your face.
“S-sorry, sir. Just the post-op updates…”
“Leave it on the desk. I will review it later.”
The resident nodded frantically and slipped out, clearly having witnessed something legendary.
Once the door closed, Zayne opened the lunch box. It wasn’t perfect—slightly uneven rice balls, omelet that looked a bit too browned, and a crooked heart-shaped tomato.
He stared at it longer than necessary.
“Zayne? Is it bad?”
In the busiest, coldest part of the hospital, Dr. Zayne was holding you like the whole world could wait a little longer.
“No,” he replied quietly.
“It is perfect.”
And honestly, no one who saw him doubted that you were the warmest thing in his life.
cw: unprotected sex, overstimulation, crying, missionary, jealous!caleb, possession, cosplay, inappropriate use of medical equipment, dom!caleb, rough and nasty sex
You knew damn well how bad Caleb's jealousy was. How and why? It's just that even with a simple glimpse and look into his eyes, you can see the way his pupils dilate whenever you attend to and do check-ups on the workers of the fleet.
It's cute, they say---but it's Caleb. Caleb and jealousy in the same sentence is bad. Really bad.
He knows you're only doing your job as a nurse---but his jealousy is something he couldn't handle. He hates the way those scum colonels and officers look at you with eyes filled with lust and hunger while you're doing your job.
He couldn't shake the thoughts of letting other men touch you and hear your sweet voice, which is exclusively for him. He knows how to handle it sometimes---but there was a certain time when he couldn't.
It was just one regular working day when you tended and did check-ups on the officers' appointments. The officer was surprised to see the Colonel in the same room as them with the nurse. But they didn't dare bring it up---who knows what would've happened if they did?
What hit Caleb's last nerve was when you did a check-up on the officer, placing the chest piece against his chest as you moved it around, trying to find the heartbeat.
"It seems like your beating is unsteady than usual, Sir" You said to him, focused on hearing his heartbeat, while Caleb, on the other hand, was fuming with jealousy. He glared at the officer, who was shamelessly staring at you face-to-face, a smug look on his face. His fists clenched tightly over his lap as he struggled to remain calm at the scene unfolding before him.
As you continued monitoring the heartbeat, you were startled when the officer placed a hand over yours that was holding the piece against his chest and held it.
"Really, Miss? It's probably because of you" He flirted, lips forming a sly smirk---making your eyes widened as you were quick to back away from him. The officer lets out a low chuckle as he shook his head in amusement seeing you jerk your body away.
You sweatdrop and you moved your head where Caleb is sitting at, arm over the desk as he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand---a visible vein on his forehead and....smiling? Oh.
Oh. you're in trouble, big trouble.
Your moans and whines filled the infirmary while Caleb was fucking you balls deep over the hospital bed. His hand reached for his hat and placed it over your head---tilting to the side because of how fast his hips is moving against yours. The buttons of your uniform taken out earlier when he ripped it in one go. Your plushed tits covered with his saliva as it bounces every thrust he gaves your poor aching pussy.
You were in full haziness---intoxicated on how good his fat cock is filling you up to the brim. Tears stream drown your face as he fucks you in missionary---legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds into you relentlessly.
"C-Caleb! Too much--!!!" You cried out, gripping his arms as you try to push him away---but due to his physic you couldn't. He lets out a shaky chuckle and grips your thighs tightly making you squirm in response.
"Hah- w-what...am I not one of your patients that you give your so called special treatment?" He asked, voice low and husky as his eyes focused on your fucked up flustered face. You whined as you shook your head in response. Encouraged by your moans, he increases the force of his thrusts, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall with each thrust.
Oh god, you'd just wished that no one in the fleet was walking in front of the infirmary. Otherwise, you will never know what will happen to your job if someone caught you two. He groans deeply, the thought of getting caught adding to his arousal.
"Tell me..." The Colonel's eyes darken with primal lust, and he begins to fuck you with wild abandon. His hips slamming continuously, driving his cock deep into your throbbing pussy with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts.
