I need someone to create a drabble or video edit of the LADS LI and MC to âTimelessâ by Taylor Swift.
I was driving home from work and this came up on my playlistâŠ..I did have a mental breakdown imagining those scenarios with each of the LIs. đ„șđ„șđ„ș
OK no drabble yet as I have to head out for the day, but I just hit 100 days in the game yesterday and I've been wanting to do a drabble for it and this sounds fire! Mind if I participate OP?
Tags: MC/GN! Reader x All the LI's (Seperate), Fluff, Mild Angst with Comfort, Slight Main Story/Spoilers, Not Proofread!
I wanted to do something for my 100th day playing L.a.D.S. (I am a day late but better late than never!) and this post by OP sounded like a really good prompt so mb if I didnât do it justice đ
Post inspired by the song Timeless by Taylor Swift
Timeless was the only word to describe us, a love touched by fate. In every life, whether in the past or future I'd choose you. We'd choose each other.
Rafayel
I still can't believe how long it's been since I've become your bodyguard. 100 days of dealing with your dramatic personality, and 100 days of loving every minute of it. Watching these sunsets with you has been wonderful. Whenever we're out on the beach hands clasped you get this wistful look in your eyes and I wonder what you're thinking about. I know that sometimes you worry about me leaving you, but know that even if for some reason we separated I wouldn't stop looking for you till we were in each other's arms again. I hope we can stay together and watch 100 more sunsets together my silly fishie.
Caleb
I was going through the back of my closet when I found that old box of photographs. I was shocked, I forgot I still had it- I thought it was destroyed in the explosion. Safe to say I was overjoyed. It felt like I was supposed to find it, it's our 100 day anniversary since we re-united after all- So many memories were in there, one stood out to me however. It was when we were teenagers in that little store back home. You had me thrown over your shoulder like a rag doll- I miss that Caleb, but despite that grief I love the current Caleb to. I hope in every life you still have me on your shoulder, happy anniversary honey.
Sylus
100 days, I can hardly believe it. We got off to a rough start to say the least- If you told me back then I'd be celebrating 100 days of looking at your smug face I would have laughed. But look at us now... I found a book in the base, it was covered in dust and I think a cobwebs? Shocking I thought you kept everything tidier than that Boss Man. The book was a myth about 2 lovers back in the past, separated by fate... It reminded me of us, back in that arena. ...I know we tease but I hope you know that I will always choose you. Fate be damned, I will always make my way to you in every lifetime. Happy Anniversary Beloved.
100 days of being partners in every sense of the word, wow I still can't wrap my head around it. I was on my way home a few days ago with some of our favorite snacks when I saw this little antique shop... I don't know why but I swore I felt something pulling me in, like maybe fate had a plan in mind. After all I still needed a gift for our anniversary. When I walked in I realized you'd love this place, there was a ton of antiques all very old fashioned like someone I know... There was so many interesting things, a bundle of love letters, an old pin from around 1944. Nothing caught my eye, until I turned my head and I saw it. A simple but classic watch. It sounds basic I know! I wasn't even sure you'd wear a watch outside of our Hunterâs Watch. But, it reminded me of you... How sometimes you get lost in how many minutes we have left together at any given moment... This is my reminder to you to get out of that head of yours sometimes... And to just enjoy being here, spending time with me. Happy 100 days my Star.
Divider Credit goes to; I forgot and I cannot find the OP I am so sorry đ„Č
I am so shocked at how long this got lol, definitely shocked Xaviers was the longest đł (I usually don't reach for him at all lmao) But I hope everyone enjoys! Apologies if it doesn't live up to expectations đ„Č
Requested by: my lovely beautiful best friend đ„čđ
CW: Talk of death, blood, dubcon, manipulation, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, codependency, psychological horror, power imbalance, PTSD, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, kidnapping, imprisonment, mental health issues, angst, (M) Dom x (F) Sub, pet play, dubcon somnophilia, (M) masturbation, rough sex (not explicit), none of the sex scenes are rlly explicit tbh, Caleb is sweet but also very creepy, typical yandere I would say but reader kinda into it. Open ending, up to ur interpretation.
I think that's all for CWs but pls lmk if I missed any! đ
~ Please read CW! This is an AU ~
The last thing you remember is clutching his necklace tightly, smoke and pain filling your body until you passed out.
You felt like you were stuck in a deep slumber after that. Sometimes through blurry vision you'd see familiar silhouettes, hear them talk and touch you. But your body stayed paralyzed, no matter how much you tried to move, to tell them you're okay, your body wouldn't listen.
Some time has passed since then, and the day comes when you finally wake up.
Your eyes blink and you squirm, wincing slightly when you try to stretch only to feel a zap of pain. You slow your movements, carefully sitting up to take a look around.
'What?!'
Your heart beats faster, a cold panic fully waking you up now.
You're on a makeshift bed, surrounded by blankets, pillows and plushies, a comfort heaven that greatly contrasts the rest. You're inside a basement you don't recognize and a cage keeps you trapped in your little heaven. The basement smells like a hospital room, in fact it sort of looks like one as well.
Everything seemed to have been thrown together in a rush.
And that makes your panic worsen.
You force yourself to crawl towards the cage's door, pushing and pulling at it which does nothing. There isn't anything that you could use to escape either.
You crawl back to your original spot and sit.
If you're alive then...maybe Caleb and grandma are too?
No, that isn't probable. If Caleb was alive you wouldn't be in this strange basement, but...
You think back on your words. If Caleb was alive, would he sit back and watch you try to make it out on your own to prove that your declaration was true?
"Also, I'm a grown-up now. I need to be the one making sure I stay safe. You can't protect me forever"
No, he isn't like that.
Your eyes sting with tears, you just want to go back home to gran and him. You're scared and confused, you need to know what happened after the explosion, but thinking about the past makes a strange pain pierce through your head.
Helpless you call out, "C-Caleb..."
You hear a lock click and you freeze. The door to the basement opens and you scramble to hide yourself underneath the blankets and plush. You cover your mouth with your hand and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. You can hear your heart beat loudly, your body completely still with fear.
Footsteps echo in the room until they reach the cage, then the door creaks open.
"Aren't you a little too old to be playing hide n seek?"
Your eyes widen at the familiar voice, it can't be...
Suddenly the blankets are pulled away from you.
"Caleb...?"
You stare at him, he's smiling like always, that comforting smile that soothes your fears. Your body relaxes and your emotions burst, you begin to sob, hands reaching out to him.
"You're alive!" you hug him tightly, he's real.
"Of course I am, you know I'd never leave you all alone" he hugs you back and you melt into his arms.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to be here when you waked up, but you were taking quite a bit to come back to me"
You pull back confused.
"How long have I been sleeping? is grandma okay? what happened?-"
"Woah there, one thing at a time okay?" he ruffles your hair.
"You've been asleep for a couple weeks now, and gran..." his eyes flicker away for a second, lips twitching as if holding back a smile.
"She didn't make it, I was only able to shield us" he looks at you sadly.
"Oh" you feel a knot form in your throat.
"Hey hey it's okay," his hands rest your shoulders. "I'm sure she's looking up at us happy knowing that we're alive and well"
"Looking up...?"
"Ah, slip of the tongue, I meant down" he chuckles and ruffles your hair again. "Sorry haven't been sleepin' well"
You look down at your bandage covered arms guilty.
"it's not your fault, so don't overthink it okay?"
You nod then glance at the room.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere safe, somewhere where nobody can ever hurt you again"
He doesn't respond instantly, you see his brows furrow, then he gives you a smile, but it feels different to his usual one.
You look at him confused, "what?-"
"I can protect you forever now, here. It'll be just you and me, isn't that perfect?"
His eyes look down at your injured body. "I couldn't protect you then but..."
His hand moves down from your head to cup your cheek.
"Are joking?" You see him look confused now.
"Why would I joke about this?"
Frustration takes root and you push his hands away.
"This isn't funny Caleb, where are we?"
"Home" his smile returns.
"Home?" You look around the basement, and he follows your gaze.
"Well, a new one, our old house is gone. But I promise this one will be just as special"
What?
"We can make new memories and do whatever we want" he looks at your lips then back to your eyes. "It's just us here"
This doesn't make sense, he's acting weird, this whole situation is weird. You bite your bottom lip and think.
"I want to go outside"
"I figured you'd want to stretch your legs after laying for so long" he smiles and offers his hands "we can walk around the room and-"
"-No, I want to leave this room, I want to go outside of whatever this place is" you feel hot pain claw at your body, but you ignore it.
His smile strains, "you can't"
"Why not?"
"It's not safe, in here you're protected out there" he frowns and looks down. "I'm not failing you again"
"So my answer is no"
Anger bubbles up.
"You can't keep me trapped in here!"
The pain increases and you grimace, he instantly moves closer to check on you, his worry evident. But you don't care, you don't care that he's worried, you don't care that you're in pain, you're too confused and frustrated to think clearly.
"Pips, please, I just want to hel-"
"I don't need you! I don't need anything from you, so just leave me alone!"
You stare in horror at your hand, then his red cheek.
Slap!
You don't say anything, you only watch his face twist into a serious expression.
"Did that help calm you down?"
You open your mouth to respond but you suddenly whimper and curl from the pain.
You hear him sigh, "stay still, I'll bring your medicine"
You obey without a thought.
When he comes back he holds you against his chest and extends your arm, pressing a needle against your vein.
"It's gonna hurt a little, bite me if it's too much"
The needle pierces your skin and you flinch, you look away from it and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
You didn't mean to say it, nor hit him. Your emotions got the best from you, and even after that he continues to care for you gently.
When he's done injecting you, he lays you down on the bed and starts to leave the cage.
"Where are you going?" you try to reach for him but your body feels weak.
He doesn't respond. Without looking at you, he closes and locks the cage.
"Caleb?"
Through blurred vision you see him toss the needle away and walk towards the basements door.
"I'm sorry...don't leave" you flip yourself over and reach for the bars.
"Rest, you'll feel better soon"
He turns off the lights and closes the door behind him, leaving you in complete darkness.
You wait for him to come back, but after a couple minutes you realize he won't.
"Caleb?"
Your eyes tear up and you weakly call out for him.
"Caleb! please I'm sorry" you hiccup, "I didn't mean it!"
You feel your body grow heavier so you lay down, the room is silent except for your cries. It's too dark and lonely, you don't like it, it scares you. It feels like you're asleep again, conscious of the world but hidden in the darkness. You want the warm light to come back.
He doesn't come.
"I was wrong...I need you Caleb..." your eyes close and open, your words taking longer to come out and your mind taking even longer to come up with them.
"...please don't leave me..."
Your breathing evens, the last bits of your tears trailing down into your pillow.
The cameras capture it all, and the man behind them smiles delighted.
The next day Caleb is back to normal, back to his happy, playful, self.
Days have passed, Caleb has helped you walk around the room as you get used to it. The pain lessens, and things go back to normal, well, your new normal. Since that day you haven't asked to go outside and he hasn't brought it up either.
It's been a while since you've spent so much time together.
Your days consist of Caleb feeding you, Caleb brushing your hair, Caleb fixing your cage, Caleb giving you medicine, Caleb helping you exercise, Caleb talking to you, and Caleb helping you bathe. At first you were too embarrassed, but he reassured you he'd close his eyes while he helped you in.
While you bathe is also when he usually cleans your cage, he brings in new blankets and pillows, some that you recognize from your favorited items online. Everyday besides beddings, he gifts you different things, special snacks, clothes, games, even toys.
When he gave you the first toy, you stared at the doll then him.
"Aren't I too grown for this?" you smile awkwardly yet politely take the doll.
"Maybe buuut" he taps the doll. "you really wanted it"
"Huh?"
"When we were younger, you saw this doll at the store and begged me to buy it for you" he looks down at it, a flash of sadness in his eyes. "I saved up as much as I could. Did a couple favors for cash but when I finally had enough, it was gone"
He looks back at you with a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get it for you"
Each gift carried similar stories, so many that they filled the basement.
"It's kinda small in here"
He says one day.
"Do you think you're ready to see our new home?"
He carries you out of the basement, with each step you feel a little nervous, but when he opens the second door you gasp amazed.
Before you is a large living room, with floor to ceiling windows that lead to a beautiful garden, your eyes don't even hurt from the sunlight despite not having seen it for so long.
"I'll show you the rest of the house"
The house is big, it has everything you could ever need, it's so perfect it looks straight out of your collage of your dream home.
When the tour ends he stops next to the basements door.
"Do you like it?"
You nod, "It's pretty, I love it"
"Good" he smiles. "I'll take you to our room"
Our room?
Just like the rest of the house the room is beautiful, everything is to your taste. That is until you notice the cage near the bed.
His eyes follow yours, "Oh that, don't worry it's only for when I have to leave the house"
"it's not good for you to be wandering off too much right now"
You nod.
He boops your nose, "are you hungry? you can lay down while I cook"
Your eyes light up and you look at him.
"Can I watch you cook?"
"Oh? you want a free show from chef Caleb?" he smirks.
You roll your eyes, "never mind"
He laughs and carries you out of the room, "a special show for a special lady coming riiight up"
You sit down on the kitchens island, watching him move and play around as he cooks. Each silly act making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. It feels just like before.
