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✎ᝰ A/N
hello, a little about me:
my name is melody and i am an xavier lover for life. i don’t play about him fr.
i write exclusively in lowercase and, for the moment, only really write for LADS. although, i am not against writing for any other fandom. if you wish for me to write for something not LADS related, please send in a request.
i'm a student and therefore, have a hectic writing and uploading schedule. might post three times in a day, might go a month. it all depends. if there's ever any questions/concerns/comments, dm me any time!
✎ᝰ summary: residential student doctor zayne practices drawing blood on you.
✎ᝰ a/n: i'm proud of this one.
“i know you’re nervous,” he says to acknowledge the tremble in your body, “but i’ll be very gentle. even if it does hurt, be rest assured that i’ll do my best to not make it worse. are you okay?”
“yes, i’m… fine. i’m fine.”
“are you sure about that?” zayne brings down his gloved hands to hopefully appear less threatening. “you don’t have to lie to me if you’re scared.”
“i am scared, but i’m not scared that you’ll mess up or anything… just… i can’t do blood, or needles, or doctors.”
zayne raises a brow.
“no offense, this is a very, uh, essential career you’re stepping into, zayne. doctor zayne.”
he doesn’t respond verbally to your nervous blabber. instead he lets out a slow exhale and turns to the medical cart beside him to pick up a blue tourniquet. slowly, so as to not startle you, he leans forward and wraps it gently around your upper arm. he refrains from tying it just yet.
“is this alright?” he asks softly, eyes solely focusing on the band.
with a small swallow you nod. “yeah, i mean we have to get this done at some point… sorry if i’m wasting your time.”
“don’t think about it like that,” he responds, now deftly moving his fingers to tie the band around. “i’ll have to deal with a barrage of patients, many of whom will probably be just as scared as, if not more than, you are. practice; this is just practice.”
the tourniquet uncomfortably squeezes the fat of your arm and leaves the rest of it weak. zayne taps your inner elbow to encourage the thin veins from beneath to expose themselves.
you try not to watch him too closely. not for his sake, but for yours. the needle was no where near you yet; but just knowing he was playing around with your arm for the purpose of sticking a needle in you was enough for you to avert your gaze.
“hey,” he alerts your attention, “you need to breathe and relax. if your body is tense then your blood vessels will constrict, making my job harder.”
“s-sorry.”
“don’t be sorry, just take a deep breath. here.” he straightens and with a gesture, tells you to follow along with him.
his shoulders rise as he takes a long and deep breath, then fall as he lets that breath go. keeping your eyes on him, you follow along through each breath over and over again until your focus was less on your anxiety and more on him.
“there we go, you did good,” zayne murmurs with a small smile. “do you feel better?"
surprisingly, you did, but you couldn’t help but feel a little silly at what was essentially a guided meditation from him.
you nod once and offer a smile back. “yeah, actually. i do feel better. thank you, you’re good at what you do.”
he sort-of incredulously chuckles. “i would hope so, being in my second year of residency and all. but try not to undo our progress by tensing up again, okay? just keep breathing.”
he leans in once more and makes a small noise while looking at your arm. for some reason this was causing another surge of anxiety to well up.
“w-what? something wrong?” you ask, joining in on looking at your arm.
he shakes his head and glances up at you. “quite the opposite, i can see your veins much better now. it’ll be much easier to draw now. but like i said, don’t psyche yourself out, okay?” he looks back up at you and holds your gaze, looking for explicit compliance.
“okay, i’ll try really hard. no promises here though… but i’ll try.”
“that’s all i’ll need. i’m patient.”
zayne flicks at the crook of your elbow with his finger over and over again. your arm was getting numb at this point but you figured it was for the better. less pain to feel from the needle, hopefully.
“okay,” he hums, “i think i have a vein. you’re doing good so far, just keep at it.”
you nod quickly before completely twisting your head the other direction. your heart rate skyrockets at the wet swab of the alcohol on your skin. running through your head was the fear of being stabbed mixed with the fear of disappointing zayne. it wasn’t clear which one was winning.
after the swab you expected to feel a needle penetrating your skin, except, that didn’t happen. it was either that zayne was an amazing doctor that could rid you of needle pain or, the more likely scenario, there was no needle in you.
you look back cautiously and find him looking at you with an unreadable expression. well, maybe he looked a little concerned?
“zayne?” you breathe out.
he undoes the tourniquet and places it back on the medical table.
“zayne, i’m sorry, i was really trying right then. maybe you should just find another patient, i’m not doing a good job and you need these vials.”
you really didn’t like his silence. it made you feel like an embarrassment — one who, for some reason, had offered herself as a patient for his bloodwork training.
you shift back to your regular sitting position and try to follow his averting eyes. was he upset with you? you would be if the roles were reversed.
“zayne?”
he finally brings his gaze to yours and lets out a long but soft sigh. “i’m not going to let you wimp yourself out of this,” he states. “there will be many instances where you’ll have to get your blood drawn, all of which i won’t be there for to hold your hand through. so this is for your benefit, understand?”
you furrow your brows and lower your gaze in slight shame and submission. “yeah, i understand.”
“that being said,” he continues, “this is not that big of a deal. i’m not upset with you, i’m just trying to figure out how to go about this effectively. is there something different i could be doing to help calm you?”
meeting his eyes again, you give the question some thought. “i mean… i don’t know. what’re you gonna do? shake some keys in my face to distract me?”
“if it works it works.”
“i’m already humiliated, please, zayne.”
he smirks. without looking, he picks up the tourniquet again and reties it around your arm. “your vein was prominent. it was perfect to draw from right then, i was eager to finally fill a vial, but you were too scared for me to want it then. i want you to be calmer so you can attach a good memory to this.”
“what do you mean?” you ask.
“i mean i want you to remember this as a ‘i got through it better than i expected’ rather than a ‘i couldn’t wait to get it over with’. do you understand what i’m getting at here?”
he lifts your arm slightly with one hand while the other resumes the flicking onto your inner elbow. he was much more casual and fluid with his actions now, as opposed to earlier where being cautious seemed necessary.
“i understand. i honestly really appreciate how hard you’re trying here, doctor zayne,” you nervously smile. despite directly looking at his attempts to reveal your vein again, you felt a lot less nervous than earlier.
“like i said,” he hums while opening a new alcohol swab, “this is just practice. in the medical field, a patient being nervous about bloodwork or shots is most common and least concerning thing there is.”
he swabs your skin once more and looks up to you with a gentle expression, silently asking if you were okay. you nod once.
“it’s okay,” he whispers, “just close your eyes. being nervous doesn’t mean you’re not brave.”
you give him another nod, less perceptible this time as anxiety settles back into your chest. you shut your eyes and lick your lips.
“it’ll be over quick?” you ask more so to convince yourself it will.
“mhm,” he rumbles, “you have nice veins to work with. i’ve had patients whose veins were very small, very stubborn. i’d have to prick them over and over again until i was successful.”
you wince.
“but that’s not you, is it?” zayne asks by your ear. “you’re going to get through this easy, just one prick for one minute.”
you nod.
“it’s going in, will you be okay?”
you nod again.
“good, just breathe for me. you’re doing a lot better.”
you feel a sting on your arm and tense up immediately. this time, though, it was allowed, the needle was already in, constricted veins no longer a concern.
zayne clicks the first vial in and watches it slowly fill with red. then he looks at you; at your vulnerable expression and your tense body.
“i-is it going? it’s fine?”
“yeah, it’s going. the hard part is over, all you have to do it sit for a few minutes until the vials are full. do you need to hold my hand?”
“w-wh-“ you sputter, “like a child? i’m.. i’m doing fine. i’m a grown adult, i don’t need to…”
“mm, i don’t know why you get so embarrassed about these things,” he croons, “i’m not judging you. it’ll help more than you think.”
without asking you again, he takes your fisted hand from your lap and holds it in his. the warmth of his palm did more than you thought to relieve you. you find yourself squeezing it to release your built up tension.
“see? i can already tell you feel better. don’t be so stubborn.”
you croak quietly as a response.
the sting in your arm was gone, replaced by the uncomfortable sensation of the needle nestled underneath your skin.
it felt so odd, to have something underneath your skin and for you to feel it so acutely. it didn’t make sense to you how some children, the most dramatic of the bunch, were more tolerant to this than you.
time seemed to drag on. the only thing that kept track of the seconds was zayne’s breath that quietly fanned on your forehead. two seconds in, three seconds out, that’s how you counted.
the acute awareness of the needle was now rivaling the acute awareness of zayne. his hand in yours was an anchor, and soon enough, you felt yourself relax in a way you never have when getting your blood drawn.
zayne chuckles. “you’ve come a long way today, haven’t you?”
“you think?” you reply in soft but slightly strained voice.
“i can see it right here. you’ve become much calmer. you’re surprising me. i was expecting to be at this for a little while longer.”
a small shaky smile tugs on your lips. “ah, i’m just… full of surprises a-aren’t i?”
air huffs out of his nose in amusement; air you enjoyed feeling. with your eyes closed, zayne was occupying all your other senses. you could hear nothing but his steady breathing; the only thing your nose could pick up on other than the sterile room was the hot breath you periodically shared with him. your mouth had been dry since you stepped into the room, and the only sensation worth paying attention to was zayne's hand in yours.
this doctor was involving himself with your body in every way.
"almost done," he mumbles, "just this last vial. your vein is very generous with me, i appreciate it."
"uh, you're... welcome?"
maybe it was a little strange how much pride you took in that compliment. if you could call it that.
when you feel zayne's hand leave yours it was both a relief and a disappointment. he was reaching for the vial, he was going to disconnect you from the needle - you knew that, but you didn't get to see this comforting side of him often. so maybe there was a small part of you that, shockingly, wanted to continue this whole ordeal for a little while longer.
zayne takes out the full vial and then clicks the syringe out of you. with pressure, he holds a small thick square gauze down to the injury then tapes it down with medical tape.
"you're all done; you can open your eyes now. unless you want to keep them closed until you leave the office completely," he quips.
your eyes slowly open up and adjust to the fluorescent lighting in the room. "making fun of me isn't very professional of you, doctor zayne," you retort but with no heat to your voice. "thank god that's over with, i almost passed out there."
zayne picks up one of your vials and swishes it around with passive interest. "mm, but you didn't, gold star." realizing something, he looks behind him at the medical cabinets. "actually, hold on."
you watch him put your vial down and make his way over to the cabinets. he opens one up, looks around for a moment, then reaches to the back for something. he pulls out a rather small basket and then walks over to you, a genuine but cheeky smile growing on his lips.
"stickers? are you serious?"
the assortment of colourful and immature stickers were like an insult to you. an insult that zayne was reveling in and mentally patting himself on the back for.
"we give them out to all our good patients. what? you don't think you did a good job today?"
you simply stare at him in slight disbelief. he chuckles at you.
he skims through the basket before pulling one out and setting the others aside. he peels the sticker and then presses it directly below your collarbones where it stood out like a sore thumb. it was a sun where in the circle of it said: I was a brave girl today!
you look down at it and lick your lips in resignation. you were the butt of his jokes today, but you deserved it. it only took you what felt like several hours to calm down.
"your bedside manners need improving, doctor zayne," you murmur dryly.
"really? do they?" he hums. "didn't i just help you through getting your blood drawn? i bet you weren't expecting to survive that. but i'm a good doctor, so you did."
you raise a brow and hold back a small laugh so as to not fuel his amusement.
"say i'm a good doctor," zayne challenges, his smirk only growing.
"huh?"
"say i'm a good doctor," he repeats.
"w-why? you know you are, why do i have to say it?"
"because," he pokes the sticker on your chest, "i like hearing it. especially from my good patients. say it."
you look down at his finger that prods the sun on you. then, when it falls, you look up at him, his eyes cheeky but expectant.
"you're a very good doctor, zayne."
something crosses his expression, if only slightly. then he tilts his head, keeping his eyes on yours, and chuckles.
"i know."
✎ᝰ a/n: haha get it guys, sex drive, cuz he’s a robot?
❥ detach, reattach, customize that cyber dick! that’s right, caleb is an all-rounder for you, and he uses it against you! is he feeling particularly antsy one day? maybe he sees you just minding your business, doing a chore or wtvr, and there he is behind you, hands on your hips and mumbling in your ear about some “new heated technology,” he added to one of his dicks. part of his self-maintenance is refining his pleasure stick for you. he’ll make new ones! he’ll improve old ones! and as soon as he does, he finds you asap for “test runs” because, hey, science is trial and error right? come here, bend over, he swears the ribs on this thing are supposed to feel good.
❥ he loves taking videos of you. if you read the affection habits ver. you know where i’m taking this. during sex, caleb’s favourite thing (other than pleasuring you) is recording the whole thing. to elaborate more here, once he has full permission from you, he is nasty about it! you can’t see it, but he’s zooming in where you two are connected, catching every detail in hyper definition. he’ll purposely slow down just so the camera can catch every sticky string that coats your lovely pussy. he’ll catalogue these videos in his hard drive, different ones labeled different things:
“her cute tits; from the back; cumshots; she’s riding it.”
god is this his own porno catalog?! yes! but it’s only you, which makes it romantic (i guess?). sometimes he’ll ask you to say things or have you do things for the camera.
“say how much you love my cock… c’mon, no whining, say it. atta girl, you look beautiful.”
definitely in his favourites.
❥ temperature plays you. by having full and utter control of every inch of his body, including its temperature, caleb makes sure to take advantage of that in bed. he has his cock burning hot inside of you while his fingertips are ice cold and pinching your nipples. your body getting so many mixed signals makes you hazed and overwhelmed in the best way possible. and just like that, he can change it. now you feel a chill inside of you, contrasting your hot walls and making you feel every inch so much more. while now his finger tips are warm, soothing the icy burn from before. and he’ll just continue on like that.
getting head never felt more confusing and good. his tongue was wet and freezing on your clit, it almost hurt but also didn’t at all. it was right at the precipice where he could drive you insane and he knew it! sometimes to really fuck you up, he’ll have you ride him on his lap and with every bounce down, he’ll drastically change the temperature of his cock from cold to hot, cold to hot just to mess with your brain and body. you’ll cry begging for some reprieve but won’t ever stop moving.
❥ simulates you from memory. sometime his saved pictures and videos aren’t enough to satisfy him when he’s alone. nah, let’s create a whole new you! down to the T, he recreates your mannerisms and behaviors through holograms. it’s not nearly the same, but he’s insatiable and greedy. like this he can ‘talk’ to you all dirty, ask you to touch yourself since he can’t touch your virtual body, make you show off your body to him as he sits there and watches this hyper realistic form. he’s backlogged every detail about you but he still finds himself yearning for the actual thing - not just his manufactured version. very unhealthy cope!
✎ᝰ sum: unfortunate circumstances force you to be closer to your skating rival than ever before.
✎ᝰ a/n: damn it i’m unintentionally making series again. not proofread. (sylus is younger here, think early twenties.)
✎ᝰ wc: idk not too long
he never expected to be coaching his former rival, but it only went to show how life had it's strange ways.
for the better half of the decade, hailing from the same region of ice skaters, you and sylus became sport rivals from minute one of meeting.
and "meeting" was more like "observing".
good competitors can tell who the other good competitors are just by one performance. even if it's riddled with mistakes or falls, several factors like techniques, recovery time, stability, control, etc., play a role in determining one's skill level.
everyone else was insignificant.
it was only you two who mattered.
you were up first. because of all those years back during the regional tryouts, it was needless to say you were good at what you did and set the bar for the next competitors. a bar that was seemingly too high.
skater after skater, sylus watched as no one even came close to your skill level - constantly remarking how the first girl who went was clearly better than those who came after. what an embarrassment.
you knew this crowd of people. unbeknownst to everyone else, you weren't really trying that hard. ice skating was becoming a dying sport where you lived. you knew how lackluster and novice this group of skaters were. easy peasy, all you had to do was sprinkle in some nice moves and you knew you had it.
but that confidence came into question once you saw a certain white haired, tall man skating around, clearly showing off during his section of tryouts. it almost made you upset you didn't do the same. he was clearly better than the other skaters as well, but he was cocky with it, which you immediately didn't appreciate. you hoped the coaches would recognize that and write him off as too showy for the team. someone like you, more poise and humble, deserved that spot - and oh would you look at that:
both of you got into the team,
clearly there were try-hards here.
despite being on the same team for about two years, there was constant competition between sylus and you. it might've been subtle; like doing the same triple axel he did but better while in front of the coaches. or maybe a passing comment from him about your airtime and how you need a better center of gravity. what does he know?!
the novice skate team soon came to end due to lack of funding. at least for your area, it was hard to do any sports that weren't field or water related. skating wasn't that popular.
despite being your rival, sylus knew how much you adored skating. you were like him, and you wouldn't quit over some budget problems. that's why when sylus found a more elite, prestigious skating club , you were the first person he told to try out for it.
"i'm not done with you yet," he said, "i know i'm going to get in, but can you? prove it."
you both got in. deja vu?
it was harder, more demanding, and clearly more competitive. there were actual province tournaments and not just local and district competitions. here, only the best of the best was picked to compete while the others were benched. so, when sylus was the first between you two to be picked for tournaments, it infuriated you. and when you were first between the two of you to be picked for states, it infuriated sylus.
the back and forth never seemed to stop. someone was always one upping the other and it seemed like no one else mattered in this journey. no other competition was as important as the domestic one you two had. venture outside of regional lines all you want, at the end of the day, home was where an asshole like him trained at.
when sylus sustained his thigh injury right before nationals, though, the whole team couldn't believe it. he had been chosen over you by coach for their biggest tournament yet, and you couldn't lie, it upset you for months. you took it personally. but surprisingly so, learning that sylus could no longer compete and that you were replacing him didn't bring you joy. it brought you anger.
"you're a fucking dumbass," you accuse sylus as you skated around the empty training rink to blow off steam. "you? being taken out by something as simple as ACL trauma? please, i'm still in disbelief."
"you're right," sylus murmurs from the sidelines where he watched you circle around. his crutches were right to him.
"and to think coach put me up next like i'm some sort of understudy? it's even more offensive they have you here 'coaching' me like i can't learn by myself!" you groan and push off the ice harder to increase your speed.
"you're right," sylus repeats.
"why do you keep saying that? are you pitying yourself over there?" you cringe from across the rink where you could barely make out his expression. it was one of disdain.
"because you are right," sylus responds rather harshly, "because i can't believe i blew my chance at nationals over a simple injury. i trained so hard to get here, to prove to coach that i could, and it was right fucking there."
he leans over and puts his head on his palms, stressed. that was the other thing you hated. seeing him in defeat.
you skate over to the part of the rink he was sitting by and furrow your brows. "hey," you frown, "don't kill yourself over this. you'll get nationals next year, i'm sure of it. coach loves sucking your dick." sylus raises his head, clearly not impressed and very much annoyed. you suck in your teeth. "too soon, sorry. listen... would you rather it be me or someone else in your spot."
sylus raises a brow, "i’d rather it just be me.”