"Ngh- cat got...your tongue...huh?" He muttered, smirk forming his lips. And you can only respond with your soft cries while he fucks you good. His pace quickens, his fat cock slamming into your pussy over and over, the wet sounds of your fucking echoing.
"F-fuck, you're so hot..."
Feeling the stickiness of your sweat and his mixed over your hot bodies---Caleb can't help but adore your fucked up face. It's a proof that with a whip of his fat cock inside your pussy can make your mind circuit. A crying and blabbering mess you are, it's cute he says in his mind. He smirked, amused by your overwhelmed expression as he fills your tight pussy completely.
"...shit... can't even stand a single minute of seeing you in a room with other officers.." His hands roam over your curves possessively as he nuzzles between your tits, his hot breath warming your skin. He can feel how tightly you're wrapped around him, his fat cock stretching your tiny hole. You can't even count how many times he made you cum already---the wetness of the covers under you, proves many times.
The scene that happened earlier keeps on playing inside Caleb's mind over and over again. It irritates him. But for you, you can't help but feel so aroused seeing him so rough and possessive he is with you. Making your throbbing pussy tightened around his fat cock inside of you---earning a soft grunt from him.
You watch his hand reached for the stethoscope that is hanging over your neck and grabbed it. His hand gripping your waist tightly while the other one brings the stethoscope to him, putting the ear piece to both of his ears as the stethoscope hangs. He then grabs the chest piece and brings it to your plushed tits---moving it around, using the saliva as a lubricant to make it slippery to move with, making you squirm in response at the coldness of the metal.
He lets out a chuckle as he moved the piece around your tits and keeps on hitting your perked nipples---making you whimper when he rubs circles around it with the piece.
"I'll be your nurse then.." He said, continuing to slam his fat cock inside your puffy pussy while he keeps on moving the piece around your chest---finding your heartbeat and to tease you.
You let out soft grunts because you were sure he's definitely pushing your buttons and abusing his control over you. Once he finally detected your beatings---he lets out a sly smirk and stopped moving the piece. Leaning close to you and pressing his body against your plushed tits as his hot breath hits your skin making you bit your lip.
"Oops, it seems like your beating is unsteady, Miss" He mimicked your words earlier, making your eyes widened.
I'm honestly tweaking because I dun think I'm going to get Rafayel's new card 😔. I'm so broke with retro and it's so hard to grind as a f2p player. As much as I love infold--please, lower the pity system. 💔
One thing that boxer!Sylus never forgets, is to let you kiss his gloves before his tournament starts. It's a goodluck kiss he treasures, a simple gesture that he made into a habit. Letting your red lipstick stain the leather of the gloves like a signature.
Imagine, he's already feeling his body weakened due to the damages he received from his opponent--almost going to loose. He tries to gain composure--eyes wandering somewhere in the crowd, then there's you.
Standing in front of the audience with a worried look on your face--no, he doesn't want to see that. He doesn't want you to get worried. He snapped back at his thoughts and shifted his focus to his opponent.
Sylus is confident--confident to bring the gold for you. His opponent yells to give up already, but he doesn't. Shaking his head in amusement and smirked as he looks at his opponent.
"Let's end this, 'eh? Don't want my pretty girl's kiss to go to waste."
After he won, maybe there's somewhere else you should be giving a kiss too ;).
Zayne sat in his car, staring at the apartment building in front of him, his chest heavy with guilt. The night had been long at the hospital, and his mind was tired, but his heart... his heart was exhausted from the same endless cycle.
Every time he came home late, he’d find you there, waiting-- sitting alone in the living room, curled up on the couch, your eyes closed, as if you were trying to force yourself to sleep and forget that he wasn’t there.
You didn’t say anything. You never did. But he could see the emptiness in your eyes, feel the distance growing between both of you, even if you never voiced it.
You had stopped asking where he was or why he couldn’t make time for you. You understood, you always did-- he knew that. But what hurt was that, despite understanding, you were still hurting.
Still feeling like he was slipping away, like he couldn’t be the man you wanted him to be.