Bath time is different. The bathroom in your room is large, there's a big shower with glass doors, a big bath tub, a big mirror, two sinks. Everything is made to be shared between two people.
You step inside holding on to Caleb and he guides you to a chair next to the shower. Then, he turns on the shower and adjusts it until the temperature is just right. He grabs a towel and comes back to you, holding out both of his arms, with his help you stand up. His eyes close and you undress and wrap the towel around you.
"Done"
He opens his eyes but looks at the shower, without looking at you he helps you in. Just as he's about to turn around you pull him back.
"Where are you going? I can't stand on my own"
"I put some bars for you to hold on to-"
"How am I supposed to shower with one hand?" you cut him off and pull at him again. "Come inside"
You bite down a smile as you watch his ears turn red.
"My clothes will get wet" he tries to argue.
"Then take them off" you respond.
"P-pips?" you can hear how flustered he is.
"What? you can wrap a towel around you" you say with faux innocence.
"Right, yeah, that makes sense...can you?"
"Yep already closed my eyes" you close them quickly.
You feel him turn you around.
"Hold on to the bars while I change"
You reach out with one hand to hold on, then close your eyes again. You hear the rustle of his clothes, and the small thump of them joining the pile with yours. The thought of him naked just a couple feet away from you has you clutching your towel tightly, and pressing your thighs together.
"Okay you can hold on to me now"
You open your eyes and turn to him, then you pause, your hand halfway's to him. You've seen him like this before, he used to walk with just a towel wrapped around his hips when he finished showering, you have too. But something this time feels different, more intimate, is it because there's no one stopping you from crossing the line? In this new normal old rules no longer apply, only Caleb's.
"Such an intense stare" he teases. "see somethin' you like?"
You scramble for an excuse.
"I was just looking at these" you point to some random scars on his chest.
He looks down, jaw tightening. "Do they make you uncomfortable? I can cover them"
You shake your head and move in closer, "they don't I was just worried, besides I have some too, it's like we're matching!" you try to brighten up the mood.
"Mm true, you're always copying me huh?" he chuckles and moves you closer to water.
"Wash up first and then we can keep talking" he closes his eyes and keeps his hands stretched out for you.
You take off your towel and hang it over his arm, quietly giggling when you see his faint blush.
You take your time with your hair, it's been a while since you've washed it yourself and the shampoo also smells really nice. But it's too quiet, too peaceful.
"Caleb I'm tired, hold me" you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body on his.
His breath hitches, he can feel your wet skin on his, the only thing separating him from fully feeling you being his towel. He swallows thickly.
"Okay"
You frown, why is he so calm?
"Can you come closer? I need to rinse"
"I'm not tired anymore" you pull away to wash your body next, then an idea pops into your head.
Oblivious he follows you.
The water starts to hit him now, and you occasionally splash it his way. His towel starts to dampen and cling to him more, and you can see how the tent in between is more pronounced.
Due to the weight his towel starts to slip a little, one of his hands quickly reaches down to hold it.
"I-I'll be right back, need a new towel"
You hold on to his arm.
"I'm almost done though" you smile gleefully, watching his blush deepen.
"I'll be quick-"
Between the tugging and pulling you slip.
"A-ah!"
In a flash he catches you, his eyes now open and focused. Your eyes are focused too, but on something else, they follow the dark trail of hair that lead you down to it. It's much bigger than you thought it was, and it's also pretty thick.
Just as quickly as you had seen it, it's gone. He spins you around your back hitting his chest.
"Don't look at it"
"Why not? is that also not allowed?" you tease, slowly grinding on him.
"Pips..." his grip tightens, and his tone lowers to a warning.
"What are you gonna do about it, huh? are you gonna punish me? make me stand in the corner and think about my actions" you giggle then yelp when he easily lifts you.
"Maybe I will, it'll be different then before though" he carries you out of the shower. "You won't be having any time to think, I'll do it for you"
For hours he moves you around and twists you into different positions. True to his words your body becomes compliant, as if hypnotized to obey him. He confesses all sorts of things, his dirty secrets, his dark desires, however, they come off more as a warning of what's to come. While you're in too much of a daze to actually pay attention, your body listens attentively, the more filth he whispers the easier he slides in. At one point you feel yourself fall into warm darkness.
"Are you done?" your voice comes out quietly.
Light slowly pours into the room, when it starts to paint it, he finally slumps over your body. The lack of movement wakes you and you blink until your mind comes back to you.
You gently rub his head and he hums against your skin.
"Mhm"
He lifts up a little to pull himself out, a mixture of your cum spilling out of you as he does. You wince a little, feeling sore and full.
He kisses your forehead then sits up, "I'll be right back"
You're too tired to ask where he's going, so you just watch him leave.
When he comes back he has a tray with him, he sits next to you and sets it down. You look at it curiously, on it there's a bowl of soup, water and a pill.
"Open"
You open your mouth and he feeds you the soup.
It's quiet, he's gentle. It contrasts last night, which makes you think of something he said that stood out enough for you to remember.
"If I show you this other part of me, will you still love me?"
You know he's not honest, he's just good at pretending he is. Since the day you woke up you had felt something was off, again and again he'd done and said things that shocked you and made you think-
'Is this really my Caleb?'
After last night you can finally say with certainty yes, it is your Caleb, you just didn't know him as well as you thought you did. Even now you don't fully understand, but you have a feeling that last night was a crack in the wall.
He feeds you then bathes you, unlike last night though there isn't a hint of flusteredness or shyness from him.
For the rest of the morning he dotes on you completely.
"I have to go out soon" you watch him place snacks and drinks inside your cage.
"Do you have to go?"
"I have to go to work and get groceries" he stands up and walks to you.
Work, you think about the hunters association.
"When will I be able to go back to work?"
His hand freezes over your head, then moves down to ruffle your hair.
"They think I'm dead don't they?"
"Silly girl, you don't have to worry about working anymore, I can provide for us"
"Maaaybe"
You look up at him unamused.
"Alright, but in exchange you have to always come back home safe" you look at him seriously.
"I did it for your safety, that job is dangerous and...I don't want to see you on the brink of death ever again" he cups your cheeks and presses his forehead against yours. "So please, stay here, where I can keep you safe"
You sigh.
"Deal" he stands up straight and offers his hand which you take.
You stare at the cage then him.
"Do I really have to?"
"Mhm, it's to keep you extra extra safe" he smiles proudly.
You side eye him.
"Be a good girl and go inside your cage"
You reluctantly obey and crawl inside the cage. You sit inside it and watch him crouch down to close and lock it.
When he's done you grab the bars and press your face against them.
"Kiss"
He hums and leans in to kiss your lips. When he pulls back his eyes look you up and down with a hint of lust.
"You look like a pet, my pretty little pet"
You blink, "what?"
He snaps out of his thoughts.
"I uh, I didn't mean it like that, I'm not calling you an animal it's just-"
You decide to ignore his long ramble. You have already come to the conclusion that it's a kink thing, you're not a kink shamer but you can't resits the urge to playfully poke at him.
"How could I be your pet if I don't have a collar?" you joke, but you notice how his eyes darken for a moment.
He stands up chuckling, "I was just messing around, I'll see you later okay?"
"Mhm" you get comfortable in your cage and lay down. "Bye, come back safe"
"Always," he looks at you one last time before leaving.
You forget about the joke and you assume he has too.
Time has passed and your body feels completely back to normal. Little by little Caleb has let you roam the house more, and he even leaves the cage door open when he's gone, the only door that seems to be locked is the front door. You pick up different hobbies, do things that you were too busy to do before. Caleb makes sure you're always entertained.
One evening you wake up from your nap, you yawn and stretch then sit up. Outside the cage you see Caleb crouching, his eyes set on you. it's not the first time you wake up to him watching you sleep, sure it's a little creepy, but you got used to it. Something about this time feels different though, his gaze is more intense and you notice how tightly his hands grip the bars. His breathing also sounds ragged, almost excited.
His smile widens when he sees you look at him.
"You're awake"
You nod awkwardly.
"I have a gift for you"
You lean closer curious and he opens the cage.
"Come here"
You crawl to him and sit back on your knees. You see him grab a black box and open it, from it he pulls out a collar.
"Do you like it? is it how you imagined?" he smiles proudly and presents it to you. "I'm sorry it took a bit, I had it custom made for you"
He carefully wraps the collar around you.
"Does it feel right?"
"I bet I could hear you from anywhere in the house with that" he flicks the bell as well.
You think for a moment, your hand reaching up to touch it. You flick the apple shaped bell, listening to how it rings.
You see how he looks at it, at you. In moments like these he's too obvious, but you don't mind playing along.
"So no matter where I hide, you'll always find me"
His breath hitches excitedly.
"I like it, it's pretty" you smile at him. "Thank you"
"Anything for you" he smiles back.
That night he puts the bell to the test, he let's you run around the house. Each time he caught you a piece of your clothings would end up on the floor. By the end of it you were both bare, leaving your markings in different parts of the house.
Sometimes you think about going outside, but you don't mention it to Caleb, you know how he feels about it. He does accompany you out to the garden though, it's always so nice there, the weather is always perfect. It makes you wonder where you are, you can't see much with the tall walls that surround the house, but you assume you're in some rural area from how quiet it is.
Every once in a while your curiosity gets the best out of you, you test the front doors lock, walking away when it doesn't budge. Caleb never says anything so you continue to test it.
Once again you pass by the front door and you hesitate, then reach for the knob. You slowly twist it, your eyes widening when the door opens. For a couple minutes you stare in shock, you never expected to see the other side of this door, was Caleb that much in a rush that he forgot to lock it?
Caleb had left in a rush earlier, it was funny to see him scramble to grab his belongings and run out, of course not without kissing you goodbye. You walk around the house finding things to do.
You take a tentative step forward taking in the sight. Before you are tall walls, flora growing and attaching itself to them. You keep moving forward, admiring the scenery, you walk through the different paths with delight.
At one point you lay down in a bed of flowers to take a nap, the sun isn't too hot, something you had noticed before, it's warm enough to let you to sleep comfortably.
When you wake up it's dark, you sit up panicked, you didn't expect to sleep for so long. You stand up holding on to the wall for support, it's pretty cloudy so the moon barely shines through. Holding on to the wall you start to walk, trying to remember where you came from.
You feel like you've been walking in circles, it's dark, cold, and it's started to rain. Your body trembles as you try to find a way out of the maze, a small feeling of anxiety already spreading. What if you can't find a way out? The once breathtaking walls now evoke fear in you.
Suddenly you see a flash of light come from the sky down to the ground, your screams muffled by the sound of thunder. The rain comes down heavier drenching you completely. You gasp and cry, pressing yourself closer to the wall, your hands covering your ears.
You feel yourself grow faint. If only you had stayed in the house this would of never happened, you hope Caleb will be able to find you. But what if he's still at work? will it be too late when he comes back?
The lighting seems to be coming from afar, so you stay in place. You crouch down and make yourself small, your eyes frantically looking around for the next strikes.
You clear your throat.
"Caleb!"
The thunder get's louder, but you force your voice out until your voice is hoarse. You're close to giving up when you hear a muffled yell.
"Caleb?" you move your hands away from your ears to hear more clearly.
"Pips! where are you?!"
"Caleb!" you yell back, "over here!"
You shakily stand, your bell ringing from the movements.
"There you are"
You look up to see him running to you, face visibly worried. You feel a wave of relief flood through you and you push yourself away from the wall into his arms.
"C-Caleb" you cry into his chest.
"Shh, it's okay" he whispers into your ear, one hand gently rubs your back while the other searches his pocket. "Everything will be okay, I'm here now"
"I'm s-sorry for sneaking out. I-I won't do it ever a-again, please I-I want to go home" you clutch his wet shirt tightly.
You feel him pull something out from his pocket but when you turn to look his hand pats your head, pressing it back to his chest.
"Close your eyes and hold on to me, we'll be back home before you know it"
You nod and he lifts you up, already starting to find the way out. A couple minutes later the thunder stops and the rain turns into a soothing pitter patter. He navigates the maze with ease and you soon find yourself back home.
After that you never go outside without him.
Some days Caleb comes back late at night, stressed, upset. He wakes you to bring you out of your cage and pull you into a hug, you always try your best to comfort him.
Caleb had messaged you earlier telling you he'd be back late, so you decided to sleep in your cage until he got back. In the midst of your sleep you hear panting and low moans, the sounds waking you up. You open your eyes a little then completely in surprise. In front of you Caleb has one hand on the cage and the other ceaselessly moves up and down his length.
"S-sorry did I ngh wake you?" he asks breathlessly.
"It's fine" you yawn. "I was waiting for you anyways"
"Good girl, my good girl" he whimpers, his pace never faltering. "Always so-mgh-good for me"
"Why'd you close your eyes?"
You think of doing something to help, but ultimately stay where you are, he seems like he's close so you let him be.
You close your eyes again and get comfortable.
"I'm sleeping" you respond and he laughs.
"Really?" he presses his forehead against the cage, his breathing more ragged now,
"Mhm, carry on with your business"
"O-oh, but I have a gift for you"
You can imagine what it is.