"me right?" you smile, ignoring his words. "i haven't heard you complain to coach that you think i'm unworthy of this spot. in fact, i haven't heard you say anything about me regarding this. you're not upset it's me, you're just upset it's not you... anymore."
sylus laughs humorlessly, “yeah, so? it’s natural they picked you next, you’re second to me anyway.”
“ah, fuck off.”
“you owe me respect now,” he smiles, “i’m your coach. i’m here how to teach you how to win nationals. you ought to listen to me.”
now you laugh humorlessly, “i can win nationals by myself, i don’t need your help as a coach. it’s like an insult.”
“no you can’t,” sylus quickly retorts, “you can’t win nationals by yourself.”
the seriousness in his voice makes you still for a moment before you let out a disbelieving, “huh?!”
“you’ve never faced in nationals. we never have. the last thing you should be doing is being cocky and letting this opportunity to win slip away,” he gruffs. “i had that opportunity and i fucked up, now i’m here. you can’t do the same.”
his righteous tone make you drop the humor and indignation for a moment to just pay attention to him; to see the regret and disappointment simmering within him.
“okay,” you murmur, “i won’t.”
sylus exhales harsh and stands without his crutches. he limps over to the edge of the rink across where you stood and gets face to face with you. “it has to be you,” he says low, “if it’s not me, then it’s you. no one else. the only reason i said yes to coaching you is because it’s you. only you are capable of winning this, no other skater in our league.”
you widens your eyes slightly and look back and forth between his. there was an intense layer of respect there hidden beneath his frustration.
“i know that,” you reply, “and i’m not going to fuck it up. i’m going to win it and prove it to coach, you, me, that i can do it.”
sylus chuckles, maybe bitterly. “you don’t have to prove it to me, i know you can do it, you have to show me you can. and screw coach, do it for yourself.”
a tense beat of just staring at each other passes. you couldn’t help but break out into a smile.
“no, i’ll do it for you too, you asshole. it’ll be my trophy but… our win.”
the man across from you straightens in shock at your sudden camaraderie. our win? you and him?
“i have to earn my win,” he retorts, a little peeved, “i won’t earn it by proxy. i earn it on the ice.”
you groan, “i’m trying to be nice here, just be normal for once? you’re trapped here for hours a day helping me train, so yes, your win too.”
sylus shakes his head but the irritation in his face was letting up. he was smirking. “i’m not accepting your pity points. stop being gross about this, you’re burning training time.”
“no…” you sing softly, “i’m trying to get along with my coach. if i don’t try to make peace now then we’ll never get anywhere. opportunity costs, right?”
now sylus was annoyed again. “ice. now.”
your training went just as expected. he was hurling commands and frustrations at you as you skated, but surprisingly so, did the same with compliments.
“beautiful turn!” he’d say followed up with, “fuck are you doing? you were late!”
you yelled at him back but the passion between you two was helping you a lot more than you gave credit for. and it was only that; passion, not true anger.
when you stepped off the ice for a break he immediately vented out all his thoughts to you like it was a never-ending list. but instead of fighting back this time, you kept quiet to just rehydrate. once he was done, you gestured him over to sit next to you, which he didn’t question. he sat.
“drink more water,” sylus murmurs, “you look exhausted. your stamina needs to improve.” you don’t reply, you just open another bottle and gulp it down until empty. he watches you carefully. “are you alright?” he asks softly.
you nod, “yeah, need to catch my breath.”
sylus nods back. he stares out at the rink and lets out a slow exhale. “you did good. you could do better. what do i know, though?”
you chuckle, “aren’t you supposed to be my coach?”
“no,” sylus hums, “i don’t like that title. you and i… are more-less the same. why would i be your coach? i’m not coaching you, at this point… i’m just supporting you in winning.”
you glance at him and hum in pleasant surprise at his rather warm words. “well, whatever you’re doing here with me… it’s helping. you give me a lot more motivation than you think. i’ll win nationals, no matter what.”
“you mean we’ll win?” sylus corrects, an unnaturally soft laugh escaping him.
“oh, so it’s our win now?”
he turns his head to look at you directly, eyes equal parts challenging and fond. he mumbles to you, an intimate sound with an intimate air, “it’s always been our win.”
there truly is nothing more agonizing than seeing something, someone, you care about in danger. in fact, care isn’t a word equivocal to his worship.
“i care about you.”
so? a cashier at the local coffee shop might care about you because you frequented the establishment so often that you’ve become a familiar face.
a teacher might care about you as a student because seeing their pupils pass represents a job well done on both sides.
your neighbor might care about you because, when out of town, you pet sit their cat and water their plants until they return.
the point being that care is surface level and a word can be used loosely. there comes a point where you care about someone so much it crescendos and bursts into a new level of love. a fervent feeling of ardor.
the cashier, the neighbor, the teacher - maybe you’d care if some ill will came upon them. but someone who harbors your boundless love? it’s as if ill will came upon you, and then some.
xavier sat with this indescribable dread in the waiting room of a bustling hospital. it was an all too familiar feeling yet not one anyone could ever get used to. feeling it the sixth time over is the same as feeling it the first time over. horrible in every right, of course.
his body was hunched over and his arms were upright and ridged on his knees, connected by tense clasped hands. the numb and dull expression on his face was clearly different from his usual neutral one despite the similarities. and if you knew him well enough, you could see the slight give aways on face. the tension in his brows, the slow, labored breathing, the memories rushing behind his eyes.
the only person who knew him well enough to spot these signs of stress, though, was the cause of them in the first place.
“mr. shen?” a steady voice called to him. xavier immediately stood up and faced the approaching doctor. he didn’t say anything, he just needed to listen. “she’s stable. it took us a while to get her there but i don’t believe her condition will worsen. she’s very strong, we can tell.”
xavier stays silent but nods.
the doctor furrows his brows in concern but offers him a small but kind smile. “are there any questions you’d like to ask, mr.shen? she’s in good hands, i promise you.”
he doesn’t hesitate, “will she be the same?”
“i assume you mean, will she be back into her normal state without any long-lasting consequences? to that, i can unfortunately say most likely not.” the doctor closes his eyes and shakes his head once in upset. “the stress on her heart was intense. we suspect that her heart had been failing for a while before she presented today, and that, the mission she was on pushed her into a critical state. but she’s recovering very well, so please be patient with her.”
xavier simply blinks at the doctor. a world of hurt and anxiety was simmering behind those eyes of his yet he could grant no one but you the privilege to see him a mess.
“when can i see her?”
“visiting hours ended earlier but…” the doctor smiles apologetically, “we can make an exception. i’ll alert the nurses to patch things up and you’ll get to have your time. just follow me.”
every step closer to your room felt heavy and distant. nothing had felt real during this whole ordeal, but coming to terms with the fact that he would have to see your sick body laid on the bed, fighting for its life - it dissociated his mind far beyond anything else.
he waiting outside your room as the doctor went in to clear the space for what would be devastating reunion. after a few minutes, the nurses stepped out followed by the doctor himself. they didn’t say anything to xavier, just gave him this look of pity that he hated. he got the message. she was ready to see him.
xavier took a breath and slowly stepped into the hospital room, closing the door with his back and locking eyes with you on the bed. he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“xavier?” you call out to him weakly, an equally weak smile matching your voice. the tired lines of your face, the hoarseness in your voice, the machinery around you; it made xavier feel like his heart was next on the chopping block.
“hi, honey,” he smiles slightly while approaching you. he pulls one of the chairs from the wall and to your bedside. “how are you feeling? i’m… i’m so happy to see you talking.”
he watches you struggle to talk. he watches you struggle to do anything but… struggle.
“i’m… i’m okay, i feel better,” you rasp, “but my chest hurts a lot. they s-said i had a heart attack, that my heart was failing for a while.”
xavier acknowledges your words with a solemn nod. to hear you talk so casually about such life debilitating issues, as if this was no surprise to you, as if your syndrome made it so easy to accept such horrible things. it was all true.
“i know,” he murmurs, “you didn’t know? you didn’t feel any different? you must’ve… you must’ve known… i’m sorry, it sounds like i’m blaming you. you didn’t ask for any of this.”
you glance over at xavier and smile, “no, don’t worry. i didn’t really feel anything alarming. i’ve been more out of breath lately, i was having a hard time sleeping, but nothing that would let me know… that… y’know, my heart was failing.” xavier keeps silent. “xavier?”
xavier shakes his head, “i’m sorry. sorry. i just… i’m so afraid,” he sighs in a way that sounded like he was holding back a few tears.
“xavier,” you repeat his name, voice now laced with an intense sadness, “i’m afraid too… i’ve been afraid this whole day, but seeing you… y’know, it makes everything better.”
xavier shuts his eyes and bares his teeth in distress. “i know… i know, but i don’t feel any better seeing you,” he admits, “but i don’t want to leave. i feel like if i take my eyes off you, you’ll leave. so i can’t leave.”
“i won’t leave you.”
“i know you won’t, but what if you do?”
xavier reaches out for your hand that laid on your stomach. it was warm which was a more of a comfort than he realized.
“i’m still here aren’t i?” you squeeze his hand reassuringly. just from the way your eyes drowsily searched his and the way your hand barely put pressure on his, xavier knew you were farcing strength.
“yes, star, you are,” xavier smiles again, still small, “and i expect you to be here every single time i visit. what do you want me to bring next time? kitty cards? a dessert? a plushie? i’ll bring everything.” he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead before connecting his to yours.
“mm,” you groan softly, “kitty cards doesn’t sound bad. it means we can play together.”
xavier nods, “yeah. and even like this you’ll find a way to beat me, right?”
“yes,” you chuckle, “i will.” when you pull back you lock eyes with xavier in a way that confessed true, unspoken emotions with each other. “i’m going to quit the hunter’s association,” you whisper.
xavier’s eyebrows immediately raise. he wasn’t upset, more less relieved, but you were stubborn. you never let your condition hinder you. he was worried he’d have to talk you out of returning too soon, but here you were, resigning in front of him.
“you will?” he asks, “has this… changed how you feel? you don’t feel like you can go back?”
your gaze averts his, breaking the intimate look. “i would love to go back if i knew i could handle it. but the doctors told me one more episode like this and… that was it. my heart wouldn’t be able to take anymore. they seemed sure of it.”
the way your lip quivered, the way your voice was breaking, and the reality of it all made the ache in his bones grow unbearably. he shook his head.
“my star,” he whispers, “you’ll never leave your house for all i’m concerned. i’ll take care of you. everything you need, everything you could possibly want, i’ll give it to you.”
you swallow hard and hold back tears of your own, but the attempt fails, leaving tears to stream down your cheeks. “i want my career, i don’t want to tightrope death all the time, but i’m chained to this new life for all i’m concerned. it’s so unfair. i’ve only helped people, haven’t i?”
“yes,” xavier answer immediately. your desires were so innocent. your questions so fair. “yes, you’ve helped and saved so many people.”
“then why me? it’s not fair. i’ve only loved, i’ve only helped.”
xavier purses his lips and leans his head down to press another kiss to his forehead. “no more of that,” he whispers, “no more helping people, no more loving anything that isn’t yourself. you need to take care of yourself and i will help you. shun out the world, you don’t need any of it.”
you let out a soft exhale that was an pure hurt and resignation. “i don’t want to become that type of person. will i really have to avoid the whole world just to protect myself? who does that make me?”
“someone…” xavier hesitates, “someone who wants to live. you can’t be stressed out, star. i won’t let you.”
you understood his worry more than him. the ache in your chest wasn’t just anxiety, it was your literal heart begging for reprieve after a lifetime of stress. birth to now, you don’t remember a time where you weren’t constantly worrying yourself to death. you wanted this break more than him, maybe. it was time to let go of everything.
“okay, i know, i understand,” you sniffle while interlacing your fingers together. “you’ll take care of me?”
“of course i will.”
“you won’t get tired of it?”
“never. i want to see you safe, that’s all that matters to me in life. as long as you’re safe, i don’t care what i have to do.”
“okay,” you whisper, “okay. then please don’t leave me until i’m discharged. even after visiting hours.”
xavier nods tentatively. his eyes trace over your face and despite the exhausted, sick look plaguing you, your eyes were still so big and hopeful. “of course, star. i wasn’t planning on leaving anyway. when visiting hours are over i’ll sleep in the waiting room and then when they start again, i’ll come back. i’ll only leave to bring you things. sound good?”
you nod, finally feeling a glimmer of happiness. “yes.”
Not even ovulating evokes this kind of desire in me when reading your works
me? little old me? my little old fics? ah stop, please. i barely like anything i make, so you saying this is like making me so dumbfounded. THANK YOU, genuinely!!! viva la eros!!!
✎ᝰ summary: zayne wants a baby, but you’re not too sure about it, so the two of you make a deal.
✎ᝰ wc: 12.2k
✎ᝰ cw: breeding/creampies, full on smut, porn with plot, fluff, lots of pregnancy talk, domestic life, zayne and you are married, filthy nasty dirty talk (not that mean), overstimulation, ovulation week, body worship, free use (consensual), erm not proofread, go easy on me!
✎ᝰ a/n: OK SO by popular demand (from like a year ago) i'm releasing this fic... with the caveat that it'll be in PARTS. only because i fear that if i try to make it one fic that 1. i won't ever release it and 2. it'll be too long.
that being said, i've worked on this periodically over an extended period. meaning the writing style might've genuinely changed. pls guys, like i'm so sorry if it starts sounding different asf mid-way through
also YES, i know this is not how fertility works, but it makes for a good fic so just play along.
“a… baby?” you repeat as your curious look became one of disbelief.
“yes, a baby. but i can… i can explain more, my love. please just hear me out, is that okay?”
you glance between the stacks of papers zayne has on the counter in front of you and the hopeful look he has in his eye as he almost pleads with you. you nod imperceptibly.
“thank you, i just… i’ve been thinking about the idea for a little bit and i know we’re still young but… there’s no one else in the world i would want the mother of my kids to be.”
zayne gives you a gentle smile in hopes of easing up your tense expression. you had been wed for a little over a year now and your lives have been unbelievably beautiful ever since he put that rock-sized ring on your finger. of course, your many years of dating were incredibly beautiful as well—but solidifying to the world and to the court that you were his and he was yours was the most blissful moment of your lives. to change that so permanently was a risk. he didn’t want to ruin this happiness with a child, but there was a small part of him that wanted to believe that a new addition to their family would, instead, bring happiness.
“my love, my angel,” zayne continues, “you know i’m happy with it just being us two. you are perfect for me as i am for you. if you say no then i won’t be upset, but if you have any type of worry then…”
zayne flips through the stack of papers he’s compiled and glances up at you rather shyly.
“…then i have everything that could ease your worries. your health records, my health records, our insurances, our finances, everything. i mean, we’re in the perfect situation to have a child if we wanted to, so…. so it’s just an idea for consideration. nothing i’m truly asking you.”
your eyes blink rapidly as you try and process what zayne was saying. it wasn’t like you didn’t want children, not necessarily, but it also wasn’t like you were eager to have them right now. and that predicament you found yourself in wasn't helped by the endearing look painted on zayne face. it's a look that's made you swoon for him since the day you met him. to think that the kid you grew up with would now be your husband that was asking for kids.
you loved him, dearly, it almost hurt how much you did sometimes, but you couldn’t be sure. you needed time to think on it. but stars above, you couldn't help thinking about how zayne being a father was incredibly attractive to you. the idea was comforting and so domestic; that’s what you’ve wanted from this marriage. domesticity. away from the constant danger that your life was put in working for the hunter association, and into a comforting, gentle home.
“maybe,” you finally whisper, “m…maybe. it’s a big consideration, and the idea of having children isn’t something i’m against. it’s more about… timing, lifestyle, us. it’s a completely… massive change, one we’ll be responsible for for the rest of our lives.”
“i know.”
“and… you still want to have them even considering that?”
zayne reaches out for your hand and smiles weakly.
“it’s okay if you don’t want to. absolutely okay. don’t consider it just because you think i want you to. it’s your body, your choice.”
“… give me time,” you whisper back, “let me really think about it and then… i’ll get back to you, okay?”
zayne nods and stands straight to walk around the counter and to your sitting form. he wraps his strong arms around your waist and kisses your forehead with the upmost affection.
“you have all the time in the world, until then we don’t have to talk about this anymore, okay? you come to me on your time.”
you smile to yourself and nod in zaynes shoulder. his warmth was so wonderfully comforting and it eased your mind—knowing that no matter what conclusion you came up to, your husband would be right there by your side. zayne pulls back from the embrace and squeezes your waist playfully before glancing over to the kitchen.
“now i think we should fuel up, yeah? you haven’t eaten since you’ve woken up, association reports can wait.”
you laugh softly and nod. “alright but you have to make the meal, ‘m too tired to do anything but laze around today.”
“alright, my love. laze away.”
⭐︎
zayne was a busy, busy man. one thing he promised himself after becoming your husband was that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger if you didn’t want to. he worked tirelessly just to provide for you, just so you could swipe his card day in day out if you so pleased. you were your own independent woman that made your own independent income, but zayne made sure that your income was yours only. and that his income was also yours.
having such a providing husband had its perks, yes, but it also had its downsides. whenever he took overtime, you saw less of him and was often left to sleep in a cold bed, desolate from your husband. tonight was one of those nights. your bedroom felt uncomfortable and chily without zayne there to coil up with you. in fact, you would rather freeze from basking in zayne's evol because at least then, you were in his arms.
this problem persisted the past month without him next to you, and just like every other night, you found yourself staring up at the high-rise ceiling of your bedroom. the hospital was rather busy this time of month, you thought while shifting around in your blankets. you remembered it was around 2am the last time you checked your phone, but you neither had the energy nor the interest to check it again.
in defeat, you close your eyes in attempts to try your hand at slumbering off again when a familiar noise of keys jingling hits yours ears. you immediately sit straight up and turn your head to your slightly ajar bedroom door. the jangles were followed up by the front door closing, a soft groan, footsteps, and then a running sink.
with quickness, you scoot off the bed and patter through the bedroom door and into the hall. you see the familiar dim, warm light of the kitchen on and the shadow movements of zayne casted on the walls. an ache hits your chest. he was probably exhausted from another night at the hospital.
quietly, you walk toward the kitchen and see his back turned to you as he leaned over the sink. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands gripped the counter in stress. he couldn’t hear you over the running water, so when he felt a pair of gentle arms wrap around his waist, he jolted slightly, and then relaxed in the warmth.