And the worst part was, he does love you. He loved you more than he could ever express, but he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t know how to show you the depth of what he felt without feeling vulnerable, without feeling like he might mess it all up.
He knew you thought he didn’t trust you, that he didn’t love you the way you deserved. You overthought everything-- every silence, every moment when he pulled away, when he couldn’t find the words to express what he felt.
It made you question yourself, made you wonder if you were enough. And that broke him. He could see it in your face, the way your eyes would flicker with doubt whenever he didn’t say the right thing, whenever he didn’t act the way you thought he would.
He could hear you crying softly in your shared bedroom, and it twisted something inside him, because he knew why you were crying.
It was because of him.
It was because he couldn’t find a way to be what you deserve, to give you the affection you craved.
He walked inside quietly, trying not to disturb you as he found you, once again, asleep on the couch. Your face was peaceful in sleep, but the emptiness lingered in the room.
You were waiting for him. He could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, knowing that he was the cause of your pain, knowing that despite everything he did for you, he still couldn’t be the man who could open up fully.
He wanted to tell you. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, how deep his feelings ran. But every time he tried, the words got stuck in his throat, and the walls he had built around himself grew higher.
He hated himself for it, for making you feel like you weren't enough when all you ever did was love him with everything you had.
Zayne crouched beside the couch and watched you sleep, his fingers brushing the soft strands of your hair. You looked so peaceful, so trusting, and it tore him apart knowing he was the one breaking your heart. But he didn’t know how to fix it.
He didn’t know how to be the man who could open up without fear, who could say the words that seemed to be trapped inside.
As he sat there, watching you sleep, the quiet ache in his chest only deepened. He didn’t want you to feel empty. He didn’t want you to feel like you aren't loved. He just didn’t know how to show you the love he carried for you.
Because it was there, always there, buried under layers of fear, of old scars, of unspoken words.
And he knew it was eating you alive.
It's fine, you understand him.
Maybe in another life you would be the girl that is worth it to change his self for....
But not this lifetime.
Sylus - sunsetz
"And when you go away
I still see you
The sunlight on your face in my rearview
When you go away
I still see you"
Sylus sat in the quiet, the absence of yours is like a weight pressing on his chest. It wasn’t just the empty space beside him-- it was the space in his heart that felt hollow now, because you were gone.
He had pushed you away, again and again, every time you tried to show him love. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you, he did, more than he could even express, but he was afraid. Afraid that if he let you in completely, if he allowed himself to be vulnerable, he’d end up hurting you.
The memories kept flooding in-- the "sweet days" when everything felt right. Your laugh, the way you’d reach for him like you didn’t want to let go. Your touch, your quiet support, your warmth.
Every time you’d try to get close, to show him affection, he’d pull away, convincing himself that it was for your own good.
But now, with you gone, he realized how wrong he’d been.
Every time he pushed you away, a little part of him died inside.
He told himself it was to protect you, but all he’d done was shut you out when you just wanted to love him.
Now, the memories felt like a cruel reminder. Visions of your face, your smile, your gentle hands in his. He could still feel your presence in his mind, but it wasn’t enough. He would never get those moments back.
He was left with nothing but the regret of not opening up, not letting himself love you the way you deserved.
He could still hear your voice in his head, the softness of your words, the quiet moments both of you shared. But now it was too late.
He had lost you.
He had been too scared to let you in, and now, without you, everything felt like it was falling apart.
Sylus closed his eyes, swallowing the pain. He couldn’t stop thinking about how things could’ve been if he had just let go of his fear. If he had been brave enough to love you without holding back. But now, all he had were these memories, these “visions” of a life he pushed away.
And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever forgive himself for it.
Maybe in another lifetime, he can love you freely without fear.
Rafayel - sweet
"It's so sweet, knowing that you love me
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair
It's so sweet"
Rafayel lay awake at night, the soft rhythm of your breathing beside him the only thing grounding him in the moment. Everything about you was so pure, so effortless. You loved him. He could feel it in the way you looked at him, in the gentle touch of your hand on his arm, in the way you laughed at his stupid jokes.