"Just stick it through the cage when you're ready" you move your face away from your pillow to expose it more.
You hear his moans get louder, the cage rattling from how his body shakes against it.
Suddenly you feel ropes of sticky liquid on your face, each one falling on different parts until you're covered.
"S-so pretty, you look so cute when you sleep, so peaceful" he moans "I could watch you for hours"
You don't doubt it.
He slams his hand on the cage making you jolt up.
"My pretty pet, in her cage where it's safe" he moans one last time, then slumps against the cage. "They can't touch you here, can't hurt you here"
"I'll find them and kill them, I'll kill them all!" he slams the cage each time harder than before.
You quickly crawl out of the cage and run to him.
"Caleb stop, you're hurting yourself-"
You grab his arm and pull him back, his eyes snapping to you. His breath is uneven, and he's warm to the touch.
Suddenly he bites down hard over your heart and you yelp.
His arms wrap around you into a tight hug before he lifts you and pushes you down on the bed. He murmurs "I love you's" into your skin, hands exploring and exposing you.
"You're real...you're alive" he moans and laps at the blood that slowly oozes.
He rests his ear over your heart and hums. "Warm and alive, I hated seeing you so quiet, so lifeless"
You feel wet drops fall on your bare skin.
"There was so much blood, and you were limp in my arms" you hear him sniffle.
"I thought I'd lose you" his nails dig into your skin. "It's all my fault, I should've protected you better"
You frown, guilt pooling in your mind. He always acted so calm and composed, you hadn't thought about how much the incident affected him.
You pat his head soothingly, "I'm alive, I'm here"
You lift his face to look at you.
"Because of you I'm alive and safe, so please stop blaming yourself"
You gingerly wipe his tears, "you'll never lose me, I'll always be right here"
His face twists into a big smile.
"You'll never leave me"
His touch is possessive, with intentions of marking and claiming. Though he asks you countless times who you belong to, he never seems tired of hearing your answer. Each time you feel yourself fade away you're brought back, he pulls at your soul until it lays next to his, your bodies intertwining until you once again become one.
You think a year has passed, it's hard to tell the time sometimes. Everything is slow, too perfect. You can't really tell if you're awake or dreaming. You slowly start to forget your old life, the people you knew, the places you would go to, all you know is this house and him. But he doesn't seem to be real either sometimes, you know he also thinks the same.
Some nights his hands tremble when he cups your face, his tears wetting your cheeks. He looks so afraid, but his thrusts don't falter, rather they grow more desperate to reach as much inside you as possible.
Every night between gasps and moans the two of you look for proof of the others existence. You claw at him, listening to his small whimpers and taste the life you take from him. Your bodies fuse together, as if aching to go back to their natural state, before life had split you. Before life had violently taken you away from him.
"Please don't leave me"
Other nights he folds you, your knees reaching your face, he compresses you to fit perfectly under him. Like a puzzle clicking into place. His touch is hungry, wanting to cover every bit of you, to mold himself onto you.
"Stay with me forever"
"You're mine, and I'm yours. We're meant to be"
"I love you"
Er ts was much longer than I originally planned đ wasnt rlly sure how to end it đŁ at least my friend liked it, I hope yall do too đ„č ik it's not my usual content on this account but I thought something different would be nice too.
I might post a bonus to this with actual smut but idk yet. Mayhaps I could explore the pet play but idk what animal to choose, I could also make it vague for better self insert...hmm decisions decisions
I need someone to create a drabble or video edit of the LADS LI and MC to âTimelessâ by Taylor Swift.
I was driving home from work and this came up on my playlistâŠ..I did have a mental breakdown imagining those scenarios with each of the LIs. đ„șđ„șđ„ș
OK no drabble yet as I have to head out for the day, but I just hit 100 days in the game yesterday and I've been wanting to do a drabble for it and this sounds fire! Mind if I participate OP?
I need someone to create a drabble or video edit of the LADS LI and MC to âTimelessâ by Taylor Swift.
I was driving home from work and this came up on my playlistâŠ..I did have a mental breakdown imagining those scenarios with each of the LIs. đ„șđ„șđ„ș
bruh trueform sukuna is just so big i bet his loads would be pool sized. and you WILL find be swimming in it and lathering it all up in my holes. drinking that cursed nuh till i become the new vessel.
you come home late. heels clicking. bag dropped by the door with a careless thud.
nanamiâs already waiting. his tie loosened. top two buttons undone. sleeves rolled to the elbows. sitting on the edge of the bed like heâs been counting the seconds until you return. he doesnât say hello. just looks up. eyes dark behind those glasses. voice low. clipped.
âstrip.â
you blink. smile a little. ârough day?â
âi said strip.â
not a request.
you toe off the heels first, slow on purpose. then, let the dress slip down your shoulders. fabric pools at your feet. his gaze drags over you - hungry yet also controlled.Â
âon the bed. now.â
you crawl across the mattress. ass up just enough to tease.
heâs on you in seconds. big hand between your shoulder blades. pressing your chest down into the sheets.
âass higher.â
you arch. knees spread. he hums. palm smoothing down your spine. then lower. cupping. squeezing.
âbeen thinking about this tight cunt all day.â
you whimper. wiggle a little. his fingers hook into your panties. yank them down rough. not patient tonight.
âkento-â
âquiet.â
you bite your lip. he spreads you open with both thumbs.
stares.Â
he groans low in his throat. âfuck, sweetheart. look at you. already dripping. desperate little thing.â
his middle finger slides through your slick. slow and deliberate. circles your clit once. twice. you jerk. he pins your hips down harder.
âstay still.â
you try. fail. hips twitching anyway.
he clicks his tongue. disappointed. âi said still.â
then heâs leaning over you. chest to your back. cock hard through his slacks. grinding once against your ass.
âyou donât listen tonight, you donât get to cum.â he mutters against your neck. threat delivered calmly, like heâs discussing the weather.
you whine into your frilly pillow. âplease-â
âplease what.â
not a question. demand.
âplease fuck me.â
silence.
then his belt clinks. you hear his zipper being pulled down. you then feel his heavy cock slapping against your ass cheek.
âbeg properly.â
you swallow - voice shaky and high- and whine, âplease, kento. need you inside. need you to fuck me hard. please.â
he exhales through his nose. almost a laugh.
âbetter.â
he lines up. fat head nudging your entrance. teasing, not pushing in.
âyou take what i give you tonight. understand?â
âyes-â
he snaps his hips forward. buries himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. your mouth drops open. no sound comes out at first. he doesnât wait. pulls back. slams in again. sets a punishing rhythm. bed creaks. headboard taps the wall.
âfuck. so tight. always so fucking tight for me.â
his hand slides up. wraps around your throat, all possessive. âsay it.â
you gasp. âyours-â
âlouder.â
âiâm yours, kento!â
he growls. thrusts deeper. hits that spot that makes your vision white.
âagain.â
ây-yours- fuck-â
his other hand snakes around. finds your clit. rubs fast and mean circles.
âcome on my cock. now.â
itâs not a request.
your body obeys before your brain catches up. your thighs shake. walls flutter. you gush around him. he doesnât slow down. just keeps pounding through it. drawing it out until youâre whimpering. oversensitive.
âgood girl.â
praise growled against your ear.
âone more. give me one more.â
you shake your head. tears prick your eyes. itâs too much. he angles his hips. cock dragging right over that spot again and again.
âi wasnât asking.â
his thumb presses harder on your clit. you somehow manage to come again.
he finally falters. rhythm stuttering. he manages to groan out a 'fuck' as he buries himself deep inside you. spilling his hot seed inside you with a low, broken groan.
youâre panting. boneless. he kisses the back of your neck. soft now. sweet. pulls out carefully while he watches his cum leak out. then, smears it back inside with two fingers.
you shiver.
he chuckles, low and fond, âstay like that a minute. donât waste it.â
you huff. face still smushed into the pillow.
âmean.â
he flips you over gently. looms above you. brushes hair from your sweaty forehead.
âi love you.â
you roll your eyes. but youâre smiling. heâs such a sap. he leans down. kisses you slow and deep.Â
then, murmurs against your lips. âround two after i get you water. donât move.â
The laboratory was circular. Transparent reinforced glass formed the walls on all sidesâobservation panels beyond that, silhouettes of officials watching.
You were suspended upright by restraint chains embedded into the ceiling and floor.
Wrists bound.
Ankles locked.
Your head slightly bowed.
Blood ran down your arm in thin streams, dripping onto the sterile white floor.
Not little.
Too much.
Calebâs expression did not change.
But the air around him did.
âWhat did you do?â he asked.
No raised voice.
No visible anger.
But the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Nox followed his gaze casually.
âPreliminary testing,â he said. âYour⊠companion has remarkable endurance.â
Caleb stepped closer to the glass barrier separating him from you.
Your eyes lifted weakly.
When you saw himâ
Something fragile flickered there.
Relief.
âCalebâŠâ Your voice was hoarse.
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
Nox noticed.
âYou see?â Nox said quietly. âAttachment. Fascinating liability.â
Caleb did not look at him.
âWhat did you do?â he repeated.
Nox sighed as though discussing minor inconveniences.
âWe simply pushed her Core.â
At a gesture from Nox, lights dimmed slightly. Screens activated around the room.
Data scrolled.
Energy readings.
Neural spikes.
Core fluctuation metrics.
âShe is not merely a Core bearer,â Nox continued. âShe is a nexus. Her shadow does not simply obey. It consumes. It integrates.â
Calebâs eyes flicked briefly to the data.
Then back to you.
âSheâs bleeding,â he said flatly.
âYes,â Nox replied. âPower extraction is rarely comfortable.â
Caleb finally turned toward him.
Slowly.
Noxâs smile widened. He gestured to the far side of the laboratory.
Doors opened.
Three Core controllers were marched insideâmen and women in restraint collars, visibly shaken but armored.
âYou wanted to know what we did?â Nox said softly. âWatch.â
The chains holding you loosened just enough to allow movement.
Your body trembled.
âDonât,â Caleb said quietlyâbut it wasnât to Nox.
It was to you.
Your eyes flickered toward him again.
Noxâs voice hardened.
âEngage.â
The suppressor was removed.
Pain hit you first.
Then instinct.
Your shadow spilled outward across the white floor like ink dropped into water.
The three controllers ignited their Coresâlight, flame, kinetic force.
They charged.
The room became an arena.
Energy collided.
Glass vibrated.
You tried to defend rather than attackâbut your shadow did not hesitate.
It moved with violent hunger.
One controller screamed as darkness coiled around his arm, pulling energy directly from his Core.
Another attempted to strike from behindâonly for shadow tendrils to pierce through her light barrier and wrap around her throat.
Calebâs fists clenched at his sidesâbut he did not move.
He knew.
If he intervened now, Nox would escalate.
âLook at that,â Nox murmured. âShe does not merely defeat them. She absorbs.â
The first controller collapsed.
Not dead.
Empty.
His Core flickeredâand then dimmed.
The shadow didnât release him.
It threaded through him.
When he stood againâ
His eyes were black.
Still.
Under your control.
The second followed.
Then the third.
The arena fell silent.
Three Core controllers stood behind you now.
Still.
Bound to you.
The shadows withdrew slowly, pooling at your feet.
You swayed in your restraints, blood heavier now against white.
Nox stepped closer to the glass.
âMagnificent,â he said simply. âDo you know how difficult it is to manage independent Core users across the world? Unpredictable. Emotional. Disloyal.â
He turned his head slightly toward Caleb.
âBut through her? Through her, we do not manage them.â
His smile sharpened.
âWe own them.â
Calebâs eyes went completely cold.
âYouâre turning her into a conduit.â
âYes.â
Nox didnât deny it.
âThrough sufficient amplification, her Core can override others. Dominate weaker signatures. Eventually, even stronger ones. Imagine it, Colonelâevery Core bearer under Ever command.â
His gaze darkened slightly.
âNo competition.â
You lifted your head weakly.
âI wonâtââ Your voice cracked.
Nox pressed a control on his wrist.
Pain surged through your restraints.
You cried out.
Caleb stepped forward instinctivelyâstopped only by the glass barrier.
âEnough,â he said.
Nox watched him carefully.
âThere it is,â Nox murmured. âEmotion.â
Calebâs voice lowered.
âYou think you can control her?â
Nox tilted his head.
âWe already are.â
Another Core controller was dragged in.
This one stronger.
Energy crackled visibly along his arms.
Noxâs voice turned clinical.
âAgain.â
Calebâs heart poundedâbut his face remained stone.
You looked at him once more.
And he held your gaze.
Not breaking.
Not falling apart.
Just there.
The fight began again.
This controller lasted longer.
He broke two shadow binds.
He nearly reached youâ
Until your Core flared violently.
The shadow didnât just restrain him this time.
It devoured his energy in a violent surge.
The glass trembled from the pressure.
Observers murmured beyond the walls.
When it endedâ
He too stood behind you.
Empty.
Controlled.
Nox exhaled slowly, satisfied.
âYou see now, Colonel? She is not a liability.â
He looked directly at Caleb.
âShe is the future.â
Calebâs voice dropped into something deeper.