“my love? why are you awake?” he asks without turning around to meet your eyes. he would feel an immense amount guilt if he saw what was probably an exhausted expression painted on your face.
“couldn’t sleep… missed you… you’re home late.”
zayne sighed and rubbed his lips together before turning around to your form and bringing you closer into a hug from your waist. his warmth and firmness against your supple made you sink into chest like a deflated balloon. god you missed this.
“let’s get you to bed baby,” zayne murmurs before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. without another word he bends over and scoops the underside of your legs with one arm and holds your back with the other—bridestyle. you don’t say much as he strides you back into the bedroom and lays you down gently on your shared bed. you look up at him with tender, vulnerable eyes that made him weak in the knees for a moment. he could tell something was on your mind.
“my darling girl,” zayne cooes, “what is it?”
you frown slightly and avert your eyes to the wall to avoid seeing zaynes pouty face. “you already know,” you retort with a scoff. “i don’t like you taking on so many hours, i don’t like going to bed alone. surely the hospital isn’t holding you at gunpoint and forcing you to work overtime?”
zayne opens his mouth to respond but bites back his words. instead, he averts his gaze from you as well so as to avoid your small bout of wrath. he was a little scared of his wife, he wouldn’t lie. before he could think of an appropriate response to give you, a sound of realization escapes your lips. you sit up on the bed and tilt zaynes head back to you with your hand squished on his jaw.
“is this about the baby?” you ask with squinted, scrutinizing eyes. the hesitate silence that comes from zayne confirms your words as such, and you can’t help but feel a little misplaced in your frustration.
“listen…” he sighed. he scoots closer to you on the bed and cups your cheek gently in his large, cool palm. “in case you said yes… i wanted to be extra prepared with our finances. that’s all. i figured if there was any possibility of us having a child, then i needed to prepare to provide for you.”
“… and if i said no?” you murmur. zayne smiled at you and pinched your cheek affectionately.
“then i would’ve taken you on a month long vacation trip with all our extra money as an apology for being so busy.” he smiles mirthfully and then shrugs sarcastically before letting his hand fall from your face. “i thought it was a win-win in my head, but i guess there isn’t much of a surprise now.”
you laugh softly which eases zaynes mind. you never did hold anything against him, even if he deserved it. you look down at your lap and sigh before gesturing for zayne to fully get on the bed. he nods and disregards winding down and changing out of his uniform for the sake of your attention.
“actually i need to talk to you about that,” you murmur with anxiety creeping into your voice. “the whole baby thing… i think i know what i want.”
zayne immediately perks up but refrains from showing the anticipation that was welling up in him. he clears his throat softly and smiles.
“yeah? okay,” he hums, “don’t be afraid to tell me anything, darling. i support you in whatever you choose.”
zaynes words make you shift uncomfortably for some reason. you had his support for any decision, yes, but it wasn’t exactly a decision you came up with. “it’s not what you think it is. it’s not a yes or no, it’s more like… a proposition.”
“okay…” he trails off, clearly unsure of where this was going. you squirm under his confused gaze but knew you had to explain further before he started asking questions himself.
“one week,” you say, “we can have… one week to make a baby. but this is a plan with terms and conditions you have to agree to. o…okay? i’ve kept track of my cycle and for the next week i’ll be ovulating. during this time, we can try and have a baby.”
zayne was left a little speechless at your words. there was a part of him that wanted to cheer and celebrate but you had said this was a proposition with terms and conditions. it wasn’t an agreement to his ask. he swallows a thick lump in his throat and nods.
“a..and?”
“and…” you continue, “there are rules. ones you’ll like and maybe others not so much. firstly, if you agree, then for this next week i am completely and utterly yours. meaning you can try and impregnate me at any time, any place, no matter what i’m doing, as much as you want. i’m giving you my full consent right now and i’ll continue giving you my full consent throughout the whole thing. at the end of everything i’ll take a pregnancy test and if the test comes out negative, then we stop taking about babies entirely. does that… make sense?”
you search zaynes eyes with yours. making out his expressions was already hard enough on a normal basis, but the dim light of the room made hard to tell if you had any approval from him. this was the best idea you could come up that seemed the most fair to both of you. he got unlimited chances and the promise of a baby if it went his way, and you got good sex and no baby talk if it went your way. in the same manner, you didn’t mind becoming pregnant and he didn’t mind you not becoming pregnant.
“w…what if i hurt you?” zayne asks softly while a concerned look slowly etching itself on his face.
“we can have different safe words. i promise that everything will be completely consensual. i know my limits and you know i voice them.”
“what about work?”
“i’ll call out.”
“you’ll be exhausted.”
“we can extend aftercare if it needed. i’ll be okay.”
“bu—“
“zayne, it’s okay. i’ll be okay.”
zayne lets out an exhale of incredulity. he was honored that you trusted him so much with your body and also a little aroused at the thought of bending you over anywhere and going to town for as long as he wants. the thought made his cock jump in his pants a little bit, but he wanted to sure this is what you wanted. he looks back over at you and shifts his form so that he was hovering above your now laying body. he kisses your cheek and rumbles right by your ear, making you squirm.
he whispers, his a lot more rough and scratchy than you remember. “are you sure? absolutely sure? you can back out now or at any time this week, yknow.”
you nod. “i know. i still want this.”
those final words of consent was all zayne needed for a switch to flip on in his brain. he leaned back from your smaller form and moved his hands down to cup your plush hips within his palms. zayne appreciated every curve and line of your body with his longing eyes even when you were just a silhouette in the dark. he knew your body so well - inside and out - that he could picture how incredibly lustrous and sexy you were underneath all the dim. he grins.
slowly, his hips press against yours and rut against the thin fabric of the shorts you wore to sleep. immediately, your body arches off the mattress in pleasure as zayne mimics the undulations and grinds of how he fucks you. with layers still on, you could feel the desire building on him and poking at your leg.
"well then," he murmurs, "why don't we start now? you're already nice and ready for me, aren't you baby? moving your hips like that like you want them filled with my children. i'll make sure to take good care of you."
you shudder softly at zayne's words. it was almost scary how quickly he could go from his doting, loving self, to a man who was desire incarnate. to say you anticipated the next week was an understatement.
zayne's grin widens at your silence. the small whimpers and mewls that escaped your lips weren't enough for him anymore, he wanted to hear more from his pretty little wife. after all this wasn't normal sex, this was copulation, this was your impregnation. he rolls his hips harder against yours causing you to yelp at the friction and earning a chuckle from zayne.
"that's it darling, make noises for me before i even touch you. you're sensitive to me already, but i'm no where near done."
zayne moves his hands up your hips and to your sides where he squeezes your waist right before flipping you over in one go. you landed on one of your rogue pillows and hugged it for security as zayne continued his ministrations down your arched backside. he starts with your nape and kisses down your spine in a straight line, right to where the small of your back was. you could feel his nose tickle your skin there as he nuzzles into the crevice of your arch.
"mm, pretty girl so eager for me already," he drones softly. he presses one more kiss to your back before cupping your hips again and lifting them up like you were a cat in heat. lazily, he pulls the hem of your shorts down to your knees and moves his hands back up to your panties. just from the texture of them, he knew which ones they were.
"lacy light blue, bought at the lingerie shop downtown along with a matching bra that you're not wearing. am i right?" he asks with an obvious smirk to his voice. you almost whipped your head around to ask him how he knew but zayne was wasting no time on idle chatter. he pulls your panties to the side and rubs his long, cold fingers down the slit of your pussy and up to your clit. he can feel the throbs and pulses of your little nub against the pad of his finger telling him that you were just as horny as him.
"mm, does your body know me so well that it automatically drips for me? the amount of wetness here is insane, love." zayne teased while pulling his finger away from your clit. he drags his digits down to your clenching entrance and prods you there with his middle and ring finger until you were shivering beneath him.
"mngh, yeah, something like that," you drawl out in response, "'m eager for you, like you said. ngh... please don't tease me, love."
zayne laughs at your readiness and quirks an eyebrow at you. "what? you're asking to be fucked without any prep? you're even more eager than i thought. but i can't say no to my princess, can i?" zayne suddenly pushes his index and ring fingers inside of you in one go causing you to cry out into the pillow underneath you. with slow, experienced strokes, he curves his digits up into you and rubs the nice little spot that gets you dripping every time. "mmngh, wow..." zayne murmurs, "i still wonder how you're able to take me when you're this tight." zayne slinks out his fingers and smirks at the creaminess that he knew was coated on his fingers. he takes a little lick before rubbing them clean against your panties. "let's find out..."
anticipation was all you felt when you heard the buckles on zayne's belt come undone along with the zipper of his pants. the clenching of your walls became faster, needier, you were gripping onto nothing, and it was making you whine loudly. slowly, though, that itch of yours got scratched as zayne silently sank his throbbing cock into your begging cunt. you choke up and arch back until he was buried to the hilt within you, his cockhead kissing the start of your cervix.
"mngh, god," zayne groans lowly, "you're sucking me in so good. bottoms up baby, i wanna get the good angle." you comply without hesitation and raise your hips higher for zayne. he grasps your sides as you do so and immediately begins his job of fucking his pretty little wife senseless.
with one swift pull out and one swift thrust back in, zayne begins pounding into you like his life depended on it.
"fu… zayne!" you cry out.
"yes, darling? feels like too much already? hmm, i hope you don't regret the next week, then."
zayne doesn't falter or slow his pace down. he's been dreaming about this moment for a while now - impregnating you with his potent seed was all he could think about as every thrust of his hit the deepest point of your pussy. he could barely see you, but he could feel all of the pleasure you were experiencing from how snug you were fitting around him.
"oh god, how are you this tight? want my babies that much? hm?" zayne teases with a grin you couldn't see. "yeah ~ i know you do. can feel your womb with every thrust, darling. it's nice and warm place for me to fill you up, don't you think?"
"y..yes, please. f…fill me…" you respond in broken mewls.
"that's my eager girl. so ready to become a mommy for me. can you say it for me, princess? can you say how ready you are to become a mommy for me?"
your mind felt hazed as zayne's thrusts only get more insistent, dragging your walls back and forth with each purposeful shove in. "im ready t…to become a m…mommy for you…" you whimper, the words feeling foreign but good on your tongue.
a low laugh rumbles in zayne’s chest, clearly pleased by your submission and compliancy. the lack of prep wasn’t horrible but it definitely made zaynes movements a lot rougher to the body—and you weirdly liked it. still, he was gentle with you, but you could feel how much purposeful each thrust was when zayne had a goal in mind.
“just like that,” zayne groans with one particular thrust punctuating his words. “‘s like you’re in the shape of my cock with how many times you’ve taken me, right love?” he faintly sees you nod into your pillow. “i’ll make sure to perfect your mold this next week. make you perfectly primed for a baby.”
responses couldn’t even be formed from your agape, drooling mouth. you hadn’t even realized how touch-starved you’d become due to zayne’s absence; it was only now becoming stark to you as his cock soaked into your walls and pounded into you with determination. baby or not, you needed this.
you turn your head slightly catch a glimpse of zayne’s form behind you. his large silhouette was towering over your arched body and undulating to make filthy skin slapping noises. despite barely even being able to see him, that was enough to almost push you off the edge. you contract around his cock, earning a low moan from him.
“keep squeezing like that and i’ll have you filled in no time,” zayne chuckles, “keep doing that love, keep massaging me like you do. ‘m so close.”
now that was what sent you over the edge. the pure of his voice, the gentle command, the need to be filled with his potent cum, it all triggered your orgasm which contracted your cunt again and milked zayne for what he had. you couldn’t help the whines that escaped you.
“z..zayne! ‘m coming, ‘m coming, ‘m coming! ahh fuck it feels so good!” you cry out soft before before burying your head into your pillow.
zayne’s hips stutter at the sudden constriction but a second later they were back to their insistent pace, faster this time. “oh, mngh, fuck my darling. ripped that one right out of you, hm? squeezing me so good, taking me so well, bout time i reward you.” with a few more harsh and sloppy thrusts, zayne pulls your hips back, flush against his and shoots his thick, creamy semen as deep as possible into you. the hot sensation within your makes your eyes flutter back and milks the last few convulsions of your orgasm right out of you.
it took a few long moments for zayne to falter. moving from the welcoming sanctuary that was your womb felt like ripping away a lifeline, but he was committed to taking care of you more than his own pleasure. he slides out of you slowly, causing drops of cum and other shared fluids to run down your thighs. gently, his hands turn you onto your back as he lays down beside you.
“you okay, my darling?” zayne whispers while cupping your dimmed face. “any pain? any aches?”
with proper sight stolen from you due to the lack of light in the room, zayne’s earnest voice comforted you instead of his face. you smile and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “no, i’m alright. it felt good… yknow… as always,” you chuckle.
“yeah?” he hums, “and it’ll continue to be good for the next week… and beyond of course.” he begins sitting up, body cradling yours as if to carry you. “it’s best if i take you for a short wash, cmon let’s go.” but his moments stop as soon as you tug on his shoulder.
“nooo,” you whine softly, “‘m so tired, i already was tired when you came in and now… i don’t have it in me. will i have to shower every time we do this? that’s gonna be… so many showers. oh my god, i don’t wanna do that.”
zayne laughs in amusement at your childish tone and worry. all he wanted was to care for you and your body even through your protests, but the lengths you were putting your body through by giving him free use made him back off his “doctor” insistence. care meant emotionally too. he’d do his best to thank you for the trust.
“alright,” he sighs while letting his arms slide out from under your body, “but tell me if you get any irritation down there, the last thing i want is for you to get an infection.”
“why? cause you’d be sad we can’t have sex anymore?” you tease.
“no, cause i’d be sad seeing you in pain. especially if i was the one who caused it. am i some sort of degenerate to you?”
you laugh lightly. banter with zayne still felt the same even all these years. you scoot in closer to his form and wrap your arms firmly around his waist with the side of your head to his chest. you could hear his heartbeat like this, it was already lulling you.
feeling your warmth against him now, zayne reciprocates and holds you with his strong arms, caging you in his embrace and affection. he’d never fully, vocally admit it but zayne was the doting type after sex. a rush of love surged through him seeing (or in this case feeling and hearing) your glowing, pleasured presence.
he leans his head down slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, tentative and short. “goodnight, love.” he whispers simply before closing his eyes in surrender to sleep.
“hehe… goodnight, zayne.”
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maybe your restless nights without zayne had finally caught up with you because your night of slumber was long and rejuvenating. so long and rejuvenating that you woke up three hours past normal.. without alerting your job that you were taking the week off.
when you click your phone on and see the number 11:43 shining back at your beautiful, crusted face, a wave of energy jolts into your body. jenna was going to give you an incredibly disappointed talk if she knew the only reason you were late was because… you got fucked. literally.
you rush out of bed, not even realizing zayne was no longer next to you, and start pacing back and forth in your room as you dialed her number. it took only a few rings for her to pick up—ever the quick one, jenna was.
“jenna!” you yelp, exasperated. “i’m so sorry! i completely forgot to call out of work. listen i need the next—“
“woah, woah. hey now, take a breather,” jenna’s deep voice rumbles from the other end, “zayne already called out for you. said something about a… family issue? is everything alright?”
you still and clench onto your phone. yeah, sure, sure whatever excuse jenna will take.
“uh… yeah, no everything is fine. it’s not so much a family issue as it is a family… err… we just need to sort things out. you know i would never take off this much time if it wasn’t important, jenna.”
you hear a faint chuckle from the other end. “yes, i know. i’m lucky this isn’t a busy month. sort out your issue or… whatever it is that’s taking my best hunter away from me. i expect you back in monday, alright soldier?”
you laugh softly, “yes ma’am!”
quickly you end the call and put your phone aside. so much for a relaxing morning, your heart was already beating like a bunny rabbit’s. it was only then—when the stress of jenna’s scolding was out of the way—that could yours ears became attuned to the noises outside your bedroom door.
right, zayne probably called off too.
you pick your phone back up and head out into the hall where you were greeted with the stirring scent of breakfast. as you step into the kitchen you see your husband, apron tired around his house clothes, cooking an omelette on the stove. just adjacent to the kitchen was the small dining room table you two shared, now worn down with other plates of cooked meals.
“busy?” you almost laugh.
zayne turns to you and his expression lightens up slightly. “good morning to you as well, love. you were sleeping so soundly when i woke up that i decided to just leave you there. although i didn’t expect you to wake up so late.”
you swing around the kitchen and sit at the island in the middle, your eyes tracing over zayne’s back. “well i was exhausted. there’s only one person to blame for that too.”
zayne smirks, his eyes still focused on the pan in front of him. “well,” he hums, “you’ll need to work on that stamina then. thats why i’m cooking for you today, we’ll need to keep up energy.”
the implication of zayne’s words make you flush internally. you fidget with your fingernails and maintain the silence between the two of you—never awkward, usually comforting. except today it felt like there were more unspoken words than usual.
“so,” you break the ice, “care to explain why you told jenna we had ‘family issues’ as an excuse? she probably thinks we’re having marital problems or something embarrassing like that.”
zayne lets out an uncharacteristically prominent loud laugh low within his chest, it almost startles you. “well we do have a family issue,” he responds, finally turning to you and away from the stove. he held the pan in his hand and approached the island.
“which is?” you hum in amusement.
he drops the omelette down onto the rogue plate on the counter and slides it to you. “the issue of you not being pregnant yet,” he mumbles. your stunned expression was enough to school another smirk out of him. “eat up darling, don’t waste a single bit.”
zayne moves past you and to the dining room table to fetch a glass, leaving you looking down at your omelette in fluster. god he always had a way of being fucking cheeky. the first bite was amazing, so satiating to your bottomless pit of a stomach. you hum in satisfaction and take a long sip from the juice zayne poured for you. before you could thank him for the meal and continue asking him accusatory questions, he beats you in conversation.
“i have yoga set up on the tv,” he smiles, back to the stove with his arms crossed. “thought it’d be good for us to do, especially you. we can use the mats you bought all those months ago before you decided to give up.”
“hey, listen, i got busy!” you reply with a mouth full. “alright yoga, what’s next? face masks? nails? steam shower? jacuzzi?”
your fork points up at zayne, earning an eyebrow raise from him. you were so adorable like this. a little defiant from the lack of proper sleep and playful from banter. so beautifully chipper. “actually i was thinking about the hot tub for tonight. it’ll be a nice way to warm our muscles. but let’s focus on one thing at a time, yeah?” he taps the island counter twice and moves past you once again to the living room. “eat up and then come join me.”
from a distance you hear the unmuting of the television and the clicking noises from a remote. you took an extensive amount of time eating your breakfast, almost apprehensive of zayne. he was acting so normal, save for the sudden gymnastics of activities he had planned.
but then again how were you supposed to act? there was clearly tension between you two, and of course, it was the bubbling good kind. the type that made your chest flutter and your stomach light from just being around him, no matter how normal he acted.
you put your dish away once finally done and join zayne in the living room. he’d already set up the mat, the one singular mat instead of the two you had in the closet, but you didn’t question it. on the tv was a video of simple yoga exercises to do for beginners. it was almost like he was mocking you but it made you laugh internally.