There was no guessing, no overthinking-- just your love, simple and constant. He didn’t have to question it, didn’t have to wonder if you really meant it. It was just there, woven into every moment you both shared.
But as sweet as it was, it also hurt. He had never known love like this before-- uncomplicated, unwavering, and real. And for all the beauty of it, there was a part of him that couldn’t believe it. He didn’t deserve it. Not after everything he’d been through, all the mistakes he’d made, the ways he felt like he wasn’t enough.
How could someone as incredible as you love him so deeply, so completely, without hesitation?
He watched you sleep, your face soft and peaceful, and a pang of guilt hit him in his chest. You deserved someone who could give you everything, someone who was certain, someone who didn’t doubt himself at every turn.
But here he was, holding your hand, feeling your love surround him-- and all he could think was, I don’t deserve this.
It was almost too good to be true. He would lie in bed next to you, fingers intertwined, and feel his heart swell with love, but also with this ache, this nagging voice in his head telling him that he was going to mess it up.
He didn’t know how to accept your love fully, because the part of him that had been bruised too many times couldn’t believe that something so pure could really be his.
And yet, there you was, always patient, always kind, showing him that love wasn’t about perfection-- it was about trust, about giving without expecting anything in return. You loved him without asking for anything more than what he could give. And that was both the sweetest and the most terrifying thing he had ever known.
It was beautiful. It was everything he had ever wanted. But it was also a quiet storm inside him, because every day he had to remind himself that you aren’t going to leave, that your love wasn’t just a fleeting thing, and that you wanted him-- exactly as he was. That you didn’t want him to be anyone else.
But sometimes, in the stillness of the night, Rafayel would lie there and wonder if you really knew what you were giving him, how much he could never repay you for, how much he didn’t deserve.
And yet, every time he saw the love in your eyes, he couldn’t help but wish that he could be the man who could finally believe in his own worth, if only to truly deserve you.
Every lifetime, Rafayel always doubts his worth for your love.
But always remember, he will always love you no matter what.
Xavier - heavenly
"Tell me it's love, tell me it's real
Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips
Because this is where I want to be
Where it's so sweet and heavenly"
Xavier stood by the window, staring out at the night, but his thoughts were consumed by you. He feels your presence, your warmth lingering in the air even when you weren't around.
The love he had for you was unlike anything he had ever known. It was overwhelming, a beauty that both filled him with a sense of heaven and yet made his chest ache. You were everything-- everything he had ever dreamed of, and more than he ever thought he deserved.
When you came into his life, it was like the world shifted. It was like the weight of his past, all the scars and mistakes, had melted away, replaced by a lightness, a peace he hadn’t known before.
You made him feel seen, made him feel worthy in ways he never thought possible. You loved him without question, without hesitation, and in return, all he wanted was to give you everything.
To show you that he was capable of loving you the way you deserved. To give you a love that was as pure and as beautiful as you are.
But as much as he loves you, he was afraid. Afraid that he wasn’t enough. Afraid that his flaws, his insecurities, would eventually push you away.
He wanted to be the man who could make your dreams come true, who could hold you, cherish you, and give you all that you deserved. But sometimes, when he sees you smile, when he felt the depth of what you gave him, he wondered if he was capable of giving it all back.
He wasn’t perfect, and the fear of not being enough for you crept in, making his love feel like a bittersweet thing.
He watched you, sometimes, lost in the way you existed so beautifully in his world, and it made him feel both the highest of highs and the heaviest of lows. He wanted to be your everything, to be the one you turned to, the one who could make you feel as cherished as you made him feel.
But deep down, Xavier couldn’t shake the thought that maybe-- just maybe-- he wasn’t worthy of such an overwhelming, perfect love.
And that, more than anything, hurt the most.
It might be like that, but he always finds a way to give you love in every lifetime.
Caleb - nothing's gonna hurt you baby
"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby
As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby
Nothing's gonna take you from my side"
Caleb sat by the bed, his gaze distant, lost in the memories of years spent with you. The promise he made to you as a child-- those words, those promises-- still echoed in his heart.