âSheâs not your weapon.â
Noxâs smile faded slightly.
âShe belongs to Ever.â
Caleb met his eyes without blinking.
âShe belongs to herself.â
Silence.
Tension thick enough to suffocate.
Nox studied him for a long moment.
Then he laughed softly.
âStill sentimental.â
His amusement echoed faintly against the sterile glass walls.
âYou stand in my headquarters, Colonel. Surrounded. Disarmed. And you still speak of autonomy.â His eyes flicked toward you, chained and bleeding. âAdmirable. Futile.â
Caleb didnât answer.
He didnât need to.
His gaze shiftedâjust slightlyâto the upper right corner of the observation glass.
A near-invisible flicker.
Nox didnât notice.
But Gideon did.
Because three blocks away, in a Fleet assault vehicle with encrypted uplinks flooding his screens, Gideon exhaled once.
âSignal received,â he murmured.
Then, louderâ
âExecute.â
Outside the headquarters, the first shockwave hit.
Not an explosionâan EMP pulse calibrated to disrupt Everâs perimeter drones.
Inside the laboratory, lights flickered violently.
Screens glitched.
Alarms began to scream.
Noxâs head snapped toward the ceiling.
âWhatââ
The reinforced doors at the far end of the lab blew inward.
Fleet tactical units poured in.
Precision formation.
Weapons raised.
Gunfire erupted.
Glass shattered outward in controlled detonations as Fleet snipers neutralized upper observation posts.
Caleb moved instantly.
No hesitation.
He lunged toward the containment field controls.
Two Ever guards fired.
Bullets tore past him.
He didnât flinch.
He slammed his palm against the emergency override panel Gideon had hacked seconds earlier.
Your restraints deactivated.
You collapsed forwardâ
And Caleb caught you before you hit the ground.
His arms wrapped around you tightly.
âIâve got you,â he said under the gunfire, voice low and steady against your ear. âIâve got you.â
Your body was cold.
Too cold.
Blood soaked into his sleeve immediately.
âCalebâŠâ you whispered, barely conscious.
âItâs over,â he lied softly. âWeâre leaving.â
Gunfire ricocheted around them.
Fleet soldiers engaged Ever operatives across the lab floor.
Smoke filled the air.
But Nox was still standing.
He had drawn his sidearm.
And he was aiming.
âDonât move!â one Fleet soldier shouted.
Nox ignored him.
His eyes were locked on Caleb.
âYou think this changes anything?â Nox called over the chaos. âYou think taking her stops what she is becoming?â
Caleb shielded you behind his body instinctively.
âStand down, Nox.â
Noxâs smile was gone.
Only fury remained.
âShe has power beyond governance,â he said sharply. âAnd you would let that power wander free?â
You saw it then.
The barrel aimed at Calebâs back.
Your breath caught.
No.
You couldnât let himâ
You forced yourself upright despite the pain tearing through your ribs.
Your shadow exploded outward.
Not controlled.
Not measured.
Violent.
It slammed into the walls, the ceiling, the remaining Ever soldiers.
It wrapped around Nox before he could fire.
Black tendrils coiled around his arms, his chest, his throat.
They lifted him off the ground.
His gun clatteredâbut he caught it again barely.
The shadow tightened.
His feet dangled inches above the floor.
Fleet soldiers froze for a split second at the sheer force radiating from you.
Caleb turned sharply.
âStop,â he said immediately.
But you couldnât.
You didnât care.
His lifeâ
Nothing mattered except that.
The shadow constricted further around Noxâs neck.
His face darkened as pressure increased.
âYouââ he gasped, struggling.
But the power wasnât stable.
It wasnât sustainable.
You felt it.
Deep inside.
Your Core wasnât just flaringâ
It was tearing.
A ripping sensation from the center of your chest outward.
Like something inside you was being pulled apart fiber by fiber.
Your vision blurred.
Blood filled your mouth.
You coughedâ
And red splattered across the white floor.
Calebâs voice cut through everything.
âEnough!â
But your shadow only tightened.
Noxâs hand trembled violentlyâ
Still holding the gun.
Your knees buckled.
Pain detonated through your chest.
Your Core was overloading.
Too much output.
Too much strain.
The shadow flickered violently.
Noxâs boots touched the floor for half a secondâ
Then lifted again as you forced more power into it.
You screamed.
Not in rage.
In agony.
Blood spilled from your lips, staining your chin.
Caleb reached for youâ
But you staggered forward instead.
Trying to maintain the hold.
Trying to finish it.
Noxâs arm twitched.
Through sheer will, he forced the gun upward.
Even as the shadow crushed his windpipe.
Even as his vision darkened.
He aimed.
At Caleb.
Time fractured.
You saw it clearly.
The angle.
The line of fire.
You moved before thinking.
The shadow released Nox as your body twisted.
You threw yourself between them.
The gun fired.
The sound was deafening in the confined space.
For a split secondâ
You felt nothing.
Thenâ
Impact.
A sharp, burning force tearing through your side.
Your breath vanished.
Your legs gave out.
Caleb caught you again before you could hit the ground.
His arms wrapped around you desperately.
âNo,â he breathed.
His voice broke for the first time.
âNo, noââ
Blood spread rapidly across his hands.
Your fingers weakly gripped his coat.
âYouâre⊠okay,â you whispered faintly.
He pressed his forehead to yours.
âWhy?â His voice was shaking now despite every effort to steady it. âWhy would you do that?â
You gave the faintest attempt at a smile.
âI couldnât⊠let him hurt you.â
Behind them, Fleet soldiers tackled Nox to the ground, disarming him fully.
Gideon rushed in moments later, eyes scanning, assessing.
Then he saw you.
And everything in his expression hardened.
âMedic!â he shouted.
Caleb didnât look up.
His entire world had narrowed to you.
âStay with me,â he said urgently, hands pressing against the wound. âStay with me. Look at me.â
Caleb pulled you closer, as if he could anchor your soul by sheer force.
âNo, please,â he whispered fiercely. âYou canât die here.â
Your fingers weakly tightened against his collar.
Then loosened.
âStay with me,â he begged quietly.
For the first timeâ
The Colonel.
The strategist.
The unbreakable oneâ
Was afraid.
The laboratory noise became distant.
Muted.
Like everything was happening underwater.
Caleb was on his knees, the pristine white floor soaked red beneath you.
Your blood.
Too much of it.
His hands pressed against your wound, trying to stop what wouldnât stop. It kept slipping through his fingersâwarm, thick, terrifyingly alive.
âPressure,â a medic said somewhere behind him.
Caleb didnât move.
He couldnât.
He was staring at you.
Your breathing was uneven now. Each inhale shallow. Each exhale trembled.
âStay with me,â he said again, softer this time. Not a command. A plea. âLook at me.â
Your eyes found him.
Barely focused.
But they found him.
You gave a small, fragile smile that didnât belong in a room like this.
âYou⊠came,â you whispered.
His jaw tightened. âOf course I came.â
Your fingers weakly fisted into his coat, staining it darker.
âI knew you would.â
He swallowed hard.
âYouâre not leaving,â he said quickly, like saying it made it law. âYou still havenât seen the ocean.â
A faint breath left you. Almost a laugh.
âOceanâŠâ
âYes.â His voice steadied artificially, like he was briefing a mission. âYou said you wanted to see more of the city. That was just the beginning. I was going to take you beyond that.â
Your eyelids fluttered.
âThe ocean at dawn,â he continued, words coming faster now. âItâs quieter than the city. The horizon doesnât end. The air tastes different. You wouldâve liked it.â
Blood bubbled at the corner of your lips when you tried to speak again.
He wiped it away immediately with shaking fingers.
âAnd the aurora,â he added, voice cracking despite himself. âYouâve never seen it. Lights across the sky. Green and violet. It doesnât look real.â
You were fading.
He could see it.
The light in your eyes flickering like a dying star.
âI was going to show you everything,â he whispered. âYou were supposed to see everything.â
Your hand trembled as you reached up, brushing his cheek weakly.
âYou⊠showed me enough.â
His breath caught.
âNo.â
You nodded faintly.
âWhen you found me⊠I didnât thinkâŠâ Your voice wavered. âI didnât think I was still human.â
The words hit him harder than any bullet.
âYou are,â he said immediately. Fiercely. âYou are.â
âYou made me feel like it,â you continued, voice breaking. âBreakfast in the morning⊠walking outside⊠fireworksâŠâ
Your breathing stuttered.
âFor the first time⊠I wasnât just a Core controller.â
Calebâs hands were slick with blood now.
Medics were speaking urgently behind him.
âColonel, we need to move herââ
He didnât hear them.
âYouâre not,â he said, voice low and desperate. âYouâre not their weapon. Youâre not Everâs project. Youâreââ
His throat closed.
You smiled faintly again.
âYou let me be⊠me.â
Your body jerked slightly as pain tore through you again.
A sharp gasp left your lips.
Your shadow flickered weakly across the floorârestless, whispering.
He could see it now.
It wasnât violent.
It wasnât hungry.
It was frantic.
Like it didnât know how to save you.
The shadows curled around you protectively, brushing his hands, his arms.
They whispered in a language too old and too broken to understand.
You winced.
âIt hurts,â you admitted softly.
His composure shattered.
âI know,â he said hoarsely. âI know.â
Your head tipped slightly against his arm.
âIâm tiredâŠâ
âNo.â His voice sharpened instantly. âDonât say that.â
âIâm⊠so tired, Caleb.â
The shadows pulsed again.
Stronger this time.
Then weaker.
Your Core was destabilizing.
Overuse. Trauma. Blood loss.
All at once.
He pressed his forehead against yours.
âPleaseâŠ,â he whispered fiercely. âYou promised me you wanted to see more.â
âI did,â you breathed. âI still do.â
âThen stay.â
Your gaze drifted slightly past him.
The laboratory lights blurred in your vision.
âIâm scared,â you confessed quietly.
The words broke something inside him.
âIâm here,â he said immediately. âIâm right here. Youâre not alone. Not anymore.â
Your fingers slipped slightly from his coat.
âYou werenât supposed to get hurt,â he murmured, almost to himself. âIt was supposed to be me.â
You shook your head faintly.
âI couldnât⊠let him shoot you.â
His breath faltered.
âWhy?â
You looked at him with something so soft it hurt to witness.
âBecause I loveââ
The word fractured as a violent cough wracked through you.
More blood.
His hands trembled visibly now.
âDonât,â he whispered. âDonât try to talk.â
But you forced your eyes back to his.
âThank you,â you said instead.
âFor finding me.â
A tear fell.
The first one.
It landed on your cheek.
He didnât even realize it had escaped.
Caleb Xia did not cry.
Not in battle.
Not under interrogation.
Not when men under his command fell.
But nowâ
His vision blurred.
Another tear followed.
He didnât wipe them away.
âYou donât need to thank me,â he said brokenly. âJust please stay.â
Your breathing hitched.
Your body grew colder in his arms.
The shadows began to recede.
Not violently.
Quietly.
Like a tide pulling back.
âCalebâŠâ you whispered.
âYes.â
Your voice was barely audible now.
âIf I donâtââ
âDonât,â he snapped gently. âDonât finish that sentence.â
But your eyes were slipping closed.
âYou gave me⊠a world.â
His voice shook.
âAnd youâre giving it back.â
Your fingers twitched once.
Then loosened.
The medics moved in urgently.
âWeâre losing her!â
Caleb held you tighter.
âNo.â
Your heartbeatâfaint.
Fading.
The shadows whispered one last time, curling weakly around both of you.
And thenâ
Stillness began to creep in.
âStay with me,â he begged, tears falling freely now. âPlease.â
For the first time in his lifeâ
He sounded helpless.
Your hand had gone completely slack.
Not weak.
Not trembling.
Slack.
Caleb felt it before he allowed himself to understand it.
Your fingers had been gripping his coatâbarely, but gripping. As if anchoring yourself to him. As if refusing to let go.
Now they slipped.
Sliding down the fabric.
Falling.
He tightened his hold immediately.
âNo.â
The word left him under his breath, almost soundless.
Your head tilted slightly to the side. Your lips partedâbut no breath followed.
The medicâs voice cut through the white noise of the laboratory. âColonelââ
âNo.â Calebâs voice rose for the first time. âNo. Noââ
He pressed harder against your wound, blood soaking through his hands, as if force alone could push life back into you.
âStay with me,â he demanded, leaning close enough that his forehead brushed yours. âOpen your eyes.â
Nothing.
âY/N.â He said your name again. Sharper now. Commanding. âLook at me.â
Your lashes didnât move.
âNononoââ The words fractured in his throat. âNot like this. You donât get to do this.â
Your hand slipped completely from his coat and fell limply against the tile.
The sound was soft.
Too soft.
Caleb froze.
The lab noise dimmed around himâboots moving, medics shouting vitals, Fleet officers securing the perimeter. It all receded into something distant and hollow.
He was staring at your face.
Waiting.
For a breath that wasnât coming.
âPulse isââ a medic began quietly.
âDonât,â Caleb said again.
It wasnât loud.
But the medic stopped speaking.
Caleb slid one arm beneath your shoulders and the other beneath your knees.