“alright, time to put these mats to good use,” you chirp while sitting down criss cross. zayne stood beside you, flipping through other various beginner videos with a disapproving look.
“most of these look too difficult for you, even the beginner ones. i don’t want you pulling a muscle,” zayne mumbles. he puts the remote down and crouches down next to you.
“i’m flexible! sorta!” you pout slightly. “how can you be sure these are too difficult for me anyway?”
“‘cause i know your body,” he replies, sparing you a mirthful glance, “just wanna be safe, love. y’know what? i’ll take it from here. doctors know the best ways to stretch the body, so i’ll be your instructor instead.”
you almost want to retort that you knew this was coming, that he probably had this planned from the moment he put down one mat instead of two. but none of that comes out. you still for a few moments before laughing softly. “oh fuck me,” you mutter to yourself.
before you knew it, zaynes gentle hands cradled your hips and began putting your body in different positions. the favourite in particular were:
the pigeon pose, where one leg curled in and the out was stuck straight out. from where zayne was behind you, he could see a very nice round view.
the bridge pose, where your arms and head where on the mat but your hips were raised. from this angle, zayne could see the way your breasts sloped down onto your face.
zayne kept you in each pose for a prolonged period of times before switching you around to another one. but the most pleasing was of course:
the downward dog pose. where… well i’m sure you know already.
your ass high in the air for zayne to admire. it was just your heavy breathing and zayne’s low voice verbally guiding you that could be heard in the house. the silence that was between you two helped build the tension that was simmering since breakfast.
“z-zayne… can we move on to the next pose?” you ask in a shaky voice caused by the strain of holding your body up with your arms. you were still in downward dog and zayne hadn’t moved or spoken since you first got into this position.
there was silence from him for a few moments before a low chuckle escaped his chest. he moved forward to your form and suddenly you felt a pair of hands on your waist. you don’t move or speak, instead you let the following sensations happen.
slowly, zayne slides his hands down from your waist to your hips where the hem of your pajama pants were draped around. he hooks his fingers underneath the band and slides them down off your ass until they dropped to your ankles. he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of your panties hugging your round cheeks but wastes no time discarding them too.
with your pajama pants and panties now on the floor, zayne had a full view of the expanse of your ass and peeking pussy. he smirks to himself and moves forward until his hips were pressed against yours. at some point while you were looking away, he’d popped a massive boner and was now taunting you with the bulge in his pants.
“you’re getting good at this. taking it like a good girl, i mean,” zayne purrs from behind you. “just relax. ‘m just getting in my morning fill.”
“y-yeah…” you stutter, “morning fill…”
zayne notices the quiver in your voice and frowns slightly. without notice he moves your form from the middle of the room to the end of the couch and over the arm of it. “i want you comfortable for this. can’t have you toppling over and hurting yourself, can we?”
the amusement and lilt of zayne voice tell you he’s having a lot more fun than you expected but you nod along anyway. gently, he a kiss presses to your nape before contrasting the tenderness with a slap to your asscheek. you yelp slightly and turn your head around to pout but all zayne does is grin back at you.
helpless to him, you savor the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your backside that eventually come down to the alcove between your legs. instinctively you part them and feel his lengthy fingers slide up and down your pulsing slit. you place your head into the arm of the couch and whine softly while jutting your hips out for him.
“teasing me again…” you murmur.
zayne quirks a brow. “not teasing, savoring. how’re you feeling? sore? tired?”
you nod slightly, “a little bit of everything.”
zayne grins, “good.”
just like the night before, zayne wastes no time freeing himself from the confines of his pants and teasing you with his cock. seeing you perched over, helpless to him, ready to take him in—it could get zayne hard within seconds.
the first few inches were delicious as usual. gentle, tender, and focused. then the rest of him was roughly pushed in until his pelvis met your plush ass cheeks. a groan in unison escapes you both.
“mm, fuck,” zayne rumbles, “always feels so good… i’ll be quick baby. won’t hold you up from your morning.”
“you mean hold me up from my yoga?” you chide him with a small pout.
zayne laughs softly. his hands pull your hips back until he was buried at the hilt of you again, his thrusts now starting up at his normal pace of fucking you. “this is your yoga.” zayne corrects you, “you’re being stretched, that’s all yoga is right? what? do you wanna take another position?”
before you could respond, zayne was already gripping onto you and moving you to the nearby living room wall. you yelp slightly as your body gets pushed up against the cool hard surface. zayne leaves no time for you to get used to the new position before restarting the rhythm of his thrusts.
“that better?” zayne asks almost condescendingly while giving you little mercy. his hips pushed you into the wall over and over again, deliciously squeezing you between his hot body and the cold surface.
“y-yeah… hah… better…!” you squeal.
zayne smirks briefly at your bouncing form. tits jumping through your shirt, ass cheeks recoiling with every hit of his hips, your face all squished from how you were pressed up against the wall. a beautiful sight for a husband to see.
“keep those noises up, baby. you’re gonna make me cum already.”
immediately you whine in response. praise from zayne was always enough to fuel you for more, even if you were tired or, in this case, pressed up the wall awkwardly.
you don't stop your sounds.
you whine and whimper, moaning zayne's name every now and again for good measure. it all came out naturally and as filthy as the both of you liked it. each thrust was rough and trained you bit by bit how to take him, even after all these years of sex. zayne wasn't joking when he said this was him priming and prepping you, especially for something as meaningful as his baby.
"'m close, come with me?" zayne gasps. his hands tightened on your hips with the right amount of pressure to pin you and not bruise you.
"y-yes, close too, please a little more..." you cry out with shaky voice to match your shaking body.
of course, zayne took your request seriously. he immediately began moving and angling hips around, hitting you in several different spots deep within. if your tightening pussy didn't tell him, the way you scratched at the wall and cried out his name so loudly told him you were close. and of course, he always let you come first.
"that's my good girl, just ride it out for me," he rumbled by your ear. zayne was hyper-focused on you and the minute you hit your orgasm; he let go of the tension in his body and nature take its course. a drawn out fuuuck escaped him as his balls swelled up and spilled into you once more.
"z-zayne," you whimper as the remanent of your orgasm ached in your body, leaving your legs limp and head hazed.
zayne smiles slightly at the sound of your soft voice and presses a kiss to your nape. "are you alright, my love?" he whispers.
"'m okay, just sticky again..."
a small chuckle is shared between you two in the post-coital glow. after a few more affectionate kisses to your neck and shoulders, zayne pulls out of you and keeps you up and still with his hands.
"ah... we made a bit of a mess on the floor," he remarks while glancing down at the glistening hardwood. "i'll take care of it, you go get cleaned up. actually, take a shower this time, no whining."
"i wasn't whining!" you huff. "i was going to anyway. you're just as sticky as me too, y'know? get in after."
zayne smirks, "yes ma'am."
a small hum of approval rings out of you as you give your husband a final kiss before wobbling down the hall to the master bedroom. for a few moments there, zayne indulged himself by watching you struggle to walk. it wasn't knowing you were uncomfortable that was pleasing to him, but rather, knowing that that was his doing. knowing that he was fucking you so good with his kids that you were walking like that.
once you were out of sight zayne focused back on the small mess beneath his body. creamy and translucent shared fluids had pooled on the hardwood (thank god it wasn't carpet). efficiently, he wriggled out of his stained pants and walked naked to the cleaning closet. with a small mop he wiped down the hardwood floor and left it clean within just a minute.
from afar he could hear the sound of your running shower in the master bed room. for a moment he thinks back to the memory of you and him last night; talking about a baby, agreeing to this “proposition”, putting your entire futures on the line for the happenstance of a week.
zayne exhaled.
anytime.
he could have you anytime, anywhere, however much.
zayne glances down the hall once more.
anytime.
you hear the door of the bathroom open over the loud running water. the room was steaming from heat as you washed your body clean from all the sticky residue.
“love? are you looking for your shaving cream? it’s in here. i can give it to—“
the shower curtain opens, you jump slightly. zayne steps in, already naked and eyeing you down. you didn’t say anything, unsure of what to make of his gaze, but it didn’t take you long to catch on.
his hands were on your waist immediately, pinning you against the shower wall with a firm grip. neither of you said anything as zayne slips in his already hard cock into your used hole. a soft gasp escapes you.
your cheek was pressed against the shower wall, your hips were jutted out behind you. you could hear a muttered “fuck” from behind you as zayne begins his rhythmic thrusts into you. the water helped for lubrication, not like you needed it anyway. you were always so welcoming for zayne.
“l-love?” you whimpered softly, you voice slightly muffled from the shower. zayne didn’t answer you.
from behind zayne was zoned in on your backside. he stared at how his cock slid in and out of you with such ease. your lips hugged around his shaft with every thrust in and out. nothing mattered more right now than impregnating you. he knew it, any load this week could be the one. maybe it was the one he just gave you, or maybe it’s going to be one of the other many he’ll provide. doesn’t matter. he needs to make it all count.
“zayne,” you sigh out as his determined thrusts go harder. he was passionate, more passionate than earlier. it was a bit uncomfortable but still more pleasurable than anything.
“i know,” he grunts softly, acknowledging that he had just tired you out. he felt a little bad, but he’ll make up for that later. “can’t stop thinking about it,” he mumbles while keeping his eyes sharp on his enveloped cock. “can’t stop thinking about getting you pregnant.”
“ah—i know you c-can’t.”
“then help me ease my mind, hmm?” he thrusts particularly hard. “use what i give you and make our precious baby, darling.” he places his hand over your stomach and rubs you there, almost as if to somehow stimulate the fertilization process.
“i-ill try,” you groan. this was no different than having back to back rounds with zayne, which you’ve adjusted to over the years of dating and sex. but it was different this time. despite it not even being twelve hours later after the deal was made, there was intense, simmering tension between you two. you couldn’t help but be aware that every second he was inside of you was every second he intended to get you pregnant. it wasn’t the same as regular sex.
even as overstimulation hit zayne, he really couldn’t bring himself to stop. it was robotic, insistent, and automatic the way he was moving his hips against your backside. every few moments when clarity hit, he kissed your nape as a silent comfort, but then went right back to it.
it takes only a few minutes of thrusts before he felt the familiar heat build up within his abdomen. quickly, he wraps an arm around your hip and rubs your clit to help stimulate you into an orgasm as well.
“i don’t want to be greedy,” he spoke gruffly by your ear, “this is about you as much as it is about me. i want your orgasm. i want your baby. can you give me those?”
you tilt your head back fully onto his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut. you felt your legs tremble from the shocking sensations going on within your body and on your clit. “i,” you choke out, “i can promise you at least one of those things right now.”
you buckled as a harsh and slightly painful orgasm crashes into you. zayne steadies you immediately with his strong arm, pushing you back against his chest and kissing up and down your neck. “my good girl,” his voice strains. he was close now too.
with one healthy thrust he immediately spills into what he hoped was the deepest part of you. a slight whine mixed with a heavy groan comes out of him as a similarly harsh and slightly painful orgasm strikes him. he suspends his hips up into your ass for several moments before relaxing and melting against your shoulder and nape.
“ah, oh. darling,” zayne whispers. you couldn’t respond immediately. the big load inside of you was overwhelming and had you in a hazed, delirious state. only when you felt his sweet, reassuring kisses to your cheek did you come back to.
“z-zayne,” you whimper softly. you glance at him sidelong and smile weakly.
“i’m sorry. i was rough on you,” he says, sounding genuinely remorseful.
“no… no it’s okay. i enjoyed it. we made a deal, we’re sticking by it.”
zayne’s lip twitches into a warm smile. he loved you so much, if only you knew. “are you okay, though? pain, discomfort? anything?” before you could answer he reaches for the discarded loofah on the side of the tub and holds it up. “let me clean you. it’s the very least i can do. can you stand?”
you attempt to hold your balance without zaynes support. your legs were a little wobbly but you had yourself together. “i’m okay, really. just a little ache, but it’s the good type. i’d love to get some help.”
zayne gives you a curt nod and goes back to supporting you with his arms. despite your good balance, he wouldn’t take the chance of having you stumble or fall. “let’s take our time. i want to take care of you and thank you properly.”
you wouldn’t complain one bit about that.
his hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body, lathering suds and massaging your muscles at each point. he said nothing. zayne was always the man of few words, especially when it came to showing deep affection. his eyes, his hands, his kisses would do all of the talking.
in between your legs he was careful and knew to hold off on the soap. he instead rinsed your sensitive folds with water and only used the suds for your thighs. you matched his silence, letting your husband do his lovely work on you. it was moments like these where you really thought… would getting pregnant really be that bad?
maybe. but at the very least your kids wouldn’t have an absent father and you wouldn’t have a deadbeat husband.
your hair was lathered and brushed too until clean. and at the end of the shower, zayne would only take it a step further and dry you off himself. he wrapped your towel robe around you and patted every part of you dry. and it was only then he spoke.
“feeling better, love?” he murmured while caging you subtly against the sink. his hands held onto the marble counter on either side of you.
“much better,” you respond softly while affectionately bumping your nose with his, “thank you.”
“don’t thank me. you needed it. let’s get you dressed and maybe… we can resume yoga,” zayne smirks.
you laugh, “oh hush!”
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maybe zayne felt bad for you.
it was already later in the night now and he hadn’t touched you at all since the shower in the morning. you expected him to have a whole mirage of “activities” planned for you after the whole yoga charade, but he was acting surprisingly... normal.
no innuendos, no flirty touches, no bedroom eyes. was he burnt out? no, he couldn’t be. this was zayne after all. the man who put you through the bed for 5 hours on your wedding night. he couldn’t possibly be skimping out because he was a little tired.
but maybe it was because you were a little tired. you could take a lot, that was not a question, but maybe this whole “free use” thing was abnormal for zayne. he was used to explicit consent so maybe this whole: “take it when you want how you want” left him… unsure.
the thoughts ran rampant in your mind all evening until you realized it was nearing dinner time. and, just like he did for breakfast and lunch, zayne was making the meals.
“oh, what’s cooking my handsome chef?” you purr as you flop off the couch as put your book aside. you scurry to the kitchen island and smile brightly, hoping to entice something in him.
zayne glances back at you and smirks. “pad thai, nothing crazy. since i made it last week i have some left over ingredients.” he shakes the pan on the stove and then turns up the heat. “it’ll be ready in about thirty. i have some wine in the fridge, maybe we can wine and dine?”
you immediately perk up and nod. “absolutely yes, i need something like that.” you swing around the island and wrap your arms around zayne waist and bury your face in his neck. “thank you, my lovely, beautiful, sweet, amazing husband.”
you earn a chuckle from zayne. but only a chuckle. “i’m all of those things? just for making pad thai? you’re easy to win over.”
“food always wins me over. plus, you’re a good chef!”
you poke his sides and nuzzle into his back, trying to distract him from cooking. zayne was used to this from you, but tonight every touch meant something a little more. you… were kinda antsy. wondering when the next time zayne was gonna fuck you senselessly. it was a little exhilarating and anticipatory, especially after almost twelve hours of nothing.
he brushes off your attention as nothing more than your antics, and it frustrates you a little. you weren’t making anything obvious. you didn’t want to tell him to take you. you just wanted him to do it. he was allowed to. he had full and utter consent to. why wasn’t he?!
an idea pops into you head.
you peck his cheek before peeling off of him quietly and scurrying to your shared bedroom. in the back of your walk-in closet, passed all the shoes and bags, was a ribboned box in an inconspicuous box.
it was supposed to be for his upcoming birthday… guess not anymore.
it takes a few shimmies and clips before you’re completely out of your comfortable wear and in a laced, blue babydoll lingerie top and matching thin, laced blue panties. it was very simple, it was very elegant. the designs on the straps and the hems were intricate and meticulously crafted. the bra cups of the top pushed your breasts up perfectly, and the rest of it was sheer and shimmery, leaving little to the imagination about your midsection.
you stare yourself in the mirror of your closet and figured it still missed a little something, something.
a garter here, a satin open-robe there, some fluffed hair everywhere, and you were done! you didn’t want to take too long anyway, there was only so much time until dinner was done.
well… you realized staring at the mirror again that… dinner was done. and it was wrapped in icy blue and an air of horny.
you step back out into the open-concept living-kitchen and sit yourself on the arm of the couch. you stare at zayne’s back as he chopped vegetables on the cutting board. finishing touches, you presumed. especially seeing the full bottle of wine on the counter, you knew he would be done soon.
you didn’t bother him.
you were patient… or nervous. whichever one. he seemed so zoned in and focused, and the dinner smelt so goddamn good. it was a shame you weren’t gonna get to it anytime soon.
“dinner’s ready!” zayne softly yells, assuming you were in the other rooms.
“i’m ready,” you whisper breathlessly from the couch.
“oh, you’re here. good, let me get the—“
the second zayne turns around he sees you in that contrasting yet sexy icy blue colour. his brows twitch slightly and his lips part frozen. you only stare back, a clear flush on your neck and cheeks.
“i’m hungry,” you state softly.
a beat of silence passes before zayne seemingly relaxes and approaches you slowly. you don’t move an inch until he stands right in front of you, towering over your exhilarated self. you look up at him, into those intense hazel eyes, and wonder what you just got yourself into.
zayne reaches up to stroke your cheek gently. he doesn’t say a word for a few long beats and instead opts to stoically admire you. then he speaks.
“go to the bedroom, i need to turn off the kitchen.”
say less!
you nod slightly.
instead of scurrying down the hall like you usually do, you move in a slow sashay, knowing zayne was watching you from the back. you felt the buzz of anticipation drum through you as you sit on the bed. distantly you could hear the stove, oven, and lights turn off in the house. it was final. it was clear communication from zayne.
i’m not paying attention to anything else but you.
when you hear his footsteps in the hallway, you almost double over in anxiety. but it was so, so good.
you keep your eyes low and down in your lap. it was only when you hear the door crack open that you glanced up at zaynes form.
“mngh,” a small noise escapes you as you see a very, very obvious tent in his pants.
zayne was slow and intentional with every movement, and you knew this side of him very, very well.
it’s when he was the most dominating. the air around him changed so intensely that you had no choice but to submit. it was addictive. you loved this side of him, and it rarely came out.
with his back to the door, zayne looks down and unbuckles his belt. the sound was loud in the silent room. yet when the buckle was undone, he doesn’t pull the belt through and undo it. he instead crosses the room until he lands right in front of you once again.
you felt a shiver go down your spine.