“I’ll always protect you. I’ll be the one who loves you, and no one else will.”
He had been so sure of it back then, a child’s innocent certainty, but now as an adult, the weight of that promise felt heavier than ever.
He had always been there for you, standing beside you through every phase of life-- through the good days, through the hard ones. Both of you had shared so many sweet times together, laughter and love woven into the fabric of your relationship.
He had watched you grow, seen your strength, your beauty, and yet, no matter how much you blossomed, he couldn’t shake the fierce need to protect you.
He loved you deeply-- more deeply than he could ever explain. It was the kind of love that wasn’t just about the happy moments; it was about the quiet ones too. The ones where he would sit beside you, knowing that just being there was enough.
But the more he loved you, the more he feared. Life had a way of throwing storms at you, and he wasn’t sure he could always shield you from them. He couldn’t control everything-- couldn’t stop every pain from reaching you.
But he swore, as he had all those years ago, that he would try. He would do whatever it took to make sure you are safe.
The thought of you being hurt, in any way, made his heart ache.
It wasn’t just about physical protection-- it was the emotional pain too, the world that could sometimes feel so cruel. He had promised to be the one to love you, the one who would guard your heart, but the truth was, he was afraid.
Afraid that one day, he wouldn’t be enough. That his love and his promise wouldn’t be enough to protect you from everything life might throw your way.
But as long as you are there, he would keep fighting, keep standing by your side, and keep loving you with everything he had. He knew it wasn’t enough to erase the pain you might face, but it was all he had.
And as long as you would let him, he would be the one to love you, to protect you, to fight for you in every way possible-- because you deserved nothing less.
And deep down, Caleb knew he couldn’t live with the thought of anything bad happening to you.
He had promised as a child, and now, as a man, he would keep that promise--no matter what.
He will always fight for your love in every lifetime.
I was actually listening to these songs listed here while writing this. And yes, I did cry.
cw: unprotected sex, foodplay, missionary, lots of cum, teasing, overstimulation
"ngh- h-hah--, baby 'lemme h-hear you sing it.." Rafayel breathed out, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds his gritty cock inside of your poor throbbing pussy. You can't help but be overstimulated with his pace--you're a mess. Hair disheveled, drooling, tears streaming, eyes rolling while you blabber nonsense to your lover.
Rafayel adores this sight of you--the way the party hat tilts to the side of your head, your chest and lips smeared with the icing of the cake you bought him. You're adorable.
"P-please..baby..." He pleaded, hand reaching as it cups your cheek. His thumb gently brushing your tears away--you're so beautiful, even with this state. You pursed your lips as you both locked eyes--maintaining eye contact, while he continued on pumping his gritty cock in and out of your drooling pussy.
Even with situation like this--Rafayel wasn't ashamed to yearn and beg for you. That's one thing that isn't good. Because, once he's in control--you'll never escape.
You can hear gushing of his cum and your juices mixed together inside as it oozes out of your tight hole--he's been painting your walls white many times already, you've lost count. Filling you up to the brim with ropes after ropes of his loading hot cum. And it doesn't miss a chance to make your body tremble beneath him--he knows how to push your buttons so well.
His thumb gently moved to your plumped lips as it touches the icing he smeared--wiping it to the side and brought it to his lips and licked his thumb clean. Earning a soft grunt from you as you stare at him.
"Baby..." He looks at you with his pleading eyes--filled with love and lust. Eyes that you can never say no to. You feel yourself giving up--you know damn well he isn't taking no for an answer.
Your lips quivered and you slowly blink, feeling your mind going blank as it becomes hazy. Rafayel smiled at you and grabbed your hand as he intertwined it with his--placing a soft kiss over your hand.
Your heart flutters in awe as you bit your lower lip--preparing yourself. This will be the last time, you thought--but, he'll surely brought this up in the morning.