Carefully.
So carefully.
As if lifting you too quickly might hurt you.
As if you could still feel it.
Your head fell against his chest when he stood.
Your blood soaked through his uniform, warm and thick. But your skinâ
Fleet soldiers parted immediately. No one dared touch him. No one dared stop him.
The laboratoryâmoments ago a battlefield of shadows and gunfireâfelt like a mausoleum now.
Your blood marked his path across the tile.
He didnât notice.
Or he didnât care.
âColonel,â an officer tried carefully behind him, âmedical transport is ready. We can stabilizeââ
âSheâs not going back into one of their rooms,â Caleb said quietly.
The words were calm.
Too calm.
Gideon caught up beside him, lowering his voice. âCaleb, let the doctorsââ
âSheâs done with data and charts,â Caleb replied, jaw tightening. âDone with machines. She should rest somewhere clean.â
The doors opened automatically as he approached.
Cold corridor lights stretched ahead.
He carried you through Everâs headquarters like a procession of one.
Your hair brushed his jaw as you shifted slightly with each step.
For a secondâjust a secondâhe closed his eyes and inhaled.
Trying to memorize.
Trying to anchor something that was already slipping beyond reach.
Outside, night air hit his face.
Cool.
Almost gentle.
The city skyline blinked in the distanceâtraffic moving, lights glowing, life continuing.
How dare it continue.
He walked past the armored vehicles.
Past the secured prisoners.
Past Nox being dragged, restrained and bleeding, into a black transport van.
Nox tried to speak through his damaged throat. Tried to form something venomous.
Caleb didnât look at him.
He reached one of Fleetâs quieter transports.
Not tactical.
Personal.
He stepped inside and sat down, keeping you in his arms. Your head rested in the crook of his shoulder. One hand cradled the back of your skull like something breakable.
Gideon stood at the open door.
âCalebâŠâ
âIâm taking her home,â Caleb said.
Home.
The word sounded fragile.
The transport lifted.
The city fell beneath them.
Inside, it was silent except for the low hum of the engines.
He brushed the blood from your cheek with trembling fingers.
âYou said you were tired,â he murmured, voice barely audible. âIâll take you home. Our home.â
His thumb traced the line of your jaw.
His throat tightened.
âYou hated the white walls.â
A broken breath escaped himâalmost a laugh.
He stopped speaking because if he continued, he wasnât sure he would survive the sound of it.
They reached his private residenceânot the penthouse. A smaller place. Quieter. Untouched by briefings and war maps.
He carried you inside.
Through dimly lit halls.
Into his bedroom.
He laid you gently on the bed. Adjusted the pillow beneath your head. Smoothed your hair back from your face.
Your skin was pale.
Your lips slightly parted.
Still.
He sat beside you and took your hand again.
Cold.
He pressed it between both of his hands, trying to warm it.
âThis was going to be our new home,â he said after a long silence. âA new place to start. When the sky is clearer, you can see the aurora.â
His eyes burned.
âYou wouldâve complained about the cold.â
His voice wavered.
âAnd then pretended you werenât cold.â
A tear slid down his cheek and dropped onto the blanket.
He didnât wipe it away.
âYou thanked me,â he whispered. âFor finding you.â
His jaw clenched painfully.
âYou were the one who found me.â
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Gideon stood in the doorway and did not enter.
He had seen Caleb under artillery fire.
He had seen him bleeding and still issuing orders.
He had never seen him break.
Caleb leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.
His breathing faltered.
âI couldnât keep my promise.â
His shoulders shook once.
Minutes passed.
Or hours.
Time had no shape anymore.
Eventually, Caleb straightened.
Slowly.
Carefully.
The tears stopped.
Not because the pain lessened.
But because something colder began to seal over it.
He brushed your hair back one last time.
He stood and walked to the door.
Gideon met his eyesâand almost stepped back.
Because they werenât broken.
They were empty.
âSecure Nox,â Caleb said calmly. âBlack-site containment. No oversight. No external record.â
âCalebââ Gideon began carefully.
âI want every Ever research file seized. Every Core affiliate was detained. Effective immediately, the Fleet assumes emergency global Core authority.â
âThat requires the headâs approval,â someone said over comms.
Calebâs voice didnât rise.
âI am the colonel. You follow orders.â
Silence.
No one argued again.
Outside, the Fleet mobilized within the hour.
Ever facilities were raided.
Core registries were centralized.
Independent controllers were detained âfor security.â
Under Calebâs command, Fleet stopped being protective.
It became absolute.
The next morning, he stood at the central command table.
Impeccable posture.
Voice steady.
Eyes hollow.
He gave orders with surgical clarity.
And never once said your name.
But when the room emptiedâ
Gideon saw him pause.
Just once.
His hand resting briefly over the inside pocket of his coatâ
Where a small, bloodstained thread from your sleeve had been folded carefully and kept.
Caleb Xia did not rage.
He did not scream.
He did not collapse again.
He became colder.
More precise.
More absolute.
Because loving you had shown him the world.
And losing you had shown him exactly how merciless it needed to become.
The balcony doors were open.
Cold night air moved the curtains slightly, whispering through the dim room.
Caleb stood at the edge of the terrace, hands resting against the railing. The city stretched beneath himâquiet at this hour, lights dimmed, traffic thin. Above, the sky was unusually clear.
Stars.
He hadnât looked at them in weeks.
Not since that night.
Not since he carried you home.
Gideon didnât speak immediately. He stopped a few paces away, watching Calebâs back.
Even from behind, he could see it.
The rigidity.
The exhaustion carved into posture alone.
âYouâve been here for hours,â Gideon said quietly.
Caleb didnât turn.
âReports are done,â Gideon continued. âCouncil compliance is complete. Fleet is running without incident.â
Silence.
Then Caleb spoke.
âIf I donât keep myself busyâŠâ His voice was steady at first. âThen thereâs nothing between me and it.â
Gideon knew what it was.
The quiet.
The memory.
The weight of that room.
Calebâs fingers tightened slightly around the railing.
âWhen I close my eyes,â he said, still looking upward, âI can feel her hand slipping.â
His throat tightened on the word slipping.
âAs if gravity decided she belonged to it more than she belonged to me.â
Gideon stepped closer. âCalebââ
âI calculated every scenario,â Caleb continued, voice low. âEvery breach possibility. Every defensive gap. I predicted Noxâs fallback routes. I predicted the Core cascade.â
A pause.
âI didnât predict that I would be too late.â
The wind shifted.
Calebâs gaze moved across the sky, searching.
âShe wanted to see the aurora,â he said quietly. âSaid sheâd never seen colors that moved.â
âI was the most powerful man in that building,â Caleb interrupted softly. âEvery soldier moved when I spoke. Every system answered to me.â
His voice dropped to almost nothing.
âAnd I couldnât make her breathe.â
That was the first crack.
Gideon had seen Caleb furious.
He had seen him ruthless.
He had never seen him defeated.
Calebâs shoulders shiftedâjust slightlyâas if the weight heâd been holding upright was finally pressing down.
âI reorganized the global Core command in forty-eight hours,â Caleb continued. âDismantled Everâs entire chain of influence in a week. Established oversight across twelve nations.â
A humorless breath left him.
He looked up again.
âBut none of it changes that the bed is empty.â
The words lingered in the cold air.
Gideon stepped beside him now, not touching, just present.
âYouâre running on nothing,â Gideon said carefully. âYou havenât slept.â
âIf I sleep,â Caleb replied, âI dream.â
He swallowed.
âAnd in the dream, sheâs still bleeding.â
Silence pressed in.
The stars above flickered faintly.
âShe thanked me,â Caleb whispered. âFor showing her the world.â
His hand lifted slightly, as if remembering the shape of your face.
âShe said I made her feel human.â
His breathing faltered.
âAnd I let them turn her into a weapon.â
Gideonâs voice softened. âYou didnâtââ
âI brought her into this war,â Caleb said, finally turning his head slightly. His eyes were red, but dry. âI told myself I was protecting her. That proximity meant safety.â
A long pause.
âIt meant proximity to danger.â
The city below was quiet.
Too quiet.
And thenâ
For the first time since that nightâ
His composure failed without warning.
A tear slipped down his face.
He didnât wipe it away.
Another followed.
Slow.
Uncontrolled.
âI donât know what to do with the hours anymore,â he admitted, voice raw now. âThey just⊠exist.â
He laughed weakly through a broken breath.
âI keep thinking I hear her in the hallway.â
The confession hung fragile between them.
Gideonâs voice was barely audible. âYou loved her.â
Caleb closed his eyes.
âYes.â
It wasnât a declaration.
It was an acknowledgment of damage.
His voice cracked completely.
âI was going to give her a life where she didnât belong to anyone.â
The wind moved around them.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
After a long moment, Caleb straightened slowly.
The tears still fellâbut his spine realigned, rigid as ever.
âI built a world that runs on control,â he said quietly. âAnd the one person I wanted to protect⊠slipped through it.â
Gideon placed a hand on his shoulder.
This time, Caleb didnât shrug it off.
They stood there under the stars.
Under the sky you had wanted to see more of.
Minutes passed.
The tears slowed.
Not because the grief endedâ
But because it settled deeper.
Caleb looked up one last time.
âIf thereâs anything beyond this,â he murmured softly into the night, âI hope youâre somewhere warm.â
His voice barely carried.
âAnd I hope youâre finally free.â
The wind answered with nothing.
The stars remained distant.
Cold.
Unreachable.
âI⊠I love you⊠more than anything. And nothing can ever change that,â Caleb barely whispered.
âI never had enough courage to tell you.â He dropped his head.
Caleb stood there long after Gideon left.
Alone beneath the sky you never got to see enough of.
And for the first time since you slipped from his armsâ
In trembling arms, Zayne cradled his daughterânewborn, fragile and impossibly small. Her cries louder than the long, drawn out BEEEEEEEEEEP of the heart monitor in the OR, each wail a tiny knife twisting in his chest. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he did the only thing a father could do when facing the helplessness of his own inadequacy: he walked away, clutching her close, and whispered the words that would become her truth.
"I love you, my Jasmine."
The crying stopped immediately. Not because he had solved anything, but because she had heard him. Recognized him. Known she was safe.
Now, more than two decades later, that same girl stood before him in a white wedding dress. Every detail carefully selected, from the lace trim to the length of the veil. She looked exactly like her mother did at her own wedding, and the sight of it made his chest ache.
Her hands trembled as she clutched her bouquet, and tearsâdifferent tearsâstreamed down her cheeks. Not the angry, desperate cries of a baby with her tiny fists clenched, but the silent tears of a daughter who had finally become a woman.
Zayne's breath caught in his throat as he took her face between his palms, his hands gentle against her skin. His voice, usually so controlled and measured, cracked with emotion.
"I love you, my Jasmine."
This time the crying stopped and transformed into laughterâpure, crystalline, joyful.
When the ceremony concluded and the newlyweds kissed, Zayne watched his daughter turn, her eyes immediately seeking him. That same look. The one she had given him countless times when she'd perform on stage, when she'd achieve something, when she'd simply wanted to share a moment with her father. That smile. Her mother's smile, one she had only seen on photographs but carried on her face like a precious heirloom.
In that moment, Zayne felt his heart expand beyond its capacity, this cardiac surgeon who dealt with hearts every day, who had mapped and mended and saved countless lives, found his own unable to contain the overwhelming love coursing through him.
His only hope was that she would find the same joy in growing old with her husband as he had found in watching her grow.
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How do the LADS men react when they catch you reading smut. đ«Ł Part 4
I present to you brat tamer Zayne, enjoy!!
TW: Smut
Part 1 (Xavier)
Part 2 (Caleb)
Part 3 (Sylus)
Part 5 (Rafayel)
You step into the cozy restaurant, the warmth of the interior a stark contrast to the biting winter chill outside. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, making your mouth water. You spot Zayne already seated at your usual table by the window, he looks up as you approach, hazel green eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.
"Sorry I'm late," you apologize, sliding into the seat across from him.
"It's fine, I already ordered the usual is that ok?"
You nod, smiling warmly at Zayne as you take off your coat and drape it over the back of the chair. "That's perfect, thank you."
"How's work? I'm glad we could squeeze in this lunch date today, I've really missed seeing your face these past couple of days, Zayne." You offer him a playful smile, your cheeks flushing slightly as your eyes meet his intense gaze.
You listen intently as Zayne speaks, noticing the slight furrow in his brow and the weariness in his voice. "Busy" doesn't even begin to cover it, you think to yourself. He's been running himself ragged at the hospital, pouring every ounce of his brilliant mind and skilled hands into saving lives. It's what he does, what he lives for - but it also means long hours, missed meals, and precious little sleep.
As the waiter arrives with your shared meal, you dive in enthusiastically, savoring each bite. About halfway through, Zayne's phone begins to buzz on the tabletop. He glances down at the screen, his brow furrowing with apology as he meets your gaze.
"I'm so sorry love, but I need to take this call. It's one of the surgeons from the cardiac ward." He stands up, already moving towards the entrance of the restaurant. "I'll just be a moment." Over his shoulder he tosses a reassuring smile your way before stepping outside, the door swinging shut behind him.