“zayne, i—“
“i’m starting to think you want this baby more than i do,” he rumbles while catching your jaw in between his index finger and thumb. he tilts your head up higher. “parading around in something so… god, what’re you thinking? do you want to know what i’m thinking?”
“w-what’re you thinking?”
zayne leans down until his breath ghosted over your face. “i’m thinking about making these pretty fabrics your maternity clothes.” his eyes dilate, zeroing in on your face. “i’m thinking about making you pregnant.”
no words came out of your mouth.
zayne stands to full height and traces a singular finger down your neck and to your chest, grazing your pushed breasts. “to think,” he drawls on, “that i was doing something nice by giving you a break. that maybe you’d silently appreciate not being so sore. but i guess i was starving you, wasn’t i?”
you gulp and avert your gaze to the side.
“i…”
you had no explanation.
zayne hums, “what a horrible husband i am,” he murmurs. he cups your breast and strokes the lace back and forth with his thumb. “i’ve been neglecting my beautiful,” he makes his hand down to your waist, “sweet,” now at your hip, “amazing wife,” down to your thigh. he flips you back onto the bed like a light switch. “sound familiar?”
he was hovering over you and pinning you down with that signature sharp gaze of his. a very small smirk played on his lips. you hated to admit it but you were already completely and utterly soaked for him just from this.
“z-zayne…” you mewl, “i can't take it anymore…”
“i know, darling,” zayne purrs, “i know.” his hand massages your thigh sensually but he never broke eye contact. “but i have to take my time with such a nice gift. where have you been hiding this gem from me?”
you lick your lips. “it was supposed to be one of your birthday gifts, but i thought… i could wear it now. for you.”
zayne quirk a brow. “oh, you thought it was better to bring it out now? why?” the smirk widens. “is it because you know i’ll like it so much that i’ll put a baby in you?”
you whine softly.
“hm, sorry, crude,” zayne chuckles. you could tell he was trying to hold himself back, for now at least.
he didn’t need to open your legs, they were practically already spread eagle. he steps in between them and bows into your neck. there he bites you softly with a gradual increase in pressure. he litters several shallow hickeys across your neck, creating an art piece of pale pink and red on your skin.
then, without a word, kisses down to your breasts and nuzzles into their warmth through your top. with a precise hand, he digs into the bra cup and frees your right breast from its confines. he fondles it for a silent moment before smirking and leaning in for a suck.
you sigh while feeling his experienced tongue work around your nipple, coaxing it into full growth. your hand instinctively comes up into his hair and massages his scalp to encourage his sucking.
“zayne… ah,” you exhale with fluttering eyes.
“mmh?” he responds, voice vibrating through your breast. he pops off of you and licks his lips. “just testing your ability to nurse. maybe soon there’ll be milk coming out. hm, what do you think?”
you turn your head away and bite the inside of your lip. “i think you’re getting ahead of yourself. we… we don’t know what’ll happen.”
zayne shrugs slightly while idly playing with your nipple. “you’re right, we don’t know. but there’s a chance for anything and everything. are you nervous knowing that?”
you nod.
“i’ll take care of you no matter what happens,” he whispers. “pregnant or not, i’ll handle every worry you have. i’m your husband, it’s what i do.”
you smile slightly. he was more nurturing than you sometimes. he’d make a great father and knowing that drove you insane somehow.
“now be a good girl and lift up your shirt for me.”
you listened immediately. you pulled at the edge of your sheer babydoll top and lifted it to your chest, baring your stomach and panties to him. you saw him admire your midsection before leaning in to give you more kisses. he trails them down your soft stomach and to your navel. his hands grip your hips and lift them up gently, arching you slightly against his lips. it was worshipful, affectionate.
"right here," he murmurs into your tummy.
"hm?" you question, completely dazed from arousal and anticipation.
zayne only answers your half-there, unsure expression with a smirk. he gives your stomach one more kiss and shakes his head gently. "nothing," he whispers under his breath. you drop it. the attention he gives you trails down to your navel and right above your mound.
he glances up at your pink, hazed expression. that drunk look in your eyes was everything to him. he was equally as drunk despite that bottle of wine staying sealed and unopened. his hand beginsidly stroking your thigh right underneath your laced blue panties. "whatever else you were going to gift me for my birthday," zayne rumbles, "forget it. truly, nothing else could compare to this."
"are you talking about the lingerie or the sex?" you ask with a half smile.
"everything," he responds quickly, "anything that has to do with you is gift for me. genuinely, i need nothing else." dipping his fingers into the hem of your panties, zayne begins teasing the skin underneath, causing goosebumps to run down your back and down your legs. "just like right now, i need nothing else but to enjoy you. it's the gift that keeps on giving."
he stands to full height and leans over to press his forehead to yours. keeping eye contact, he starts slowly sliding your panties down until they were pooled around your ankles. your legs never inched closed, they kept open, baring everything without shame. despite how many times zayne has seen and felt you, you always got a little girlishly shy when you saw the amazed, exhilarated look on his face.
you bit your lip as he moves down and presses a kiss to your clit. just that little sensation had you going.
"zayne," you sigh out softly, but he was focused. he also had no shame. he spreads your lips apart and chuckles as you whine in embarrassment. he takes a look at everything, every dripping wet part of you that no one else has seen. he commits the sight, smell, and feel of you to memory. and soon, the taste too.
"i'm going to taste everything you have to give me," he purrs while nudging his nose to your clit, "and then i'm going to pull these beautiful panties you spent so much money on back up, and then i'll give that baby, yeah? sound good?"
you nodded frantically, "yes please."
"that right, my good girl," he praises before pressing another kiss to your nub. he wastes no time on flowery language. immediately his lips latch onto you and begin sucking, causing you to arch off the bed and grip onto zayne's head of hair.
"z...zayne, ah, n-no going easy on me t-tonight?" you try to half-joke as your lower half gets devored.
"nope," he responds against your sweetness. he pops off for a second and smiles with glistening lips. "not after this stunt you're pulling. absolutely no." and with that, he reattaches himself to you and begins lapping at every ridge of your folds. fuck that pad thai.
his tongue worked in ways mysterious to even you - his wife. no one could do it like he could. each swipe up and down your pussy had you writhing and crying for an impossible more, more, more. it was like a terrible itch your skin was finally being scratched after being ignored for what seemed like an eternity.
god you were going crazy.
"zayne," you cry out his name sweetly. his name is like a comfort. it's the first word your lips form whenever pleasure hits you. half the time you don't even know you're moaning his name, it just comes out.
zayne doesn't relent or let his focus be swayed by anything else, though. he's a man of business! he has a job to get done!
by hooking his palms onto the backs of your knees, he pushes your legs up higher to your chest, holding you there with easy strength as his mouth takes advantage of the new depth the position gave him. you feel his tongue slide down to not only tease the area around your entrance, but to dip in, shallowly giving you a penetrative feel. you melt immediately.
"zayne, please," you whine, now actually saying his name with purpose. "zayne, please, i really can't take it right now, please i just need you inside," you beg, hoping he'd give you some reprieve.
he slowly pulls away from your pussy and licks his lips instinctively. "you can't take it anymore?" he repeats, "you're the one who got yourself into this situation, now you're whining about it?"
his direct words only make you groan. can he just... just get inside!
you grab his shoulders and pull him up to your face, hands then reaching to cup his cheeks. forehead to forehead like this, you knew you had all the advantage.
with your brows knitted up and eyes fluttering halfway, you feign a sweet, desperate princess look. "please..." you whisper, "i need you. please, baby."
it took a long time for him to respond. your answer from him didn't come through lustful words or a hurried attempt to free himself, though. instead, he lets out a heavy deep breath from his nose that fans your face. he's relented. you can see it in his face even if he won't say it.
you don't attempt to break the tense silence zayne builds between you two. you just keep your hands on his cheeks, looking between his eyes and wallowing in his dark gaze. he drops one of your legs, and from there, you can hear him free himself from the confines of his boxers. he didn't once take his eyes off you, though.
it wasn't a challenge, but you matched his gaze with a dulcet one. the only break in your expression was when you felt his thick, burning hot tip breach you with slow intensity. you inhale softly, lips quivering.
it was agonizing how each inch went in. it felt like it went on forever, but you could tell this pace was intentional from him. but it only made it so much better.
"zayne, zayne... fuck," you curse, finally giving up your deer-like stare to close your eyes.
he kisses the underside of your chin. "i wanted your panties back on, so i could fuck you in the full set," he murmurs, "but it seems like you're too desperate to even think about anything but my cock."
he stays fully seated into you for several long seconds to allow you to feel the scorch of his body inside yours. it was excruciatingly pleasureful. then, without any more encore or delay, he picks up the leg he let go and brings it back into position. both your knees were essentially on either side your chin, turning you folded for him once more.
"yeah," you shake your head, relenting, "yeah that's all i can think about. you. what you do to me. what i want you to do to me. i don't want to think about anything else."
zayne simply looks over your pliant form, silently appreciating the view. "trust me," he grunts as he moves into his first thrust, "i'm thinking about what i can do to you too."
nothing and no one could've pulled him out now. he was stuck here until he achieved his ultimate goal.
his goal of impregnating you, of course!
slow, heavy thrusts is how he starts out, causing loud clapping noises as he batters into you with every ounce of devotion. you were already choked up from the first thrust; let alone this punishing pace he was setting. you could do nothing but lay there and take it. occasionally you'd let out a moan of his name, and occasionally he'd touch you in a way that asked, "are you okay?"
you were never better!
but beside that, there was no talking between you two, just skin to skin noises and sounds of pleasure. the thing was, though, zayne did lot of talking his hands.
at some point, he'd let go of your legs but kept them up with his body. instead, his palms were over your waist and midsection, mapping you out like something precious. his gaze was intense there.
you were hardly aware of what he was doing except for, y'know, the fucking you part. but other than that, you didn't notice the yearning in his eyes. you didn't notice the way he talked under his breath.
"i'll do anything you want," zayne whispers, barely audible. "i'm yours, i'm your husband, and i want your children. look at you. how can a body like this not get pregnant? you're so fertile, so full of life. let me make you a mother." he glances up at you who was just completely and utterly swept away in the waves of pleasure. "mother of my kids..."
you were wrecked two hours in, but in that time span zayne had managed to fill you four times over. he had unbelievable stamina that, somehow, was still not fully drained; he only stopped because you were getting uncomfortable.
on the stool beside the bathtub you were soaking in, zayne gently washed you while taking breaks to stare and talk to you.
"are you sure i didn't prolong it?" he asks with genuine regret lacing his voice. the way you were wincing and moaning made him feel extremely guilty.
"no, no, not at all," you reassure with a floppy smile. "please, i wanted that so bad, you have no idea. i literally had to invoke it out of you, made us miss dinner and everything." but, still sensing his worry, you reach out to touch his wrist, catching his curiosity. quickly, you steal a kiss before pulling back. "it was so good. unbelievable actually. baby-making sex has you acting all different."
zayne lets out a breath that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. "so, i'm not as good when we're having 'regular' sex?" he asks, going back to the leg he was working on scrubbing.
"that's not what i meant and you know that. i'm just saying that... i feel the determination more. literally."
he glances up at your face. both your warm look and gentle words made his expression ease up from guilt. "yeah, i can feel it too. like my body has a mind of it's own when..." he looks back up at you, unsure if he should finish that thought. he shakes his head and decides against it. "after the bath, i'll tuck you in and we'll eat dinner. usually i'd advise against eating so close to bedtime but... i think we earned it. i think you earned it."
you giggle softly and reach out to pinch his ear. "ahh, you're getting all mushy, gushy on me. yes, you're right, i do deserve it. only the best for mama, right?" the words felt strange coming out of you. you weren't mama and you weren't sure if you wanted to be mama. but you were more less teasing him, and he knew that.
zayne lets out a small but genuine laugh. "yes, only the best for mama."
hey! you made it to the end! here's a taglist of people who asked me a year ago, lol! thank you guys for waiting... if you even gaf anymore...
t/c: @aurumswiss , @calistaxoxo24 , @iridum , @grandesteartherquakedreamer , @track5enthusiast , @dawnbreakerbrokeme , @biblioth-que , @certainduckanchor , @dummiebunny , @weragarisa , @lcnelyhrtsclub , @inzayneforaj , @jo260401 , @callads7
idk if you do requests but if you do can do them all the boys where mc just kinda goes
"are you busy?" "no?" "do you need both of your arms?" "no?" "can I have one?"
and then proceeds to just chew on their arm. please? thank you (even if u dont thank u for reading)
let me be a cannibal
✎ᝰ a/n: oh, what’s this? navydoves has posted for the first time in many moons? yes, that is right! i just finished my freshman year of college. crazy to think i started to post here midway through my senior year of HS lol.
this request has been in my drafts for a WHILE so there will DEFINITELY be writing style changes. please ignore. i hope i’m slowly becoming better.
✎ᝰ sum: you bite. simple. (not proofread).
Xavier
parallel play was big between you two. your head was laid against xavier's shoulder, tilted slightly to face the game you were playing on your handheld. his head rested atop yours, facing a book he was lightly reading.
your proximity was close, maybe a little too close? you couldn't help but continue to glance over at him and his passive form. your eyes traced down to his bare arm, moles and freckles that you loved sprinkled there.
"how's the reading?" you ask in a murmur. your attention wasn't really on the game in your lap.
"it's interesting, to say the least, but it's become a bit boring now," he replies with a slight shrug. it was a book he had already read, you didn't understand why couldn't just choose a new one. "may i have a turn?" xavier asks while pointing to the console that was now idly playing game music.
you nod yes, but it was more-less an instinctive reaction rather than a true response. "sure, but you’ll have to give me something in return. how about i steal one of your arms for a moment? good cause, i swear." a slight smile quirks at your lips, one of mirth and interest.
he raises a brow and lifts his arm up for you, silently questioning what his you was thinking. "what're you gonna d- ah!"
you takes a bite of your forearm, sinking your teeth lightly in his skin just enough to cause a jolt in you and not enough to break skin. as you chew gently, he looks down at you with those innocent baby blue eyes, now holding a faux ache behind them.
it didn't hurt, but what were you doing?!
you bare a bright grin as you pull back from his forearm. xavier was stunned for a second, both by your beautiful smile and the sudden impulsive decision you made to eat him.
in some relent, he breathes out a laugh and traces the marks on his arm.
"i am just as inedible as the food i try to cook you, star. unless you're feeling a very specific type of hunger?" he facetiously raises a brow.
caused by his audacious manner, you retract yourself and become wordless, a sudden heat flushing your neck. he laughs again. at least he wasn't upset.
"relax, i know i'm the best snack for you."
Zayne
spending more than a few nights at zayne's was sometimes a bit of a gamble. the rather capable and forward-thinking man could sometimes get so wrapped up in his work that taking care of himself (and, sometimes, by proxy, you!) became difficult.
that's what you thought at least when you opened his fridge only to be greeted with icy air and protein shakes.
you sigh and close the doors back up with an air of incredulity around you. how and where did this man eat? it surely wasn't in his house. decisively, you walk the hall that led to his office to confront him about his barren kitchen while consequently hoping he'd just order takeout.
"zayne?" you call to his rather softly. you didn't want to disturb him too much.
his fingers were still typing through automation as he turned his head to you. he gives you a small hum of acknowledgement.
"yes? you look pensive, what's the matter, love?"
"the matter is that you have a three course meal of hopes and dreams in the kitchen. how am i supposed to eat here? i'm withering away already."
you fully invite yourself into his office and beeline for his desk chair to only hover around him obtrusively. zayne sighs and turns his chair around to meet your face.
"i apologize, i haven't gone grocery shopping in a long while. what do you want to eat? i can order you some food for tonight then we can go shopping tomorrow." he smiles, trying to be amicable. "what do you say?"
the hunger pangs in your stomach were no joke. what kind of future husband would he be if he didn't think to even feed you?!
you smile back, but it wasn't as kind as his. "alright," you hum, "can i just... see your arm real quick?"
unknowingly, trustingly, and curious, zayne lifts his arm to your discretion, but then quickly regrets it. your teeth sink into zayne's arm so quickly that he doesn't have time to react and pull back.
"ah...!" he lets out a small noise of surprise rather than pain. "what is this? retribution? am i suddenly phasing into a giant sushi roll for you to eat?” he tries to shake you off but to no avail.
you giggle while still latched onto him then pull away with, now, a more genuine smile. you lick the bit area and then kiss it.
"that sounds like a great suggestion, baby. it's sushi night tonight."
Rafayel
rafayel is still slightly soaked from his refreshing shower. he never knew a shower could be as luxurious as this given that he only took baths, but he wasn't complaining.
he towel dried his hair and meandered his way into the studio room where he knew you still were. you had been trying to sharpen your painting skills whenever you came over your boyfriend's place, considering he only had every colour in existence at his disposal. but unfortunately for you, you were unartistic and an easy quitter.
"hey," rafayel chirps sweetly as he wraps his arms around your neck from behind, "any luck so far? you still seem frustrated." your groan answers his question before your words do.
"nothing," you mutter with an edge of annoyance to your voice. your nose tickles the skin of his damp forearm. before you could continue what would be your barrage of frustrations about how none of the colours were mixing right, you catch a whiff of his clean skin. "mm, you smell good. is this a new bodywash? it's so nice."
rafayel gives a small, haughty chuckle which tells you your assumption was right. "yes! amazing that you noticed, i wasn't sure if i should've been switching my signature scent to something..."
somewhere in the distance you could hear rafayel on his long-winded rant about soap something... something... wow he smelt really good, didn't he? what was he saying again?
you stare down at his forearm, eyes focusing on the shiny wet skin that smelt like sea flowers and sand. your silence that had pandered on for several seconds alerts his curiosity. he tilts his head down to look at you.
"you alright?" he asks in a curious voice.
"you have to forgive me for this," you abruptly murmur before biting down on his forearm with a strong force. rafayel yelps immediately.
"hey! hey! get off me!" he cries out, struggling against the pressure of your teeth. "what is this, some sort of attack?! when did you become a piranha?! let go!"
tasting the soap and smelling the soap were two different experiences, sure, but up this close your senses were filled with the addictive fragrance. after getting a good hit in, you pull off and grin brightly at rafayel, who was now looking at you horrified.
"this is your new signature scent."