"Ha....H-happy..." You muttered, face flustered while Rafayel's ears perked and his cheeks began to redden. His lips can't help but twitch a smile as he watches you struggle to blurt out words while he's still deep balls inside of you--makes him want to tease you even more.
"b-birth...day...."
"What was t-that, baby?" He hum, hand gripping the flesh of your plushed thigh.
"....H-happy....birt--ah!" You let out a loud moan as Rafayel cuts you off when he pulled out his gritty cock out of your drooling pussy and pushed it right back in one go. The action made your body twitch as your back arches, toes curling while you mutter curses at him. He lets out a breathy chuckle and leaned closer to you.
"You don't...h-hah-...want the..birthday boy to be sad...right.?.." He whispered to your ear, breath hitting your skin as it makes you hitch in response. You quickly shook your head and he leaned back. He continues his pace and lets you wrap your arms around his back as your nails dig deeper through the flesh of his skin earning a soft grunt from him.
"ngh- come..on, pretty girl...." He grunted, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he started leaving hot kisses and hickeys on your skin. Making your aching pussy throb as it tightens around his gritty cock inside. He fills you up so good--not leaving any space in your tight pussy.
You can't help but tighten your legs around his hips as he continued drilling his cock in your poor pussy. The heat between the both of you rising while you felt your climax building up through your drooling pussy--preparing to release.
"hah- please...too much! I cant--!.."
"ngh- let me hear you...let me h-hear that sweet voice, baby.." He cooed, moving his lips to your face as he plants kisses everywhere. You cried out while he kissed your tears away--you're definitely left with no choice.
"please...baby..."
"ngh-...! Ah-! Happy.. birth...day! To..ah!" Oh, he's definitely doing this in purpose. Cutting you off with every thrust his gritty cock gives your aching pussy? He's definitely going to sleep on the couch after this.
"hmm....hah- what was that?..." He joked, resting his forehead against your while you glare at him and he chuckled.
"I-I swear to- ah!" You moaned out, as he gives you another big thrust--his angry red tip kissing the lips of your womb as it hits. Making your eyes widen, as you can feel your building up climax bursting as it releases--cumming as you squirt. Letting your high release like a waterfall, hitting his pelvis as it drips to the length of his gritty cock.
Rafayel pants against you and leaned back. Slowly pulling his gritty cock out of your aching pussy, his hot cum leaks out of your poor hole. Ozzing out as it traced down to your plushed thighs to the covers of his bed under, leaving a nasty mess.
You both were a mess, panting heavily while trying to catch your breath. He brushed strands of his hair sticking out of his sweaty forehead as he rests his hardened cock against your clit--earning a soft whimper from you when he started rubbing his length against it.
"Let's continue this in the bathroom, want to hear that sweet voice echoed just for me..."
Maybe he'll make this an "Lemurian tradition" now.
it's actually canon that rafa likes kids!! he doesn't find them annoying... he even teaches them how to draw !!
It was just a headcanon, so don't worry. What I meant was that I headcanon him that he doesn't like kids that are loud and annoying. He's one sassy man, I don't think he'd be able to stand kids who have the same energy as him---he would definitely argue with them while he teaches 😔😔.
Husband!Rafayel, who has a big portrait of your wedding picture in his studio--he made sure to place it where the sun reflects brightly, so it shines as brightly as you did on your wedding day.
Husband!Rafayel, who made your kiss mark as a seal to every painting he made ever since you two met.
Husband!Rafayel, who is known for his abstract paintings--surprised his fans when he started painting his wife in his recent works.
Husband!Rafayel, who always has you by his side in every art exhibition, interview and event. Proud to show the world that he has a loving wife by his side.
Husband!Rafayel, who made sure to give you two rings---one on your finger while the other one hangs on a necklace. Incase you forgot to wear your ring, you still have the other one hanging around your neck!
Husband!Rafayel, who loves to bring you cute little trinkets and souvenirs whenever he returns from his trips. He always makes it special--he's a "I bought it because it reminded me of you" type of lover:(( you'd be surprised seeing different types of seashells displayed in a big elegant box.