You quickly finish the rest of your meal, knowing that your stolen moment with Zayne is fast slipping away. As you set down your utensils with a soft clink, the restaurant door swings open, ushering in a gust of cold air and Zayne's tall frame.
He strides over to you, his expression a mix of apology and urgency. "I'm so sorry about that. A patient's condition took a turn and I need to get back to the hospital immediately." He reaches for his coat, already shrugging it on as he speaks. "I'll give you a ride back to the Deepspace HQ, if that works for you. I know it's not ideal, but..." He trails off, hazel eyes filled with regret as they meet yours.
You feel a flicker of annoyance spark through you at the interruption, your voice reflecting a hint of that irritation as you respond. "Fine, Zayne. A ride back is fine." You start gathering your belongings and you slip your arms back into your coat with a sigh.
"I understand your work is important, but..." You pause, meeting his gaze with a pointed look. "I thought we could have a bit more time together today. Just the two of us." The words come out with a slight edge, betraying your disappointment at the cut-short lunch date. Still, you know better than anyone the gravity of his responsibilities at the hospital.
Swallowing your frustration, you offer him a small smile. "But of course, your patients need you. Let's get going." With that, you stand up, ready to follow him out to the car.
As Zayne starts the car, the engine purring to life beneath you, you settle into the passenger seat and fasten your seatbelt with a soft click, the interior is warm and cozy. You turn to face him, ready to strike up a conversation, eager to catch up on the lost time. But before you can utter a word, his phone begins to ring once more, the shrill tone piercing the relative quiet of the car.
You let out a sigh, feeling your shoulders slump slightly as you lean back against the leather seat. Zayne glances over at you apologetically, one hand gripping the steering wheel.
It's been too long since you've had Zayne to yourself, too many nights spent aching for his touch, for the feeling of his skin against yours. The phone rings again, a second time, the sound grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. You know his work is vital, lives literally depend on his brilliance and skill, but damn it, don't you deserve some of his time too? Don't you need him just as desperately?
As Zayne answers his phone, you hear the concern in his voice, the urgency in his tone. You know instantly that this call is going to take longer than the short ride back to HQ, and that your chance to catch up, to steal a few intimate moments, is slipping away once more. With a sigh, you reach into your bag and pull out your headphones, you take your phone from your pocket, tapping the audiobook app open with your thumb. You click on a novel you bought recently, a romance story that had drawn you in from the very first chapter, a tale of love and passion that you had been eager to lose yourself in. You tap the play button, the soothing voice of the narrator filling your ears as you settle back into the leather seat, letting the story unfold around you.
Suddenly, you remember the part where you left off, the male and female leads, both strong willed and passionate, had been locked in a heated argument. Their voices, filled with frustration and unspoken emotions.
You listen intently, feeling the intensity of their disagreement, the way their words cut through the air like a knife. But as quickly as it began, the tone shifts. The anger in their voices softens, replaced by a charged silence that hangs heavy with unspoken desires. You hold your breath, feeling the tension building between them.
Suddenly, in a moment that catches you off guard, their fight turns into something else entirely. The passion behind their words transforms, morphing into a raw hunger that you can feel through the speakers. Their argument turns into a battle of a different sort, a war of touch, taste and need.
You sit up straighter in your seat, your heart starting to race as the scene unfolds in your headphones. The male lead's dominant actions send a shiver down your spine, his forceful yet tender touches painting a vivid picture in your mind. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you listen to the female protagonist's breathy gasps and needy whimpers, her body responding to his skilled ministrations.
A sudden ache throbs between your thighs, a longing that you didn't even realize you had been suppressing. The way he takes control, commanding her body and mind, ignites something deep within you. His dominance, his raw masculinity, the way he makes her his... it's everything you've been craving without even realizing it. Your fingers clutch at the hem of your shirt, your knuckles turning white as you grip the fabric tightly. The car feels hotter now, the air thick with a tension that mirrors the scene playing out in your imagination.
You feel Zayne's fingers tap gently on your arm, the sensation jolting you out of the heated scene unfolding in your mind. Startled, you jump slightly, your heart pounding in your chest as you turn to face him. With a slightly trembling hand, you remove one of your headphones, allowing his voice to filter through the lingering echoes of the audiobook.
"We've arrived" Zayne says, his deep voice cutting through the haze of your lustful thoughts. You blink up at him, realizing that in your distraction, you hadn't even noticed the car coming to a stop outside the towering building that houses your workplace.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were already here," you murmur, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.
"Thank you for the ride," you say reaching for the door handle. As you step out of the car, the chilly winter air hits your flushed skin and you pull your coat tighter around you.
Before you close the passenger door you hear him call your name again. "Y/N, wait," he calls out, his deep voice reaching your ears as he mutes his phone call "Don't forget, you have an appointment scheduled with me today for your monthly check-up."
You nod, a soft smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I know, I haven't forgotten. I'll be there, Dr. Zayne," you roll your eyes at him as you close the door. The way his title slips from your tongue feels strangely intimate.
You slip your headphone back into your ear, eager to catch the last few minutes of the heated scene unfolding in your audiobook. The narrator's deep, soothing voice fills your ear once more as you turn to walk towards the headquarters building. You have about twenty minutes left of your lunch break, and you're determined to make the most of that time
As you walk, you reach into your coat pocket to retrieve your phone, intending to rewind the last few minutes of the audiobook that you had missed. However, as your fingers search the depths of your coat, a sense of unease begins to creep in. Your phone, usually nestled securely in your pocket, is nowhere to be found. You pause on the sidewalk, patting at your other pockets, a growing sense of panic rising in your chest.
Suddenly, the narrator's voice falls silent in your ears, the audiobook coming to an abrupt end as your headphone loses its connection to your misplaced device. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, in your distracted state, in the haze of lust and longing that the audiobook had induced, you must have left your phone behind in Zayne's car.
Later that day, you find yourself sitting in the modern waiting room outside Zayne's office, your knee bouncing nervously as you await your monthly check-up. The white walls and the faint scent of disinfectant do little to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You can't shake the feeling of embarrassment that has been lingering since you realized your phone, and with it, your audiobook, were left behind in Zayne's car.
As you sit there, your mind wanders back to the heated scene you'd been listening to, the male lead's dominant actions and the female protagonist's responses echoing in your thoughts. You had been so engrossed, so lost in the intimate moment, that you can't help but cringe at the idea of Zayne potentially overhearing even a snippet of it. The thought of him knowing what you had been craving, the desires that had been stirring within you, makes your cheeks flush a deep shade of red.
You try to push the thoughts away, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. The door to Zayne's office swings open, revealing his tall, broad shouldered frame. He's changed out of the dress shirt and tie he had on earlier, now wearing a crisp white lab coat that accentuates his professional demeanor. His hazel eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you swear you see a flicker of something in their depths but it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cool, collected gaze of your doctor.
You rise from the chair, your legs feeling a bit unsteady as you walk towards Zayne's office. As you brush past him, you feel the heat of his body, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air between you. It's enough to make your heart race and your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red.
The room feels both intimidating and comforting, a testament to his brilliance and dedication to his craft. You perch yourself on the edge of the exam table, smoothing your skirt over your thighs as you try to calm the nervous energy coursing through you.
Zayne closes the door behind him, the click of the latch sounds like a gunshot in the otherwise silent room. You watch as he approaches, his movements efficient and focused as always. A glimmer of hope sparks within you at the realization that perhaps he hadn't overheard the explicit scene from your audiobook after all. Some phones are known to stop playing media once disconnected from headphones, aren't they? Maybe, just maybe, yours was one of those right?
"Alright, let's begin love, we only have 15 minutes" Zayne says, his voice low and smooth as he reaches for his stethoscope. He listens intently to your heartbeat The cool metal of the stethoscope sends a shiver through you, making you all too aware of the intimate proximity of his body to yours.
Zayne's brow furrows as he listens to your heartbeat, his eyes flicking up to meet yours with a questioning gaze. He removes the stethoscope from your chest, letting it rest around his neck as he reaches for your wrist, his long fingers finding your pulse point with practiced ease.
"Your heart rate is elevated," he notes. His thumb brushes over your skin, the sensation sending a small jlt of electricity through you. "Did you run here?
You shake your head as he places the stethoscope against your chest once more, urging you to take a deep breath. As you inhale, your lungs expand, your ribcage rising gently. But as you exhale, you feel your breath catch, the air leaving your lungs in a shaky, uneven stream.
Zayne's brow furrows again, a flicker of concern crossing his face. He listens intently to your breathing, his head tilted slightly as he focuses on the sound. After a long moment, he straightens up, allowing the stethoscope to rest around his neck once more.
"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice filled with a gentler concern. "Your breathing is a bit erratic. And your cheeks are flushed..." He trails off, his gaze drifting over your face, taking in the deep red hue that still paints your skin.
Before you can answer you feel Zayne's body heat radiating against you as he leans in closer, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangle in your hair. Your heart races, your breath catching in your throat as you think, for a moment, that he might close the distance between you and press his lips to yours.
"Were you in the emergency room two days ago?"
His words reach your ears, and the spell is broken. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that he's not about to kiss you at all. Instead, he's demanding an explanation for something far more serious.
"W-what?" you stammer out, your voice coming out sounding more breathless than intended. "I don't know what you're talking about, Zayne."
Zayne's eyes narrow, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly. "Don't play dumb with me, Y/N" his voice low and dangerous. "I just got off the phone with Dr. Greyson. He told me that you were in the emergency room two days ago after a run in with a pair of wanderers. Is that true?"
You roll your eyes, trying to brush off Zayne's concern with a dismissive gesture. "It was nothing serious, Zayne," you insist, your voice taking on a slightly defensive tone. "I just... I passed out, that's all. It happens sometimes after a tough hunt."
You can see the frustration flashing in his eyes, his jaw clenching slightly as he takes in your words. He's not convinced, and you can tell that your attitude has only served to anger him further.
"Nothing serious?" he repeats, his voice rising slightly. "You could have been killed. Those creatures are dangerous, and you know the risks better than anyone."
You swallow hard, feeling a flicker of guilt for not telling him sooner. But you also feel a spark of defiance, a stubbornness that rears its head in the face of his disapproval.
"I had it under control," you argue, your chin jutting out slightly as you meet his intense gaze. "I've been training for this, Zayne. I know what I'm doing." Even as you say the words, you can't help but think of the way your heart had raced, the way your vision had started to tunnel before everything went black. Had you really had it under control? Or had you been in over your head, just as Zayne seemed to think?
You blink, wondering if you imagined the hint of a smirk on his lips. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a stern, disapproving frown. You can't be sure if it was a reaction to your defiant words or if it was a fleeting moment of amusement at your stubbornness.
With a sigh, Zayne releases his grip on the back of your head and steps away. He moves to sit behind his desk, the sleek chair creaking softly as it accepts his weight.
"Come sit down, Y/N," he says, his voice still tinged with that underlying frustration.
You feel a flicker of unease as you make your way over to the chair. Settling into the seat in front of him, you smooth your skirt over your thighs, suddenly feeling self conscious under Zayne's scrutiny.
"I said, come sit down but I never said where, did I?"
"Oh," you breathe out, suddenly feeling flustered. Your gaze darts down to his thighs, where his fingers tap impatiently against the fabric of his dress pants. The gesture is both commanding and intimate.
You stand up from the chair, your heart pounding in your chest as you take a tentative step towards him. But before you can sit down on his lap, as he so blatantly implied, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar object. Your eyes widen in surprise and a flicker of panic as you recognize it as your phone.
"Were you looking for this?" Zayne asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. A wave of embarrassment crashes over you, your cheeks burning hotter than before. You can only imagine the thoughts running through Zayne's mind, the conclusions he must be drawing about your... tastes. The realization that he now knows about your secret desire for dominant men hits you like a punch to the gut.
Zayne, I..." you begin, your voice trailing off as you try to formulate a coherent response. But what can you say? How can you possibly explain the fact that you've been craving the very thing he's always held himself back from giving you?Â
"Your taste in literature is quite interesting love" The way he says "love" sends a shiver down your spine, the single syllable dripping with a raw intensity that makes your knees feel weak.
Zayne leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly beneath his shifting weight. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, he's enjoying this, enjoying the way your embarrassment and flustered state have given him the upper hand.
Zayne glances at his watch, his brow furrowing slightly as he takes in the time. "Will you look at that," he murmurs "We only have five minutes left, so I suppose there won't be a chance for you to sit... anymore." His gaze rakes over your body, his eyes lingering on your curves in a way that makes your heart race.
You reach out for your phone, your fingers brushing against Zayne's as you attempt to take it from his hand. But at the last moment, you hesitate, pulling your hand back as if burned. The sudden movement causes the phone to slip from Zayne's grasp, tumbling down to land softly on the plush carpet at your feet.
Without a word, you sink down to your knees, the soft fibers of the carpet cushioning your legs. You lean forward, your hair falling over your shoulder as you reach for your phone. As your hand closes around the device, you pause, your gaze drifting up to meet Zayne's.
He's watching you intently, his eyes dark and unreadable. You can't help but smirk up at him, your lips curving into a playful grin, phone clutched in your hand.