SYLUS
sylus's home was your home. it felt good to say that. you, owner of several multi-million estates at your young age? it was nice playing house, you wouldn't lie. the only downside was, if you ever came to visit impromptu, there was a very good chance sylus nor his twins wouldn't be there.
his missions were endless, it seemed. not that it bothered you too much, but there were days where your text or calls wouldn't go through and you'd spend your time waiting for his return.
today was one of those days.
at this point in the day, sylus's arrival was nothing but a passive thought. you were too busy making yourself at home, anyway. even when the familiar sounds of the doors opening, the security system beeping, and the heavy steps that belong in the halls came back, you didn't move.
"darling?" sylus rumbles almost affectionately as he sees your sprawled form on his couch. you simply glance at him.
"hey."
sylus raises a brow. he knew your antics and he knew when you were actually upset about something. this wasn't something like that, which put him on edge. "hey?" he repeats, "is that all the greeting i get? have i offended your peace and quiet with my presence?"
a small smile tugs on your lips but drops, which only makes sylus more curious. "no, no offense taken here," you reply. you finally fully turn your head to him and motion him over. he obeys and stands at the couch arm, gently stroking the crown of your head.
"are you sure there isn't something on your mind?" he asks, now little more concerned.
you give it some faux thought. "yeah actually one thing, any fights today? any injuries taken?"
sylus shakes his head, believing this was you worrying about his safety. you should know better. "no, none at all."
"wrong!" you blurt out loudly. you quickly whip your head around and bite sylus's hovering arm which earns you a flinch and small gasp from him. he doesn't do anything to defend himself or stop you, just looks at you crazy for a second before laughing softly.
"oh? a planned attack on me?" sylus purrs.
you pull back fully with righteous indignation now blanketing your earlier apathy. "no! a punishment for leaving me!" you whine before going back in for another bite. sylus has much less of a reaction now. noticing his amusement and how he literally doesn't give a FUCK, you pull back again, frowning.
sylus laughs again, pushing his forearm closer to your mouth. "what? what's wrong, love? continue, i haven't been punished properly yet."
CALEB
by default, your caleb robot (joke) came equipped with babying features. where any chance he got, at any given time, caleb was prone to babying you.
now pair this function with that time of the month. yeah, you were getting the princess treatment for sure.
"caleb! this isn't right flavor of ice-cream! i told you i wanted chunky monkey!" you whine. no, you didn't tell him that, actually, you just asked for chocolate ice cream which he bought for you, but you liked making problems on purpose.
caleb walks into your room with an exasperated but amused smile on his face. "that's definitely not what you said, pipsqueak, but i can go buy you that chunky monkey if you really want it."
now you were even more frustrated. stop being so accommodating caleb! "no, it's all ruined now, i don't even care," you groan. "just tell me where my heating pad is, i asked you fourty minutes ago to bring it, and here i am, still cold!"
caleb chuckles softly to himself and walks over to your bedside. he places his large, warm palm on your navel and hums. "oh wow, you're burning hot pipsqueak, you sure you need a heating pad? or you just like bossing me around?"
but his tease triggers a whiny slap to the wrist from you. "you know i need it, you're just neglecting me in my time of need. you really don't care about me."
but your accusation doesn't faze him. "ah, really, i don't care about you?" he repeats while lightly tracing your abdomen. "i only bought you your pads, cooked you every meal, rushed to get every craving you had, warmed up your heating pad, which, by the way, you didn't get because you ordered me to go get you some... 'chunky monkey' ice cream. i've only waited on you hand and foot, pips, what else would you need?"
words weren't doing you any sort of justice right now, you had to be annoying in a different way otherwise he would smite you down with that charm and love. you forget you grew up with him; he had the same sharp tongue you did.
without a word you extend your arm to grab his and pull him down, feigning an innocent look that would melt him.
"oh, you just need cuddles? that's it? i can do th- ah!" caleb's words were completely cut off by your sudden act of defiance. your teeth, in his arm, unmoving! his first instinct is to shake you off gently, but his second instinct is to just let you do as you please, which he always ends up at the latter.
your teeth sink in at a decent depth into his skin, but you weren't looking to make him bleed as well. you could do that for the both of you. you wanted to pull back but caleb had a cheeky grin on his face that told you he would only tease you more if you relented. but still, you got tired.
"ew, you taste gross," you mutter as peel off. you felt slightly shy at the entertainment caleb was getting from this.
"yeah, i taste nothing like that 'chunky monkey', i assume," he laughs, "say if you want me as dessert, you'll have to wait until your cycle is over... unless you want to- ah!"
same reaction, harsher bite.
I feel like Colonel Caleb potential need to be talked more
✎ᝰ i agree!
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colonel caleb who loves walking around in his uniform all day because he knows it flusters you a little bit. he loves the way your eyes rake over his very modest appearance. he knows even in this, he can win you over.
colonel caleb who invited you over to the fleet (even though he’s technically not supposed to) just so he can show off how much authority and power he has over his crew.
colonel caleb who loves seeing you dress up all girly and feminine just so you can contrast his more masculine, authoritative look. he loves when you two go out and he can not only show off how pretty you are but also show off how protective he is of you in that suit of his.
colonel caleb who doesn’t bother stripping during sex because he loves asserting his dominance over you while in his uniform.
colonel caleb who makes you call him ‘colonel’ or ‘sir’ in bed because it turns both him and you on. the best type of submission doesn’t come from his fleet crew, but instead, comes from you when you’re squirming and pawing at him to give you more.
colonel caleb who has you sit on his lap during fleet meetings or while he’s piloting because he really enjoys making it uncomfortably obvious to everyone else that you’re his.
colonel caleb letting you tie his tie everyday before he goes off to work and never caring how messy or unkempt it looks because he loves that you try anyway.
colonel caleb letting you hold and polish his guns while he watches you very carefully incase you accidentally fire it. he knows you have hunter experience but he wouldn’t let himself live if you got hurt.
colonel caleb who likes putting his pilot hat on you while you’re riding him and making jokes about how you’re “hitting turbulence.”
colonel caleb who lets you walk with him down the army line of saluting men despite you not being allowed to do so without a formal title.
colonel caleb who calls you his army wife to his colleagues and to your face. and when people point out that you don’t even have a ring on your finger, he teasingly smiles at you and says: “soon, right mrs. xia?”
colonel caleb who lets you play around in his office all day when he’s busy because you’ve always liked the cool mechanics and gadgets the fleet has.
colonel caleb who doesn’t board any plane without giving you a deep, intimate kiss beforehand and letting you know he loves you very dearly.
From Xavier girl to Xavier girl..have you seen his new myth??OMG we need some headcannons with our king(nsfw and sfw) if you want to ofc and thx🩷
not me coming back from my hiatus for kingvier… i wish i could describe to you how much i love him and his new myth but words don’t do my intense feelings justice. i don’t know anyone more devoted than him…anyway i’ll let my headcanons do their thing.
King Xavier Headcanons
✎ᝰ cw: NSFW & SFW, MYTH SPOILERS!
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SFW
♛ since you’ve made it a habit of braiding his hair, xavier makes it a habit back. he’ll idly braid your hair while you sleep, read, write, in conversation. he’s gotten to know your hair and it’s texture enough that he’ll always notice when it’s mussed up or especially clean.
♛ shadowbind is not just his horse, it’s yours now too. he teaches you to take care of him and sooner or later the stallion is attached to you. xavier will take you on late night rides through the fields to help clear your head and get you fresh air. he’ll always let you sit in front and he’ll always hold you tight from the back.
♛ he gets you your own throne… and then teases you with it. he’ll see you sitting there like a queen and playfully kneel to you. he’ll play with you. say “fetch me some water,” the eager king is scrambling to get you a glass. “i’m too tired to walk down these steps,” the eager king picks you up immediately. while sparring you’ll land a decisive hit on his chest and he’ll dramatically stumble back and beg for your mercy. “please, my queen! i will challenge you no longer!”
♛ speaking of sparring, if there’s one thing king xavier loves doing, it’s tending to you. you point at every place he hit you too hard and pout. he’ll smile and nod. “here?” he kisses your shoulder. “where else? here?” he kisses your wrist. “where else does it hurt, your majesty?” he kisses your hip. “you seem to be hurting everywhere. do not fret, i have enough kisses.”
♛ stations himself outside of your door for hours on end just to make sure you’re not bothered by the reverants or having another bad dream. he listens to every sigh and sound. he doesn’t sleep much already, but he’d rather spend his spare time waiting on you anyway.
♛ sometimes the crown gets too heavy and annoying for him, so he asks you to make him flower crowns to replace them. each week you’ll design a new crown of different colors and intricacies for him to wear, and each crown he preserves in glass boxes on display around his castle. king xavier is more sentimental than he looks.
NSFW
♛ not too much of a patient guy… at all. if he wants you then he really wants you, he doesn’t want to wait if he doesn’t have to. he lets you know by placing his cold, armored hands on your hips and tilts you back to his front. he’s not shy with his words either. “you don’t wear armor like i do, instead you parade around in thin silk and expect me to not notice how beautiful you look.”
♛ on the throne. yeah. particularly eating you out on the throne. the throne room is so large and vast, your moans would echo out so loudly that it just makes the entire experience better. why is sex and intimacy limited to just the bedroom? this is his castle after all, and you are his queen. he has every right. but the throne is so intimate. it’s made of only the most precious materials, materials that shimmer and shine whenever you come on them. sometimes he’ll have you such a wreck that your arousal will drip from the seat and onto the floors. he won’t stop until you’re sliding off the seat but even then, he’ll hold you down and dig his head beneath your dress and drink until the seat is dry again.
♛ likes it semi-public. i’m talking not obvious but… suspicious. like if you’re in a crowd of people and stagnant for awhile… why can’t he just slip it in? he’ll give a look, one you know all too well. you could stop him and tell him to wait but… you could also enjoy yourself. “up for me,” he murmurs by your ear, referring to your dress. everything is pulled aside to be able to fill you. his body and armor are big enough to shield what’s really happening, but sometimes it’s a close call. he thrusts gently when people are talking to you or him and it makes you stutter and stumble a bit. when the attention isn’t so intense, he’ll lean down and nibble on your ear while verbally teasing you. “you’re so tight that you’re dragging me everywhere you go by my cock. excited, my queen?”
♛ one thing led to another but… you really liked his sword… and he really liked that you really liked his sword. so he wanted to see just how much you liked it. “just like that, slower,” he rumbles. xavier’s sat on a chair by your bed, watching you hump the scabbard of the sword. all the rough and bumpy details make for good stimulation on your clit. king xavier likes watching. he likes directing. “spread a bit more for me. does it feel good grinding on it? all those intricate, beautiful designs, crafted to be revered and shine bright, are now being used as your toy. maybe i’ll fight better next time if you come all over it.”
♛ favorite position: cow girl… or reverse! why? it’s the most convenient. he loves every position, but he looovvesss having you on his lap and he looovvessss watching. on his throne? cowgirl works best. on the horse? reverse cowgirl. on a field in his arms, bow bow bow, cowgirl. it’s also a very easy position to switch into other positions. your size does not matter, he’s too strong for his own good. one flip and you’re in missionary. another one, you’re on your side. it’s the best!
♛ loves draping you in his clothes. he wants you completely naked… and then he wants to throw his cape and crown on you. that’s it. he loves sex this way. the cape is way too big for you and his crown doesn’t nestle properly on your head, but he doesn’t want you to look prim and proper when in bed with him, he wants you to be a mess. it’s a not-so-subtle way of saying that you are his. not ownership, but your love, attention, affection, devotion all belong to him and him only, same way his belong to you. for too long he’s been just king. so he needs to make sure you know now that it’s king and queen.
could you put your longer writings under a read more cut please
WHAATT i didn’t know you could do that… i just learned that today. on my phone it automatically cuts the fics but on desktop i was always so annoyed at all the scrolling.
If holding you hostage nicely until we get a happy ending cause I can’t take a bad ending haven’t all the LIs experience enough with their myths kill MC or something instead they can’t die 😭
you’re crazy if you think i’m gonna write an entire new thing for a happy ending to blood bag. it’s happy if you SQUINT. it’s true, there’s a lot of angst in lads already, but hey, i warned everyone! since day 1!
i’ll only ever write an alt. end if there’s enough demand but there 100% won’t be so… yknow… :3
✎ᝰ. summary. you’re a vampire, you need blood. sylus is the most powerful man on this side of the planet. he has what you need.
✎ᝰ. cw. it's all angst this chapter bro
✎ᝰ. wc. 9.5k
✎ᝰ. a/n. heyyy... long time no see. i swear i have a good excuse this time. i just graduated and have been traveling a bit for my summer, lol! but no worries, this is the last chapter of blood bag so no more long breaks from me, hehe.
i will warn you all, this is the angstiest chapter so far, but it ranks as my favorite. when i tell you i SLAVED away writing this. like i'm tired bro. as usual not proofread and i will fix as time goes on, pls ignore bad grammar.
i really hope the wait was worth it and that you all don't kill me for what's in here. a lot of foreshadow and in-between-the-lines writing. hopefully it's all understood. enjoyyyyy! or don't...
ch1 ch2 ch3
fear was a common experience throughout the n109 zone. with it being one of the most dangerous and reckless sovereignties there were to date, fear was an emotion you felt when you first stepped in, but lost once you finally got acclimated.
so while fear was common, it was also uncommon to feel. it depended on who you were.
luke and kieran felt little to no fear while working alongside the sovereignty ruler. but that spell was broken when the sovereignty ruler forced them to experience fear again.
“what are you two doing?”
“boss! we swear it isn’t what it looks like!” luke interjects quickly.
“yes, please, we were just trying to help,” kieran adds on. he was subconsciously trying to block your body from view despite trying to convince sylus that it was okay.
sylus doesn’t say anything for a few very long, terse moments. and luke and kieran knew better than to continue scrambling for an excuse.
sylus fixes his gaze at you, past the two mumbling and fearful twins. you don't stay anything, you don't look any particular type of way. surely, you've been through worse than being interrogated by a pair of emotional kids. the small cut in your neck told sylus that they didn't get far and they wouldn't have gotten far in the first place.
to truly disobey and go behind sylus, their guardian himself? never.
sylus lets out one, dry, and humorless laugh. "help? after i've repeatedly told the two of you to stay out of my business, your tactic of help is to intervene? do you see what sort of nonsense logic that is?"
"you're the one who's taught us to fight for what we want!" kieran rebuttals. "we... we want you back, boss! you're sick and it's her doing!" kieran points an accusatory finger at you, but your expression doesn't change. what was humoring at first was now exhausting to your brain.
sylus looks back at you. there was a stark difference between the emotions he felt looking at the twins and then looking at you. one face made him feel rage while the other calmed him down instantly. favourites had already been chosen, it seemed.
"you know nothing of sick," sylus simply responded, except this time he didn't look back at the twins, he kept his gaze on you. "sick is what i've been these past few decades. sick with no help or remedy. you two... know nothing of sick."
sylus calmly walks further into the room and past the twins. as much as they wanted to stand their ground, it was over. they would never stand against sylus. he walks to you and with a simple tilt of his finger, frees you from your confines and helps you stand.
"boss," luke finally speaks up, "then please, help us understand. what is it you've been suffering from? what is it that this vampire brings you that cures you? i... i know you're upset, but we've only acted because we... we know nothing about you, not anymore."
sylus makes sure your wrists and ankles were alright first before even considering luke's words. gently, he cups the back of your head and brings your head against his chest protectively. still, his eyes laid on you and not the twins behind him.
"i'm tired, luke," sylus simply responds, "and this girl here... is tired as well."
that was everything sylus had to say. all the explanation he was willing to offer.
gently, with his hand on the small of your back, sylus guides you to the bedroom door. he doesn't pay mind to the soft crying sounds of kieran or the defeat noise coming luke. once at the threshold, sylus turns his head to the side to luke and kieran.
"this is your final warning. next time, you're sent off to base for corrections and won't return until i say so."
a tense pause.
"i love you two, but i've become sick of your games."
like nothing, the bedroom door closes behind sylus and you, leaving the twins alone once again.
luke glances at his brother with a mix of regret and exhaustion plaguing his mind. he puts a reassuring hand on the quiet, crying kieran and looks down at their feet.
"we fucked up."
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sylus leads you away from that specific hall. this manor held enough bedrooms to fit half of the n109 zone and all he needed to do was find one far away enough for comfort.
a few floors up and a few halls down, you sat quietly on the edge of a guest bed with sylus behind you laid down on the mattress. the walk here was silent and getting situated here was too. you weren't hurt apart from the small nick on your neck. the most you faced was an annoying interruption from your slumber and a few bouts of guilt.
guilt you had to voice at least a little. "sylus," you whisper while keeping your gaze down at your dangling feet. he makes a noise of acknowledgement. "how badly... do you need me?"
the question was odd... unspecified, but sylus didn't spend his time pondering on it. he knew his answer. "i don't remember the last time i needed something so much."
"but..." you mumble, "i'm also greedy. i feel like i can't survive without your blood. to put two greedy people together like this..."
"greed is all i've known," sylus states flatly. "i've been greedy for power, for weaponry, for success, for influence, but i've never been greedy for a person. you feed me back."
"is that how you see it?"
"yes. do you see it differently?"
you squint your eyes before closing them all the way and shaking your head. "no. i want to be greedy. it's all i've known too. i don't remember what it's like to be human anymore, i've only faked it for survival but it never felt real. it felt like a charade."
sylus makes another noise of acknowledgement. "then, i don't see a problem here."
he sits up and stares at your back for a few moments before moving to your side of the bed. he sat right behind you, heat radiating off of his larger body. you only tensed for a second before relaxing in his presence.
sylus admires the slope of your neck and shoulders with quiet eyes. he moves his hands to your waist and rubs you over your new gifted dress with slow intensity. you could feel his breathing fanning your nape.
you don't question it, or at least you try not to. he was so strange like this. upset one second and calm the next. his moodiness was no stranger to you, after all, he once planned to kill you and was now tenderly touching your body.
"do you need blood?" sylus asks lowly by your ear. "i feel more energized after sleeping, it could be good for you."
"... yeah, i'll go for some blood."
sylus shifts your body around to mount you on his lap. a faint, quick smile appears on his lips as he strokes the back of your head and waits for you to take the lead. you notice his sudden calmness and decided now was the best time to feed anyway.
you lean into his neck and sniff it out his skin first before licking the area you planned to bite. while before, you'd rush the bites and feeding sessions, you now took more meticulous steps and effort. after a few good licks you sink in your teeth into sylus's neck until the entirety of your fangs were enveloped by his flesh. a mutual groan escapes both you and him.
"there we go," sylus praises softly. a mix of pain and euphoria runs through his body as he feels your rather gentle sucks against his skin. he presses you closer into him and tilts his head back to allow you more access. "you're doing good."
"i don't need the chit-chat," you muffle against his throat.