Husband!Rafayel, who claims to hate kids a lot because they are annoying and loud-- but the way you interact with them makes his heart flutter in awe:( it makes him wonder what it would be like to have his own together with you.
Husband!Rafayel, who cried a lot after finding out you're carrying his baby--he's more emotional than you were actually. Hugging you so tightly as he weeps against your chest. He's happy that he's now able to have a miniature version of both of you. You can't help but giggle at his reaction while you pat his back.
Aren't you lucky to have a doctor as a husband? You get free 'special treatment' anytime.
As a first-time family, you're bound to face struggles. Adjusting to this new lifestyle together, now that you have a baby, hasn't been easy. One of the challenges you're currently facing is difficulty producing milk for your baby, despite trying various methods with Zayne's help.
Even using a pumping machine didn't work, which worries you and stresses you out even more since your newborn cries a lot when not fed with milk. Although you've tried baby milk formulas, there are still times when she refuses to drink them, always wanting it straight from her mommy.
Zayne is determined to find a solution for this problem.
Soft whimpers and moans could be heard coming from the shared bedroom. You hadn't expected that the "solution" Zayne was talking about would be like this. The strap of your nightgown slipped from your shoulders, revealing your plump tits.
You couldn't recall how long your husband had been latched onto your tits---his hot tongue swirling around your perked nipple as his hand massaged your other tit.
"H-honey- ngh-...I think..." You muttered, your face flushed as you tried to push him away from latching onto your breast too much, but he wouldn't budge.
"I'm...leaking- ah-!" His thumb pinched your perked nipple, then rubbed it as he felt a watery substance coming out. Milk. You were a squirming mess, even with much freedom to move around to stop him---you can't help but let him be.
Your plushed thighs were placed on the side of his waist as you sat on his lap, hands holding his shoulders for balance. You pursed your lips, trying to muffle your soft moans while he continued sucking your leaking tits like a hungry man.
Your hand ran through the back of his hair while he buried his face against your plump tits. You were finally leaking milk, but it seemed like he was enjoying the savor of the sweetness hitting his hot tongue. "T-too much--.." You could tell that Zayne was holding nothing back---he wasn't even denying it, the way you could literally feel him getting hard under you.
His bulge formed against his pajamas, hitting your clothed pussy---making you whimper and tried to move away from his budge but his strong arm was quick to wrap around your waist as he pushed you back tightly. You gulped as you noticed the lenses of his glasses got foggy and tilted down his nose as he remained eye contact with you while sucking your tits shamelessly.
You couldn't help but groan in response at the sight of your husband. The heat rose between the two of you, making you both getting sweaty.
Your body twitched---you were helpless, feeling aroused as your poor pussy started getting wet from just having your tits sucked on. You cupped his cheeks and pushed him away---he finally stopped and pulled away, a sound of 'pop' coming out as he latched off your poor tit. Saliva connected his lips to your perked nipple, which leaked milk.
You grunted as you saw his saliva mixing with your leaked milk over your plump breasts. Zayne formed a small pout as he furrowed his brows---he didn't like being interrupted. Not when he's sucking your tit like a starfish attached.
"Leave some for the baby, honey..." You scolded him, wiping the excess milk dripping from the side of his lips with your thumb. His arms wrapped around your waist as he continued to look at you with his face when he's not satisfied enough.
Strands of your hair fell down gracefully to your forehead as you prepared to scold him further but got backfired. "H-honey- ah-!" He pushed you down onto the bed, your back laid against it as your eyes widened in surprise. Zayne was quick to pin both your wrists above your head with his hand.
His head was positioned at your milk-leaking tits, you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin, making your breathing hitch. He let out a soft pant while his foggy glasses fell onto your tits, making your body twitch as it fell to the side.
His hand reached out to pull the chain of the lamp, the only source of light in your dark shared room.
i just read your post about caleb w a lactation kink and khjhvghvnk its so good, could you please write zayne or sylus w a lactation kink (esp zayne cuz i personally think he's a boob man), pretty pleasseeeeeeee