His eyes widen in surprise as your hand suddenly drops the phone again and reaches for his belt. Before he can react or push your hands away, the ring of his office phone pierces the air, startling you both.
Seizing the brief distraction, you waste no time in your actions. Your fingers unbuckle his belt, the leather strap slipping free with a soft clink. Zayne's breath hitches, his body stiffening slightly as your hands move lower, grasping his zipper. With a slow tug, you lower his zipper, the metal teeth parting company with a soft hiss.
Zayne's eyes, which had been flicking towards the ringing phone, snap back to you as he realizes your intentions. His gaze is intense, blazing with a mix of shock, desire, and restrained hunger. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but the words die on his lips as you reach inside his boxers and wrap your hand around his hardening length.
His cock is hot and heavy in your palm, already stiffening and swelling from your touch. You can feel the weight of it, the thick vein running along the underside, the velvety soft skin that sheathes the rock hard flesh beneath. A thrill of power surges through you as you realize the effect you have on him, the way his body responds to your touch despite his attempts to maintain control.
Zayne's jaw clenches, his eyes never leaving yours as he struggles to regain his composure. The phone continues to ring, its shrill cry growing more insistent, demanding his attention. But in this moment, his gaze is solely focused on you, his body trembling slightly as you stroke his now fully erect cock.
You freeze as a knock sounds on the door, the sharp rap of knuckles against wood jolting you like a shock of electricity. Acting on pure instinct, you quickly duck down, hiding yourself beneath Zayne's desk just as the door begins to open. The plush carpet brushes against your skin as you crouch there, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
You barely have a moment to catch your breath before Zayne is pushing his chair forward, the wheels rolling smoothly across the carpet. The sudden movement catches you off guard, and before you can react, his chair is pressed flush against the desk, leaving you with no room, to hide his now fully exposed and throbbing erection.
You can hear the creak of the door hinges as it swings open, the sound of footsteps entering the room. Zayne clears his throat, his voice slightly hoarse as he greets his visitor.
"Yes, Yvonne, what is it?"
You can hear the faint rustle of fabric as Yvonne moves closer to the desk. "Dr. Zayne, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to let you know that your next patient, Mrs. Hartley, called to cancel her appointment for this afternoon. And I've just checked the schedule, you don't have any more appointments booked for today."
As Yvonne speaks, you find yourself face to face with Zayne's throbbing erection, the swollen head mere inches from your lips. The musky, masculine scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, making your head spin with desire. Unable to resist the temptation, you lean forward slightly, your parted lips brushing against the sensitive flesh.
Zayne inhales sharply through his teeth, his body tensing above you as your mouth envelops the head of his cock. His hand grips the armrest of his chair, knuckles turning white as he fights to maintain his composure.
"Is that all, Yvonne?" Zayne asks, his voice strained as he tries to keep it level. The effort it takes for him to maintain his professional demeanor is clear in the tightness of his jaw, the slight waver in his tone.
You can only imagine the show of willpower it must take for him to keep himself from reacting, from giving away the secret that you're hidden beneath his desk, your lips wrapped around his cock. The risk of getting caught only adds to the thrill, the forbidden nature of your actions sending a fresh surge of heat rushing through your veins.
"Well I have your schedule for tomorrow, do you want to go over it or should I just email it to you?"
"Just... just email it to me" he manages to grit out, his voice tighter than before. The sensation of your tongue dragging along the sensitive underside of his cock is making it increasingly difficult for him to think straight, let alone carry on a coherent conversation.
Yvonne hesitates for a moment. "Alright, I'll send it over shortly then. Is there anything else you need before I go, Dr. Zayne?"
As Zayne opens his mouth to respond, you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his cock and take him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the thick head. A shudder runs through Zayne's body, his fingers tightening their grip on the armrest as he bites back a groan that threatens to spill from his lips.
"N-no, that's all for now," Zayne manages to say, his words coming out slightly clipped and strained. "I'll... I'll look it over when I get your email."
You feel Zayne's hand move to your hair, his fingers gripping the strands tightly the slight pain of his grip only adding to the pleasure of having him in your mouth.
Yvonne's footsteps pause, and you hear her ask, "Did Y/N leave already? I didn't see her leave earlier."
For a moment, there's a beat of heavy silence, the only sound being the pounding of your own heart in your ears. Then, Zayne's voice cuts through the air, strained and tight.
"She's... she's currently in the bathroom," he manages to say, his words coming out in a slightly husky murmur. The lie rolls off his tongue, but you can feel the effort it takes for him to maintain control.
Yvonne hesitates for a moment, and you can almost picture her brow furrowing in slight confusion. "Oh, I see," she says, not sounding entirely convinced. "Well, I'll just... I'll be heading out then. Have a good rest of your evening, Dr. Zayne."
As Yvonne turns to leave, you hear her call out, her voice louder than necessary, " Tell her I said goodbye, would you? I'll see you tomorrow."
The moment Yvonne is gone, Zayne's grip on your hair tightens, his hips rocking forward slightly as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth. His deep, powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure radiating through his body, but also push you to your limits. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his thick length, your throat constricting around him.
A particularly forceful thrust causes you to gag, a spurt of saliva escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down the side. The sound of your choking and the feeling of your convulsing throat around him almost send Zayne over the edge.
With a sharp intake of breath, he pulls you off his throbbing cock. You gasp for air as your mouth is freed, tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving with ragged breaths.
Without a word, he uses his grip on your hair to gently pull you up and onto his desk, the smooth wood cool against your skin. You sit there for a moment, catching your breath and wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand.
Before you can regain your bearings, Zayne leans down and grabs your ankles, his strong fingers curling around the delicate bones. With a swift movement, he places your feet on the edge of his desk, the heels of your boots digging into the polished wood. The action causes your legs to spread, your skirt riding up to reveal your panties.
Zayne leans in, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. "Tell me, love," he whispers, "Do you think Yvonne is stupid? Huh? Why do you have to be such a fucking brat?" The word 'brat' comes out as a growl, a sound that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. At the same time, his hand finds its way back to the hair at the nape of your neck, gripping the strands tightly and using them to angle your head, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
Before you can formulate and answer, Zayne sits back down in his chair, releasing your hair only to use both of his strong hands to push your legs even wider apart. The movement is forceful, almost rough, the desk creaking slightly beneath the sudden shift.
Not wanting to waste any more time , he hooks his fingers into the delicate fabric of your panties and tugs them roughly to the side. The cool air of the office kisses your newly exposed flesh, making you shiver. But you barely have a moment to register the sensation before his mouth is on you, his tongue delving between your folds with a hunger that takes your breath away.
"Ah!" you gasp, your back arching at the sudden, intense pleasure. He doesn't hesitate, he licks and sucks at your most sensitive places with a single minded focus, his tongue circling your clit and dipping inside your cunt.
His knowledge of your body is intimate and extensive, allowing him to play you like an instrument. His tongue dances over your most sensitive spots with practiced ease, the slick muscle circling and flickering against your clit. He can feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading tongue as he drives you towards ecstasy.
And just as your climax begins to crash over you, your vision blurring at the edges and your toes curling in your boots, Zayne suddenly pulls away. Your hips buck up off the desk, seeking more of that delicious friction, but Zayne holds your thighs firmly in place, denying you the release your body cries out for.
"No," you whimper, frustration and desperation coloring your voice. "Please, Zayne, I... I need..." But the words die on your lips when you feel his palm crack against your sensitive flesh. You gasp, your hips jerking up off the desk at the sudden contact, your eyes flying wide open in surprise.
Didn't you hear what Yvonne said?" His grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging into your soft skin with a possessive force. "We have all night, love. And brats like you don't get to cum fast... and certainly not when they want to."
With a deliberate, almost teasing slowness, he unzips your boots and slips them off your feet, letting them drop to the floor with a soft thud.
"Lift your hips for me, Y/N," Zayne commands. "I need to remove your skirt and panties. Now." His gaze is intense, his eyes burning into yours with an unspoken demand for obedience.
You quickly obey, lifting your hips off the desk as instructed. Zayne makes short work of your skirt and soaked panties, roughly tugging them down your legs and off, leaving you bare and exposed.
As you start to reach for the hem of your shirt, intending to remove it as well, Zayne's hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His grip is firm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist like a manacle.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast," his voice a warning growl. "If you don't listen, I'm going to have no choice but to tie those hands of yours. And trust me, you won't like the consequences of testing my patience any further."
Without warning, he leans in and starts trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along your sensitive inner thigh, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh. You feel the sharp sting of his bite, followed by the soothing caress of his tongue, leaving a trail of marks in his wake.
He works his way up, alternating between sucking and biting, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Just as you think he might finally give you what you want, he pauses, his breath hot against your core.
Then, with deliberate teasing, he spreads your pussy lips using his thumb and middle finger to expose your throbbing clit and extends the tip of his tongue to graze it, the faintest whisper of a touch.
Your hips jerk, a strangled moan escaping your lips at the teasing caress. But before you can gain any real pleasure from it, he pulls back, leaving you wanting and desperate once more. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he takes in your needy expression.
He continues his maddening tease, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit in feather light strokes. He can feel your body tensing, your thighs trembling on either side of his head as he pushes you to the brink time and time again. Each time you feel your climax building, your walls starting to flutter and clench around his tongue, he pulls back, denying you the final push you need to tumble over the edge.
As much as you try to keep your impending orgasm a secret, Zayne knows your body intimately. He can feel the subtle changes, the way your muscles tighten and your breathing hitches. And so, just as each climax is about to crash over you, Zayne pulls away once more, leaving you on the edge.
"No!" you cry out, frustration and desperation coloring your voice. "Please, I... I can't..." But your pleas fall on deaf ears as Zayne refuses to relent.
Finally his hands reach for the hem of your shirt. With rough tug, he pulls it up and off, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra quickly follows, the clasp unhooking easily under his fingers. The lacy garment falls away, baring your breasts to his hungry eyes.
He takes a moment to admire the sight of you, laid out naked and wanting before him. His eyes darken with lust as they roam over your curves, taking in every dip and swell. Leaning down, he places open mouthed kisses along the soft underside of your breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh until he reaches the hardened peak of your nipple.
"Zayne, please," you whimper, arching your back to press your breast more fully against his lips. Your plea is cut off by a sharp gasp as his teeth close around the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking against it teasingly. Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping the short strands tightly.
He pauses, his breath hot against your breast as he looks up at you with a stern, expectant gaze. "Next time you find yourself in the hospital, are you going to let me know right away? are you going to be a good girl and call me first thing, before anyone else?"
His tongue flattens against your nipple, the slick muscle dragging over the sensitive peak as he laves attention on the hardened nub. At the same time, he thrusts two long, strong fingers deep inside you, your walls instantly clenching around them.
He pumps his fingers slowly, his thumb circling your clit in teasing strokes as he suckles at your breast.
"I'll be good," you gasp out "I promise, I'll call you first thing if anything happens."Â You can feel your climax building, your walls fluttering wildly around his fingers. Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure sting at the corners of your eyes.
"Please, Zayne," you whimper, your voice breaking on his name. "Please let me cum this time. I'll be so good, I swear it. I just... I need it so badly. Please, I'm begging you..."
"Not good enough," Zayne whispers as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, leaving you empty and aching. Tears stream down your face as he denies you the release you so desperately crave.
"Zayne, please," you sob, your voice choked with emotion. "I need... I can't... Please don't do this. I'll do anything, just please let me cum. I'm begging you." Your hips buck up off the desk, seeking any friction, any pressure to alleviate the throbbing ache between your thighs.
In a blink, Zayne flips you over onto your stomach, your bare breasts pressing against the cool surface of his desk. Before you can catch your breath or process the sudden change in position, he's gripping your hips and pulling them back, forcing your ass up to meet the heavy weight of his erection.
You feel the thick, hard length of him sliding between your cheeks, the tip smearing trails of precum all the way down to your dripping entrance. Your hips twitch and buck reflexively, your body craving the feel of him inside you, filling you up in the way only he can.
You reach back to grab Zayne's hip, your fingers digging into his flesh as you try to pull him closer, desperate to feel him inside you. But before you can, he grabs both of your wrists, pinning your arms above your head and holding them down against the desk.
"If you keep being a bad girl, Y/N, how am I supposed to fuck you properly? Hmm?"
He punctuates his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the stinging pain blossoming into a warm, tingling pleasure that makes you clench around nothing. The head of his cock catches on your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what's to come.
Zayne releases your wrists only to grab them again, this time bringing them behind your back. Before you can react, you feel the cold metal of his stethoscope as he wraps the tubing around your wrists to bind your hands together, leaving you helpless and at his mercy.
"There, that should keep you from being too troublesome" His hands smooth over the curve of your ass, gripping the flesh hard enough to leave fingerprint shaped bruises in their wake.
"Now, let's see if we can find a way to make you behave," Zayne growls, his hips surging forward to bury himself to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat in one powerful thrust.
You scream in a mix of surprise and overwhelming pleasure as Zayne sheaths himself fully inside you with one hard, deep thrust. Your back arches, your tied hands fisting behind your back as you try to adjust to the sudden, intense intrusion.