"right, apologies."
just like every time before, without fail, the intoxicating taste of dragon blood has you hazed and addicted. nothing felt or tasted better than this, nothing at all. no human guilty pleasure and no animal blood could match the pleasure and satiation given to you by this man.
your eyes flutter close, and your hands knead sylus's arms desperately. while such rich and tasty blood usually left you feeling powerful and strong, you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of vulnerability within sylus's arms. all these lifetimes later, he still smelt the same and still felt the same. the memory burned.
a life long forgotten by these two monsters came back all the familiar with just one embrace.
sylus positioned his head back straight and bent down to peek at your hungry expression. but seeing an emotional and helpless look be in its place instead allowed a surge of protectiveness to course through him. he held you tighter, straining the muscles in his forearms.
"drink, drink all you need. it's alright," he whispered into your hair. you couldn't even respond. his lips peppered slow and gentle kisses over the crown of your head to help soothe whatever turmoil was going on within you. it was subtle, too. the way your eyes clamped tighter than before, the way your lips quivered slightly. it was almost imperceptible, but sylus knew it so well. almost as if he truly knew you.
sylus himself was also a melting pot of emotions. an affection once lost grew back tenfold and was mixed in with his feelings of pleasure. but barely could his mind even register these sensations with such intense blood loss.
he held you tight again before slowly losing his grip. in came the unfortunate side effect of providing for you - the exhaustion.
you pulled back before it could get too much worse, though. every time you fed you could feel sylus's heartbeat in your fangs, and when it slowed down too much, you always stopped.
you glanced up at him while licking away the remnants of blood from your lips. he was, by the looks of it, dizzy and trying to keep awake. this was the first your feeding had affected him so much. too much blood... you'd taken too much blood. and not just from this session, from all your sessions. it was catching up to him.
"sylus?" you meekly say his name in hopes of grabbing his attention before it fizzled out.
"ah... my head," he laments softly. with a surge of effort he decides to looks down at you and give you his attention. he smiles, genuinely. "was that good for you? it was good for me."
you nod, but not without worry simmering in the back of your mind. "it was... amazing, as usual. you said your head hurt? maybe you should lay down." you push sylus backward onto the bed and he easily follows. he shifts until he was laid on the pillow, over the covers, and comfortably by your side. silently, you scoot off the bed and walk to the connected bathroom of the guest room. a few minutes later you emerge with a cup of water and bring it to the bedside table. "it's sink water with a toothbrush cup, but i hope it works," you say softly.
sylus glances at the cup but spares it little attention in comparison to you. "thank you, but i recover easily. i don't need the worry."
"i'm not worried," you were, "but it's not a fun sight seeing someone in distress. i've already told you i don't like hurting people." you climb the bed once more and sit politely on your knees next to him. "your recovery time has gotten worse."
sylus grunts. "it has. i'll be back to normal regardless."
the small admission takes both you and him aback. not only has he gotten weaker, butstill more vulnerable and honest.
sylus blinks a few times and shifts his gaze to your face. he scrutinizes you for a moment. "you've changed too. you're not feeding as desperately. you seemed a bit more... sensitive today."
you flush from slight embarrassment. you didn't think sylus could notice your sentimentality while feeding. "um," you hesitate, "i suppose i'm still shaken from earlier. yknow, with your twins." a lie.
sylus's expression drops. he makes a disapproving noise. "i don't know what they were thinking, they shouldn't have done that to you. they treated you like a monster. it made me so furious but i couldn't take it out on them."
you shake your head profusely. "no, it's alright. i could tell they weren't really going to do anything. i could also tell that they care a lot about you. i'm okay, really. i've been through worse."
you stares at sylus in hopes of getting some type of understanding reaction out of him but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. you see his hand lift and land on your knee, thumb now caressing you back and forth.
"not anymore," he grumbles.
"hm?"
"you won't be going through anymore with me. i'll keep you safe, i'll give you a good life. i don't want anyone to stand in the way of that, not even luke and kieran."
sylus's words make you swallow. unsure, uncertain, confused, none of these words were even close to what you felt. no matter his or your betrayal, it seemed that deep down he still loved you, but did you still feel the same? you knew nothing of love anymore; you only knew greed. you only wanted to use him and admitting that verbally or mentally hurt.
"sylus..." you whisper out his name cautiously.
he sits up and rubs the side of his head once more before zeroing in on you. he slides his hand up a little higher to the beginning of your thigh. he says your name gently to get your attention.
"can we have sex?"
the whirlwind of chaos within you suddenly came to a stop. you froze at his ask, wondering if maybe you just misheard him. his timing was almost comical.
meeting your eyes with his you could see a slight hopefulness in them mixed with a look of desire. and yet, his expression was only the second most interesting thing in the room apart from your dumbfounded face. the first most interesting thing was prominent at his navel, poking and large with no attempts of being hidden by sylus.
what could you even say?
"n...no," you stammer, flushed. the hopefulness in sylus dies. "i... i just... need blood, i don't need anything else."
sylus wets his lips in dejection and removes his hand from your leg. he nods slightly. "i understand," he whispers, "i apologize if i've made you uncomfortable."
"i... no it... i'm okay. you haven't done anything."
an awkward silence emerges between you and him. and yet, his obvious sign of arousal wasn't going down. you almost wanted to soothe him, but not in that manner. the upset plastered on his face made you yourself upset, and you didn't like that. if he was offering you a lavish, safe life, the least you could was tend to him. even a little. after all, no matter how much turmoil there was between you two, it was still one soul you shared.
and there was really only one way you knew how to soothe him.
"sylus, can i feed?"
sylus perks up in surprise. he furrows his brows at you. "you didn't get enough? you should've told me." he gently tugs your wrist so you could get back on his lap. "come feed, i feel better now."
you apprehensively climb back onto sylus, nestling your legs on either side of his hips and sitting directly on his crotch. both of you ignored the intimate touching that was happening there.
"are you sure you feel better? it hasn't been long at all. i can wait," you say almost insistently. you didn't need blood at all, you were just doing this for him.
"if there's one thing that can make me feel better," sylus murmurs against your neck, "it's your teeth in me." he doesn't pull back right away to let you begin, instead he keeps his attention on the curve of your neck and jaw. gently, he trails kisses down the line of your throat and to your collarbones before moving up to your ear. he lets out a soft sigh. "let me... just have this."
you were frozen on his lap as he gave you sensual affections. your hands didn't know what to do except tug on the sleeves of his shirt, helping yourself keep grounded in such a heated atmosphere.
let him have this, you repeated in your head, just like he let you have him.
my virgin.
sylus presses his palms flat against your back and pushes you impossibly closer to his chest. he took advantage of your smaller form to maneuver you how he wanted, all while still treading the fine line between being needy and being forceful.
forcing you? making you unbearably uncomfortable? never, ever. but your soft sighs and shallow breaths told him you weren't as apprehensive as he might've thought.
he continues his kisses back down to the base of your neck and nibbles your skin there. he nips and nips until he could no longer take it anymore and threatens a bite to your neck.
you feel it, his canines just grazing you but refusing to go further and break the skin barrier. he retreats.
"sylus," you gasp his name softly. you gently pull his head back and search his eyes. hazed over, glossy, with pink sclera. "sylus, are you... are you okay?"
"i need you," he croaks with a rough, vulnerable voice, "anything, give me anything..."
you feel yourself go speechless, somewhat unsure of what he was asking for. you could feed right then but the way he was looking at you... it wasn't right. he was drained of everything but desperation for you.
"i don't understand..." you admit with a barely-there voice.
"anything," he repeats.
you squint your eyes at him and trace the curves and contours of his face before landing your gaze on his lips. noticing where your eyes were at, sylus eagerly shifts his face closer to yours to plead.
there was a tense air, tenser than any atmosphere you two have shared before.
and when your lips slotted again his for the first time, that tension broke immediately.
sylus groaned intensely into your mouth as he feels a new type of greed overtake him. you couldn't be any closer, but he tried to close that non-existent distance anyway. he pressed against you so hard you toppled back onto the bed and laid underneath him. his arms were locked around your waist in a bearhug, forcing you up against his fervent lips.
the sounds coming from him were dizzying. a mix of groans and grunts, whimpers and whines. he could taste every non-human part of your soul with just his tongue against yours. it was overwhelming but so good, even to your unexpecting self. you didn't push him off nor wrestle against his surprising strength. instead, you let yourself get lost in the kiss of someone long lost to you. and yet it still didn't feel like love, all it felt like for you was greed. greed for your blood bag.
between heavy breaths and intense kisses, sylus pulls back and squishes your cheeks together. he pants in your face.
"bite me."
"what?"
before you could question it any further, sylus forces your mouth onto his and pierces himself against your fangs with a brutal push. he groans in pain, but it contrasted the blissful expression on his face.
blood rushes into your mouth and your throat automatically starts swallowing everything. it all happened so fast, you couldn't even get a proper thought out before your judgement was clouded with desperation. no matter how full you were, tasting even one drop of sylus's blood would get you hooked on him again.
you sucked and sucked, and every suck caused sylus to become equally weaker and stimulated. you could feel the gentle grinds of his pelvis against yours, but it was the least of your concerns at the moment. the blood was coming in excess and was too much for simple swallows. it began dripping down the sides of your mouth through the kiss, all the way down to the side of your head and pooling by your cheeks on the mattress.
if you told yourself a decade ago that you would be abundant in such rich blood from a person who was impervious to becoming a vampire, you'd think you were crazy. but here you were, being fed like a babe from none other than the man you betrayed.
you felt drips of tears landing on your face coming from sylus's closed eyes. he was no longer making as much noise or holding you as tight, but he kept still there to keep you feeding. you weren't sure what the tears were about but you guessed it was exhaustion.
his heart was slowing down again, the slowest it'd ever been since you first started feeding. your fangs ached for more but in the midst of your disgusting greed you had one sober thought.
his heart is going to stop.
immediately you unsheathe yourself from his lips and gasp for air. there was an immense amount of blood on both mouths and still some coming out of his inner lips. before you could help him lay down, he was already passing out and doing it himself.
sylus's back hit the bed as his eyes fluttered and his body gave out.
you quickly scramble by his side and look over his red streaked face.
"sy...sylus?" you whisper with fear lacing your voice.
his chest moved slowly with breaths. too slowly for comfort, but it was something. you let out a breath of your own at the sight.
against your better judgement, you lick the remnants of blood from his face and then stare down at his unconscious state. you quiver slightly.
"oh, sylus."
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"no... he's not talking to anyone," luke murmurs under his breath.
"what? what does that even mean? does he even understand what's been happening to the other sovereignties? does he not understand what this could mean for the n109 zone?!"
kieran squeezes his eyes shut in frustration. he holds back nasty retorts. "it's irrelevant. you can complain all you want but we've said this multiple times he's not going to give you the time-"
"chancellor madison," a familiar voice purrs from around the corner. sylus appears with his arms tucked behind his back, a demonstration of respect and ease. "i apologize, have my assistants been unhelpful to you? forgive them, they're only trying to heed my words."
the twins snap their heads to their boss. it had been days since they last fully saw him. there were only traces of his and your existence here. distant voices, lights left on, weapons moved around - stuff like that. but seeing his face fully now, especially without you clinging to him, was a breath of relief for luke and kieran.
the chancellor rejoices. "master sylus! you've appeared. you've had the other soverns think of you as a myth. i've been meaning to speak to you."
sylus smiles gently and looks at the twins, giving them a reassuring look that he had this handled. he looks back at the chancellor. "you hail from eversnow? your cold climate is allowing for vampires to thrive in your environment and causing an outbreak? i overheard. you seek militant power from me to help fend them off, i presume."
the chancellor nodded. "precisely. nothing more, nothing less. i ask for simple requests, i hope you can see to them. i'll admit, i wasn't confident with this ask seeing as you've rejected every other chancellor that has come forth. but... i have enough audacity to show up here now.”
sylus chuckles in amusement. “well i’m here to reward you with such audacity. the n109 is happy to help with your crisis. as along as my informants can get in touch with yours, there should be no problem transporting weaponry and a few armed troops, if you so wish.”
the twins and chancellor stare at sylus in shock. luke and kieran in actual, genuine shock and the chancellor in a more elated shock.
sylus? head of the selfish n109 zone? finally aiding those who came to him? unheard of.
“you are… being serious, master?” the chancellor stammers.
sylus doesn’t answer, he just continues smiling.
“i…i’ll have my informants contact yours then, n…no issue at all! we’ll just go through weaponry checks and other stuff to ensure the authenticity of it all… but not because we doubt you! it… it’s only routine, please take no offense.”
“none taken,” sylus rumbles.
the chancellor nods eagerly, an obvious sweat appearing on his skin even with sylus all amicable like this. “we truly appreciate this step then, master sylus! i wish to bother you no more! i shall see myself out!” he bows gently to the twins and then to sylus before scurrying out the main lobby of the estate, out of sight.
dumbfounded. luke and kieran were dumbfounded.
“boss?” luke furrows his brows. he looks at the empty space where the chancellor just was and then to sylus. “boss, why… why did you do that?”
sylus tilts his head and raises a brow. “did you not hear him? eversnow needed aid, i’m giving it to them.”
“but!” kieran interjected, “but you told us rather die than send our aid to other sovereignties! how can you change your mind like that?”
sylus glances at the floor, perhaps in thought, and sighs. “you two question everything i do, why is that? i guess i’ve had a change of heart…”
the twins glance at each other then take off their masks to reveal their accusatory expressions. “you’ve never had a ‘change of heart’ before, boss,” luke frowns, sensing something else was up.
kieran felt the odd energy too. he steps forward. “yeah, does this have to do anything with that-“ immediately luke pulls his brother back and shuts him up with a look.
don’t talk about the vampire.
unspoken rule ever since the “kidnapping” incident.
sylus narrows his eyes at the twins. “i don’t appreciate the interrogation. you’re almost making me rethink giving up the base codes to you two.”
luke and kieran glance at each other once again. “base codes?!” they say in unison.
luke speaks first. “what… what do you mean? like you’re giving us the codes to all the machinery and vaults and stuff?”
kieran scoffs. “no way, he’s bluffing. you’ve kept those things under wraps since we’ve known you.”
sylus doesn’t say anything. instead, he just smiles again. the twins are met with disbelief.
“boss… are you really trusting us with that sort of thing? why? you’re being… oddly nice…” kieran laughs nervously.
“am i?” sylus shrugs. “i thought you two would prefer the kinder side of me.” he turns around and faces the hall down the lobby, about to make his leave. it was true. the air around seemed lighter, but there was something off about him that was hard to point out.
definitely though, boss seemed more sluggish and less combative than usual.
“you’ll be hearing from base soon, keep your comms open, be as diligent as i expected you to be.” he says with a slowly diminishing voice. soon, both his body and his voice were no longer with luke and kieran.
the twins just kinda… stare at hall for a moment before looking to each other for some sort of answer.
“boss is scary me now,” kieran whispers. “i knew he was prone to being moody but i’ve never seen him so… light?”
luke nods in agreement. “you think that vampire girl is in his ear or something? making him softer? i can’t really tell if that’s a good or bad thing, but he’s changed so much since we last saw him.”
kieran grunts at the mention of you. he turns his face away in equal parts disgust and disdain. “fuck that, he might be boss but it’s not who he is authentically. he’s been changed and it—“
“kieran,” luke reprimands gently. “we agreed not to bring her up anymore unless it was unnecessary. listen, we’ve tried, we’ve failed. there’s quite literally nothing we can do anymore. dwelling on her… the situation, it’s only gonna make us more upset.”
kieran sighs in defeat. luke was right, but he hated to admit it. even if they mutually agreed not to talk about it anymore, there was always unspoken tension around… her. you.
“i know, luke. i’m sorry. just scares me,” kieran grumbles.
luke smiles gently at his brother’s acceptance. it wa the best thing for them. “he’s trusting us now with base codes, no matter the reason, we shouldn’t let him down. okay?”
kieran reciprocates luke’s warm smile. “okay.”
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you pop your fangs out of sylus’s wrist and lick the last of his blood off of your lips. another satisfying and sweet feeding that left you utterly full and happy. sylus smiles down at you and uses the hand you just bit to pet you gently.
“feeling good?” he asked warmly.
you nod. “yeah, so good.”
“the shorter sessions aren’t unsatisfying right?”
you shake your head. “not at all. it’s better to keep you conscious anyway. your tolerance… it’s-”
sylus stops your words with hurried kiss. it was still unusual to be so casually “intimate” with him, but you allowed it… for his sake.
“don’t talk about that stuff,” he murmurs against your lips. “you don’t have to worry about me. as long as you get your fill. smile for me?”
you blink blankly before offering him a small, polite smile. it was surprisingly genuine but only because of his promise. as long as you get your fill. those words were enough to keep you greedy for days.
“so pretty,” sylus mumbles.
you clear your throat uncomfortably and pull back from his vicinity. a strange feeling was welling up within you. it wasn’t affection, no. it was unease. something felt off about sylus and you weren’t sure what it was.
he was acting a little different. happier, lighter, gentler, but… different. it was hard to pinpoint but it wasn’t like you were complaining. you had nothing to complain about as long as you got blood.
“sylus, can i ask you something?” you say as you lay back on the bed. this guest bed had turned into the alcove for you and him. hiding from everything else, you two spent the most time here.
he nodded. “yes.”
“you’ve spent a lot more time with me lately. usually you’re off doing… work. not as much now?”
sylus smiles kindly at you. “not as much now,” he confirms. “the twins are doing a lot of new hands-on work and my base has always been auto-operating. usually, i'd oversee everything and work out the kinks but..." he glances at you and looks down, a hint of somber in his eyes, "not as much now."
you nod slightly. you notice the slight droop in his eyes and the tremor in his hands. as much as he tried to mask it, he was frail. whether this new happy persona was a facade, though, you couldn't tell.
"anyway," he exhales loudly while pushing himself off the bed. he raises his hand and gently grazes your bite mark. "it's been fun trying out new feeding spots for you. which one has been your favorite?"
"neck," you respond, "just what i'm used to."