Zayne lets out a groan, his voice echoing off the office walls as he hilts himself deep inside your clenching, grasping heat. "Fuck," he grunts, his hips pressing flush against your ass as he savors the feeling of your walls gripping his cock. "You feel fucking incredible."
He doesn't give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of his thick cock buried deep inside you. Instead, he grips the tubing binding your wrists and starts to move, using it as a handle to pull you back to meet his powerful thrusts. His hips smack against your ass, the stinging pain blending deliciously with the intense pleasure radiating out from where you're joined. The movement and force of Zayne's thrusts causes the items on his desk to clutter loudly, some falling to the floor with a crash, papers scatter and pens roll off the edge.
Don't worry, love," Zayne grits out through clenched teeth, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "This time, I'm not going to stop, but if...fuuuuck...if you keep clenching around me like that, I won't last long"
"Zayne, I'm gonna... I'm about to..." you stutter out, your words dissolving into a high pitched keen of pleasure as you feel your climax fast approaching. Just as you're on the brink, ready to tumble over into pure ecstasy, Zayne does the unexpected.
While one hand stays gripping your bound wrists, the other snakes around to your aching, swollen clit. But instead of the gentle rubbing or flicking you crave, Zayne pinches the sensitive nub hard between his thumb and index finger, sending a shockwave of intense sensation coursing through your body.
Zayne whispers harshly in your ear, "If you ever roll your eyes at me again like you did today, twice, your punishment will be far, far worse than a few spanks. The only time your pretty eyes should be rolling is when I'm fucking you just thrust like thrust this thurst, until you can't see straight."
To emphasize his point, he gives you a particularly brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass and forcing you to take every last inch of his cock. "Is that clear, Y/N?"
He lets go of your clit, the sudden rush of blood back to the sensitive nub sending jolts of intensified pleasure shooting through you. As your body trembles he angles his hips just right, and on his next thrust he lightly runs a finger along the side of your now swollen clit.
Your scream of ecstasy echoes off the office walls as you come, your vision going white with the force of your orgasm. "Yes, Zayne!" you cry out, your voice breaking on his name as your walls spasm and clench wildly around his cock.
As your body convulses and shakes through the most intense orgasm of your life, you hear Zayne let out a string of curses. "Fuck! Shit, Damnit! I can't...I'm cumming!"
His grip on your hips tightens to a bruising level as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your still fluttering walls. His cock pulses and throbs as he starts to unload, flooding your insides with his hot, thick seed.
You can feel each twitch and spurt of his release, his body shudders above you, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants as he rides out the waves of his own climax.
"Good girl," he whispers "you took my cock so well" He gently removes the stethoscope from your wrists, rubbing the reddened skin to ease the discomfort as he helps you up, his strong arms supporting your trembling body.
"Come on," he says softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "Let's go clean you up and then we can head home. We have to stop by the store to get a new stethoscope, and then we have to figure out a way for me to hide my embarrassment every time I have to talk to Yvonne"
You can't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all, your cheeks flushed and eyes bright with lingering pleasure.
He smirks at the memory, chuckling lowly as he helps you gather your scattered clothes.
Note: I don't know if a stethoscope is strong enough to handle that but you get the idea đ
SYNOPSIS: your husband has always been a slut; and it's painfully obvious just by the way he's rushing to put your cute little kids to bed so he can give you nasty backshots.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: first ficc howâd i do! ngl i js cut to the chase for the smut cs i cannot write allthat leading up to it for the love of me, promise i'll practice tho hope yall enjoyyy. (also if you ever reread and see stuff added no your not going crazyy loll.)
THIS AFTERNOON
you were bent over the living room coffee table trying to grab one of yuujiâs toy cars from underneath when you heard sukunaâs deep voice drift in from the kitchen.
"nah, youâre not about to finesse another juice box out of me. nice try bear'."
"pleeeease popa!"
"boy, what i just say? drink that pedialite yall made me buy."
you couldnât help but smile, listening to your son and your husband bickering like they were the same age or something; adjusting your bonnet as you stood up with an armful of toys. your moo moo was doing the most as usual, getting caught all in that voluptuous ass of yours; while you cleaned up the disaster zone that was your living room. being a mom to two young boys was no joke, and your house stayed looking like a tornado ran through it.
"baby!" sukuna called out, and something about his tone made you pause what you were doing and listen."you want me to start getting them ready for a bath ?"
"yeah, go ahead!" you yelled back, dumping blocks into their bin.
you heard little feet stampeding down the hall, and then sukuna appeared in the doorway. little yuuji and choso zoomed past him, but he just stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, straight up staring at you.
"what now?" you asked, fluffing the couch pillows, trying not to smile.
"nothin'." but he was still looking at you like that. like you werenât already on your knees on the living room floor where he lowkey wanted you. "'m just watching you work."
"mmm, how helpful." you said sarcastically, but your facial expression said differently; because you most definitely knew that look.
he crossed the room quick, and suddenly his hand was out reaching out to yours to help you up off the carpet. you took it and he was already pulling you against him. you felt the warm heat from his mouth on your earlobe with a slight scent of expensive whiskey and toothpaste making your nose twitch without even realizing.
"been waitin' all day for them to get in the bed," he murmured, his hands sliding around your waist. "y' know that?"
"ryoâŠ" your breath caught when his thumb started doing those little circles that you like on your hips.
"looking this good, taking care of everything, taking care of our boysâŠ" his voice was low and it was doing things for you, and a little something extra for another thing of yours. "if only you knew what you do to me, woman."
while your back was turned to him as his lips began to kiss your neck and jaw; making you bite your lip. almost getting distracted yourself, but had to remind yourself to lock in. you turned around in his arms and looked up at him. "the boys need their bath first."
"an hour." his forehead touched yours and his eyes were so, so intense. "give me an hour and theyâll be knocked out. then itâs just me and you."
your hands slid up his chest. "youâve really been thinking about this pussy all day, huh?"
"i mean ALL damn day, been hard since this morning sugar." he confirmed, then kissed you. slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made promises about what would happen later.
a loud BANG came from the boysâ room, followed by hysterical giggling.
"yo!" sukuna pulled back, looking exhausted already. "what are yâall doing in there?"
you giggled, pushing him gently toward the hallway. "go handle that big boy, the faster theyâre asleep the faster we can...." you trailed off with a smirk.
his WHOLE face changed, you've never seen him more expressive in your life. "shitt, say less" he kissed you one more time, hurried but intense, before heading down the hall. "aye! let's wrap this up fellas, daddy's got work to do!"
30 MINUTES LATER
about thirty minutes later, yuuji and choso came running back into the living room in their cute little spiderman pajamas their uncle gojo & geto got them; smelling like baby soap.
"mama, story timeeee!" they yelled, climbing onto the couch.
you sat between them, pulling out one of their favorite books from the ottoman in front of the couch as sukuna leaned against the doorway, watching with this soft look on his face that made your heart weak every time.
you read through the story, doing all the different voices that made them giggle and by the time you finished, both boys were yawning uncontrollably.
"alright," sukuna announced, pushing himself off the wall. "bed time for real now."
"awwe," they whined like little puppies, but they were already rubbing their eyes.
"come on, letâs go superheroes." he scooped them both up somehow, one under each arm while they squealed and shouted; demanding him to put them down. "nope, say goodnight to mommy."
"goodnight mommy we love you!"
"goodnight babies, i love y'all more!" you called after them.
sukuna looked back at you over his shoulder, eyes locked on yours with that cocky ass grin. "donât move sugar, daddy's gonna be right back." he said with a knowing grin; assuming the boys wouldnât pick up on the innuendo.
you could hear them giggling as sukuna packed them up the stairs; ready to get them settled, and before he closed their door, you could hear him reading them one more short story in his deep voice. before closing the door and hearing only his footsteps coming back down the stairs.
he appeared in the doorway and the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.
"they sleep?" you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
"out like a light." he walked toward you slowly. "which meansâŠ" he reached down, pulling you up off the couch and into his arms. "your sexy ass is mine."
your hands slid up his chest one again. "took you long enough." you said playfully; tracing his tattoos along his arms.
âyeah?â his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. "was it worth the wait?"
you looked up at him through your lashes. "guess we about to find out, hmm?"
and with that, he swept you up and carried you toward the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
IN THE BEDROOM
"'s-shitt right there baby, 'mmm right thereee!"
you screamed in the silky pillows as sukuna had your hands locked tightly behind your back; wrist to wrist with just one of his huge hands holding them together to ensure you weren't going anywhere as he knocked the wind out of you with over and over again with every sharp thrust he put on you.
"ohhh, you feelinâ me in there, hmm honey?" he mocked out of breath as he trailed his free hand down your spine, pushing it in to deepen your arch.
you were going at it for hours up until this point, you didn't even know what time it was, couldn't remember how many or what positions you'd been in before this, all you knew at the moment was that your husband was making you feel so good right now and the last thing you could think about was stopping.
you spread your legs open even more and started to bounce back on his pelvis; which earned you a low whistle. he took the invitation to grab your pretty pink lacey thong that was slid to the side and bunch it up in his fist, pulling you back even harder with it to keep up with you.
"mmhm that's what i like to see mama, goood girll." he praised.
your legs were spasming and quivering beneath his; struggling to keep your legs spread out of sheer weakness and absolutely no lower body strength. you didn't even have the energy to push yourself back on him anymore. your head is thrown back in estacy, desperately trying to catch your breath, get some air; something.
you're damn near on life support because of his dick; and he's far more occupied with carefully observing how your pussy is sucking him in like a snake swallows its prey.
he snaps out of it after hearing how your whines are getting needier and the way you're clinching onto and releasing from him, practically pushing him out just from how slippery you were.
"shitttt cmon now, d-don't pass out on me babyy, i gotta make sure you cum."
"mmm can't take ittt, waitt pleaseee."
he chuckles to himself; you say the same thing everytime you fuck, but he's very aware that when he stops you whine, groan and plead sorries; resulting in you desperately wiggling around too get some kind of skin to skin again.
he's stretching you out so good, you can barely manage out anymore words after that. he's got you drooling at the chin and its running all down your tank top; tch, what a mess!
"yes you can baby, just breathe. 'cus i know you jusâ wanna cum."
it could be hormones, ovulation, or simply all the sweet praises that he's groaning in your ear that has that recognizable feeling in your stomach bubbling up and ready to pop.
"fuckkkk, ryoo mm g'na come!"
you're gasping erratically, head knocked back, as your orgasm creeps up on you fast, mean, and hot in your tummy.
"yes maâam, i hear you. where you wanâ it?" he hurries out; trying to distract himself from cumming before getting a clear response from you.
"insideee, pleasee cum in m-mee i l-love you."
sukuna grunted as he released your binded hands behind your back; only to push them up above your head to intertwine his fingers with yours. his body was so close to yours now; his raw tongue licked up and down your nape, further proving how filthy he truly was, as he allowed his tummy tongue to lick your asscrack.
you jolted in shock at the wet muscle in a crevice you definitely didnât expect it to be; not wanting to accept the fact your body was betraying you and getting more aroused because of it.
sukuna slowed his pace; giving you deep thrusts, wanting to ensure that you felt every vein decorating his dick was memorable before he came deep in your tummy with a deep groan. afterwards, you could feel his hot breath grazing your backside as he tried to regain his sanity, he mightâve even been a little embarrassed facing the realization his tummy mouth got a little⊠carried away.
he gently rolls you over; caging you in between his sweaty body and yours; kissing you feverishly on your lips, cheeks and chin, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside like he wasnât just fucking you stupid five minutes ago.
"god, i love you too mama, more than anything."
you smiled, gently kissing him back on the lips; arms wrapped around his neck while you lay on your back, still catching your breath. your fingers moved on instinct, softly raking through his undercut, nails tracing slow, soothing paths that made his shoulders finally relax.
sukuna groaned and let himself collapse on top of you; full weight, no mercy.
"shit!" you wheezed, then laughed. "whew baby, you been bulking? 'cus i canât breathe."
he huffed against your neck like he heard you but didnât care, arms bracketing your head as he settled in deeper just to be annoying.
"mm, youâll live." he muttered, voice lazy, breath warm.
you rolled your eyes but couldnât fight the smile tugging at your lips. "yo' ass just a big baby sometimes."
"and yet," he murmured, lips brushing your temple, "youâre still here."
"yeah, well," you shifted under him, trying to wiggle free, "wonât be for long if you donât move. iâm seeing spots."
sukuna huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh, finally rolling off you but not before dragging you with him. you landed half on his chest, tangled up in limbs and sheets, his arm locked around your waist like he had no intention of letting go.
"better?"
"much." you said, settling against him, cheek pressed to his chest. you could hear his heartbeat; steady and grounding. your fingers traced idle patterns over his ribs, following the lines of ink that wrapped around his torso.
he caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and bringing them up to rest near his collarbone. "you good?"
"mhm." you hummed, eyes already half-closed. "you?"
"yeah." his thumb brushed over your knuckles. "iâm good."
the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didnât need filling. just the two of you, breathing in sync, the world outside forgotten just for tonight.
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