"i agree, neck. to me, it's the most intimate. it where i can best keep you safe."
you smirk slightly, "safe? it's always just you and i. i'm... always safe."
sylus stills for a moment at the admission and then melts fondly. "you're always safe," he repeats. "i'm going into the shower, would you like to join me?"
while the question is abnormal, you've gotten used to sylus trying to initiate intimate things with you. you always decline. "no, i'm alright."
he nods. "don't go anywhere then," he teases.
you watch sylus disappear behind the corner to the connected bathroom and wait until you heard the shower turn on to absolutely lose your mind.
immediately you begin scratching your neck and arms like a madwoman, frustration at every scrap. you could feel the withdrawal aching from your bones. you needed more blood, you were barely holding on.
at some point sylus's blood drew thinner and more bitter, making your feeding session less than satisfying. after a month of his blood, you've become hooked, addicted, absolutely insane over him and his blood. no, scratch that, insane only over his blood.
an addiction was an understatement. you spent your days growling and restless, right outside of sylus's eyesight. hunger was plaguing you and it was worse than when you first became a vampire. it took every ounce of power within you to not make it seem obvious, but god, that took so much energy.
it was vicious cycle of not being fed well, expending energy keeping it in, and needing more feedings to keep you going. you were growing angrier despite your blood bag being as enthusiastic as you needed him to be.
just let it out, let it out before he finishes his shower. these small moments of reprieve where you no longer had to mask your hunger were what kept you going.
the worst part about it was knowing you were the one poisoning your blood bag. all these feedings were taking a toll on him in turn making his health decline in turn causing his blood to worsen in quality. it was no longer so abundant. his blood loss was so intense that every feeding became shorter and shorter just so you wouldn't knock him unconscious, or worse, stop his heart.
if your physical problems weren't already hard enough, the mental anguish you felt was also suffocating. one half of your mind was desperate and greedy. vampiric biology was blinding you and making you aggressive and you couldn't help but have selfish desires. the other part of your mind was cautious and regretful. simmering human emotions and an undeniable connection to sylus made you hesitate and feel pity for him.
and despite the confliction, you couldn't deny your body, no matter how much your mind tried to pull back. cut off a limb and that's all someone will think about. cut off a blood supply and that's all a vampire will think about.
your anguish on the bed continued and only stopped when you forced it to. you heard the shower turning off. he would be out soon.
deep breaths, just take deep breaths. hone it in and savor the feedings you had today. just relax.
reigning in your hunger was simultaneously getting easier and harder. easier from practice, harder from worsening hunger. but you didn't have a choice.
the bathroom door opens and sylus swings around the same corner in nothing but a towel over his hips. he was dripping wet from head to toe.
"you haven't moved an inch," sylus remarks after noticing that you were in the same spot on the bed, "waiting for me?"
"um... just thinking about stuff. lost in my own head."
"is something the matter?"
you shake your head. "no, like i said i was just thinking about things. nothing serious."
sylus eyes you for a few seconds before turning around and heading toward his closet. you couldn't tell if he suspicious or not but he let it go. "alright," he murmurs. "i'm heading into my office to finish up some paperwork. come with me."
"finally doing your job around here?" you chuckle humorlessly.
"something like that," he responds while shuffling through his hangers, "just need to finish what i started a few days ago. been too busy with you that i forgot, but it's a timely thing. i don't have much time to complete it."
you swallow tensely, the hunger striking deep within your stomach. you try to ignore it. "alright, then," you simply respond.
after spending what felt like an agonizingly long time in the bedroom, sylus brought you to his office a few floors up.
for the past hour he's been at his desk pondering and writing while you sat a bit away on a cushioned couch. he provided you small things to keep you occupied - books, blank paper to write on, even his comms radio for music, but none of them were really that interesting to you.
you kept looking back at him. whatever he was writing kept his attention fully, which was never the case. usually, he'd check up on you or take a few minutes break, but not today. it was so strange. he was so strange lately.
it seemed as if both you and him were hiding something in equal parts. you with your hunger and him with his... whatever it may be.
finally, after a long while, sylus lifts his head up from his desk and peers over to you. you were staring at the inside of a book.
"is it riveting?" he asks in a low tone so as to not startle you from the quiet. you glance at him curiously. "the book you're clearly not reading, i mean."
you frown and put the book down beside the other discarded entertaining "toys" he'd brought you. "can't seem to focus," you sigh, "are you finally done with your... work?"
sylus stands from his desk chair and adjusts the cuffs of his shirft before walking around the table and over to you. "i am," he grins slightly, "mostly done. maybe a few tweaks but i'm happy with it. you seem restless, hungry?"
the word causes you to twitch. yes, yes you were hungry. so goddamn hungry.
"a little," you brush it off.
sylus stops by the side of the couch and kneels to your level. "a little?" he repeats, "that's enough for me. move over, let me feed you."
no hesitation on your part.
it took all of thirty seconds for you and sylus to get into proper positions. it was routine at this point which made the entire process somewhat comforting.
"there's my vampire... ah... take what you need," sylus groans in pain. he was bear hugging you on his lap and tilting his head to the side for better access. despite your multiple complaints, he could never stop praising and talking you through your feeding sessions. he's always in your ear, always touching your sides and back, always trying to get every part of you as close to him as possible.
it's in his own skewed way, but this was his way of showing love. accepting you. accepting what and who you are. a vampire. you were his monster now, and he would treat you good.
it took everything in you to not ravage the side of sylus's neck and bite a piece off of him. it was still good but it wasn't enough. it wasn't as delicious the first day you bit him and it definitely wasn't as thick. you didn't even care about his affections anymore, you needed sustenance.
while it was his heartbeat was the main telltale sign of his blood loss, it wasn't the only "major" sign. every helpless grind of his hips against yours reminded you of the pleasure sylus received from your feedings. but the more feedings you did, the harder it was for him to maintain an erection. not enough blood to support him down there.
even now, as you growled and whimpered into his neck for more blood, he pathetically pumped up against you with was his half-hard. he noticed it too, but he didn't care. he got enough out of this, and it wasn't like he was going to be used his appendage any time soon.
"sylus," you cry into into his neck in frustration. it wasn't enough.
"ngh... y... yes?" he drawls out.
goddamn it, his heart was slowing again. you take a few more greedy slurps past his limit and then pop off his neck. another low cry escaped you. it hurt so bad not getting what you needed.
"hey..." sylus whispers, his eyes fluttering as his mind tries to keep him awake. he weakly reaches up to your face and strokes your cheek. "what's wrong? n...not good? too much? t...take more... if you... need..."
you wrap your hand around sylus's wrist to ground both you and him. it was taking every atom in your body to not just dive back in and drink until you were satisfied. your knuckles go white around his wrist, and you forcibly shake your head. "n..no, i'm okay. it was good," you strain out.
by the time you open your eyes, sylus was already knocked out against the couch. you curse yourself mentally for... for everything! this entire relationship, for your hunger, for nothing drinking more, for not drinking less, for meeting your long-lost lover again, for not loving him as much anymore.
you let go of his wrist and it falls limp to his side. you remove yourself from sylus's lap and sit next to him on the couch, head in hands and body quivering from frustration and defeat.
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"can you believe that luke?" kieran laughs triumphantly, "all of base was looking to us for guidance! like we were boss! i've never had this much power before, it's so nice."
luke side-smiles his brother, "it was really nice. they came to us with the big questions! we were running that place so smoothly. i don't know why boss waited until now to give us this much freedom. we're great at it!"
the twins nudge each other and giggle enthusiastically at their job well done back at base. they only learned from the best, so they emulated the best
kieran puts his palms up. "okay, but we can't be too giddy about this. remember this isn't a game. this is onichynus and the whole of the n109 zone."
luke copies his brother's gesture. "right, no goofing around."
the two stop their walking and look at each other with growing smiles. they begin giggling again, basking in their new positions within onichynus. "ah!" luke chastises. "serious, remember, we have to be serious."
kieran clears his throat and nods. "yes, of course, serious. what high ranking members of onichynus would we be if we're... fawning." he side-eyes luke and stifles another snicker. it had been long since the two could genuinely be happy about something related to the n109 zone.
they approach the outskirts of the estate and wait for the new security to sign them in. with their new IDs they scan past the convoluted mechanics and step into the manor.
"i still can't believe boss would just... share power with us like this," kieran sighs. "i mean... we both know he has majority power and could revoke our privileges, even though that'd be a major asshole move-but still!"
luke puts away his ID and takes off his crow mask, leading kieran to do the same. their shared expression was one of deliberation. "i know what you mean," luke agrees, "he's always been so private-private. but boss wouldn't just give us all this access and power without a plan. i don't know... he trusts us so i trust him."
"agreed," kieran huffs in exasperation. "but, like, base codes were one thing, but telling base we were in charge for the mean time? telling them to listen to our directions? that's... that's honestly surprising. he's always kept base strictly under his order."
"maybe... maybe it's some type of simulation? so he can see how well we do when in-charge. y'know... for future reference."
the twins give each other a perplexed look. it seemed like neither of them had a good idea what was happening with their boss.
"i mean..." kieran murmurs, "i know you didn't wanna talk about her but like... we can't ignore the fucking elephant in the estate, luke."
luke furrows his brows in upset. he begins walking down the main hall to try and avoid this conversation of you and your influence, despite knowing how right his brother was.
"luke, c'mon luke don't be like that," kieran calls out while following his brother. he grabs luke's wrist and holds his hand comfortingly to try and keep his brother calm for a rather uncomfortable conversation. "listen, i won't bawl my eyes out about it anymore, but everything's change since she showed up."
"wrong," luke sighs in annoyance but he squeezes his brother's hand. "i already told you boss had been weird way before she showed up."
"yeah but that was like... fucking puberty, i don't know," kieran retorts.
"literally, what does that even mean?"
kieran shakes his head to clear his racing thoughts. no matter how much the conversation was to be avoided, both of them knew it was wrong to have you here and even wrong-er to have sylus coddling you.
"what i'm trying to say," kieran groans, "is that boss was just going through some personal mental issues before. y'know the type you'd find embarrassing to talk about with two teenagers. but now, he's actively hiding stuff from us and is trying to convince us that he's okay."
"so you're saying he's lying," luke tries to confirm.
"i'm saying he's being deluded. that she's been getting into his head, whispering shit, making him crazy with her fucking... vampiric ways. as much as i love having this power, i don't want it unless boss gives it to us authentically, y'know?"
luke stops in the middle of the hall and frowns while looking away to the side. kieran had a point. what was all this glory in onychinus and in the n109 zone if the man that gave it to them didn't even truly mean it that way? what if boss wasn't really boss. luke nods in agreement. "you're right, kieran. as much as it feels good it also doesn't feel right. but we can't go confronting anyone about this. last time we did that we saw a whole different level of anger from him."
kieran grabs luke's other hand and squeezes them both in reassurance. "then we won't confront, we just... ask a few harmless questions. y'know like... asking him about how we can lead base better, if he could come help us, what roles suits us best. small things and we can slowly build a bigger picture."
luke's eyes widen with a small sparkle of hope. his brother was so smart. "yeah, i like that. nothing too headstrong. maybe we could go find him now? it's evening, he's either awake or about to wake up."
that's all it took for a plan to be set.
now where exactly sylus was in the estate was the harder question. they don't see sylus, not unless he makes himself shown. it felt like the estate was empty most days, but they just knew him and that wretched vampire were constantly here.
the manor was too big and too vast to search each room one by one, and they also didn't wanna run the risk of finding you by accident. they had to carefully choose which rooms to look in even if it got frustrating.
after clearing the main floor levels, there were only a few other logical places to check.
"no one?" kieran asks disappointedly.
"no one," luke confirms.
"well if he's not in his bedroom then that leaves his office. unless he's stationed in the fucking vacuum closet."
"let's just go and have a look."
a few floors up and a few halls down later, they approached the office the lights were left on which gave them some hope, but after a few knocks and pure silence that hope died down. "he's not in there either," luke says.
"maybe he is in there, the lights are on," kieran insists with his hand on the knob. "i don't care if the vampire is in there either, i just want to see him again."
the knob clicks and the door opens to an empty but messy room. the desk was overloaded with files, and the couch had out of place books and paper scribbles near it. the twins felt a mutual upset.
"maybe he is stationed in a vacuum closet," luke murmurs. he looks to kieran who seemed oddly still and quiet by the door. melancholy in his eyes. "kieran, are you alright?"
"yeah, i just..." kieran trails off, "it's been so long since we've been in here, and we used to come here all the time, y'know? we got so scared of him... and of her. i just... miss him."
luke feels a pang of empathy for his brother. call it twin-telepathy but he knew the exact sequence of emotions kieran was feeling at the moment because he was feeling it too. it stung, bad.
"i miss him too," luke smiles somberly, "lets just... stay here for a while. we've been searching for a bit, lets take a break."
the two fully step into the office and look around as if it was their first time being in there. the state of everything was almost humorous. it was so disheveled and unorganized, completely unlike sylus. they poke around the couch they used to lounge in and get a faint whiff of blood. sickening. ignoring the mess, they move around and reminisce to themselves. it'd only be a few months, but it felt like an eternity of stress. all that was missing from the room was sylus.
"hehe, look i'm boss," kieran teases to lighten up the mood. he was rolling around in sylus's desk chair and sitting in the same authoritative position sylus did.
"woah boss, when did you shrink?" luke smiles. "lost all your muscle too, what happened to ya?"
"hey, i have muscle!" kieran laughs. "i mean, i lost it all 'cause i was too busy jerking off or whatever. but i can build it back! all i have to do is organize this room and i'll be beefy again."
the twins share a warm laugh. their mimicry of sylus never stopped, even when their hearts were heavy. luke looks around the room fondly one more time and sighs. "alright, enough playing around, i think. we should-"
"woah, what the hell?"
luke's attention focuses back on kieran. "what? what's wrong?"
kieran picks up a paper from the desk, ironically next to your crumpled up death report. the entire thing was in a familiar red handwriting, at the top, a surprising address. kieran points at it.
"look," he whispers, "To Luke and Kieran."
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you gasp awake from sleep.
the room around you was dim, probably late into the night. the last thing you remembered was going under the duvet and wishing sylus a goodnight before squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of ignoring your hunger. bad idea.
the pain in your stomach was no longer just in your stomach. it was behind your eyes, under your skin, in your fangs. it was molten hot like never before and it woke you up brutally.
your nails dig into your arms causing breaks and scratches into your skin. it felt like death itself was crawling into your body and heeding you it's warning.
you whip your head over to sylus's sleeping form next to you and hold back a shriek. he was so close... so so close. right there. that's all you needed to make this feeling go away.
the dam was breaking, and it wasn't slow either. your noises could no longer be suppressed; wails and growls were coming out of you with intensity. for the first time, the word monster felt real. a vicious, vampiric monster was crawling out of you and you were helpless against it.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, please. please," you sob silently to yourself as intense pains ache deep within your chest. you were sure to whom you were begging to, maybe just to yourself. but you weren't alone in this room.
"mngh," sylus murmurs your name, "are you alr-" before he knew it you lunged onto him and pinned his arms to his side with unbelievable strength. sylus couldn't fight back. not only because he was too weak to but a part of him didn't want to. this was... you. this was it.
"please," you cry out in between fierce snarls, "i need you. anything, give me... anything."
the words felt all to familiar to sylus. the desperation did too. he could barely make out your face in the dim but he knew that you were struggling. not just now but he knew that you had been struggling with your hunger. he knew you would break soon. you couldn't hide it from him.
monster knew monster well.
"take it," sylus whispers. he meant more than just his blood.
two words was all it took for the last of your sanity to be whisked away. with ease you dove fang-first into his neck and bit in the most ferocious manner possible. sylus lets out an agonizing scream at the pain. he had no strength left to fight off your bites anymore. you took everything.
with a bite this deep and strong you finally got the fill you were looking for. the blood pumping deep down your throat was hitting the addiction you built to him. no thoughts, no words, no kisses, no affection, it was just you feeding your desperation.
you didn't even notice how limp sylus felt. you couldn't even tell that he was too weak to talk. you hadn't even detected his faint, slowing heartbeat.
it only took a weak cough of blood from him to bring you back to reality. and it was only then you noticed it all.
"sylus!" you yell as you rip yourself off of him. his eyes were dim and barely fluttering. "sylus, fuck! wake up!"
his hand just barely comes up to yours. still there, was something there.
"you... are not a monster," he croaks. a faint smile flickers on his face. "thank you."
your eyes stare in utter shock as the smile on his face fades into nothingness. nothing behind it. no light, no love, no sylus. you're frozen there with nothing but a hole in your chest.
you learned two things.
you lied to yourself; you did still love him. and grief was stronger than hunger.
the sound of the bedroom door opening didn't even register to your clouded mind, but the light peering did. it illuminated sylus's face to you.
eyes half open and dull, blood dripping out of his mouth, neck mutilated and brutalized by your bite. so much blood and such little hunger now.
you look to the door where the light was seeping, two dark figures stood there. you didn't have to do much figuring out to know who they were, but you had no time think anyway.
one precise, savage shot of silver hit your chest and immediately rendered you immobilized and on your back next to sylus. it hurt. more than all the hunger you've faced as a vampire combined, it hurt. but you couldn't think of that in your last moments.
you betrayed him, again. you killed him, again.
he gave the ultimate trade-off for you. his life.
muffled, distant noises came into your ears. screams, shouts, wailing, sobbing. it was unfortunate that those were the sounds you last heard before everything went dark.
by the door laid a forgotten piece of paper. at the top a surprising address in red ink.
To Luke and Kieran,
I would like to firstly apologize for my neglect. I call you my sons, but I don't treat you with the respect you deserve. I haven't meant to dismiss you or treat you less than, I've always just wanted to protect you, but in-turn I've led you two to assume I don't trust you.
She's going to kill me. I can sense it. I give her blood to keep her alive and she's struggling with her limited source. I'm only one man, after all. I'm not upset by this. Not at all. At some point I realized there were only a few options for me. Kill her, then lose my only line of love, companionship, and my sense of morality. Restraint her, then become a hypocrite for treating her like the monster she never was. Or, let her kill me and be free. Nothing about my sovereignty has brought me acceptance and happiness like she has. I've always just kept living for the sake of my people. She helped me realize I no longer wanted that.
So, my words are misleading. While she is going to kill me, I'm letting her, even if she doesn't know it. I choose my suicide this way. It's what's best for me.
I'm sorry that I'm telling you this way. I'm sorry at how unfair it is. I leave you with my estate, base, and all other mementos there are. Everything that is mine is now yours, including my title. You two are the new sovereignties of the N109 zone and the heads of ONICHYNUS.
Please bear these titles with honor and love. I trust you with them.
my bad guys i just graduated and have been doing summer stuff lol. blood bag will get its chapter update within a week or so ong! and one week (zayne fic) is still TBD but imma try fr.
regardless, thank you to everyone for being so patient with me. i’m really pushing it aren’t it? lmfaooo!!
Um... Hi. I just finished reading Bodies and Tail. NO WORDS. IN THE KNOWN DICTIONARY. Can describe how I feel after reading this... Never played LADS, but that was... something else entirely. 💜💦
PUH, i’m honored with these words.
i’m actually really surprised at the feedback because i wrote it completely in one go without edits and i thought it was so half assed 😭😭😭 IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE IT ❤️❤️❤️
