ah0rmone

[ah0rmone]

fwb!kaeya x fem!reader

warnings: MNDI, one bed trop, fwb to lovers, a little bit of somno, nonconsensual touching -> consensual sex, questionable morality, reader matches kaeya's freak, piv, one bed trop

Too hot. Too cold.

Too close.

Kaeya let out a deep sigh and turned to look at your face: relaxed, sleeping, utterly beautiful. His fast-beating heart just couldn't let him succumb to a sweet slumber, his mind couldn't stop thinking about your gentle form, nested right next to him. The borderline absence of your clothing wasn't helpful either - the bareness of your skin made his cock to strain against his underpants.

How could you be so trusting in him, believing he wouldn't use such a situation to his advantage? He was a man after all. A man who had already learnt the taste of you, even though, he, due to external circumstances (his reluctance of being vulnerable and the self-assurance of being unlovable) didn't get the chance to ask you out yet.

Your relationship with Kaeya was vague and confusing, but obviously built on mutual attraction and respect, since that one fun night when you both decided to push boundaries and met in the middle: in the middle of Cavalry Captain's bedroom that is. Neither of you had spoken about feelings or future prospects of your relationship, always choosing to share passionate kisses and scorching touches instead.

For a week or so, you two were traveling through Taivat on a mission issued by Jean, fighting and adventuring side by side. Even though, during this time, there were a lot of moments where Kaeya saw you more than just a companion or an occasional fuckbuddy, not a single situation asked for more self-restrain than this one: sharing a bed with you in an inn, somewhere deep in the continent.

The arrangements weren't as good as he's used to, but you two were sick of sleeping outside, so had no choice but to agree to rent the only room available. Not because it was an overly populated place, oh no, quite the opposite: due to a lack of demand, it was the only room that was still suitable for living.

And, of course, it had only one bed.

At first, the idea didn't bother him at all, he just cracked a flirting joke about how this isolated inn was a perfect romantic getaway, igniting a dismissive chuckle from you. But it had been hours already, and, while you had been out cold from exhaustion, he couldn't catch even a glimpse of sleep.

It was all because of you.

He tried to hold himself back and let you rest, he really did, but your warm, soft body, the steady rise and fall of your chest and the sweet scent of a local shampoo was driving him mad with lust and affection. And while he just couldn't show you the latter, he hesitantly decided to act upon the former.

With a calm, accurate motion he pushed the blanket down, uncovering your upper body. A slim top was doing a poor job of hiding your breasts, and Kaeya's gaze instantly jumped to the outline of your nipples.

"Dear Archons," the man muttered, his fingers hovering over your chest, not touching just yet.

It was the tantalizing seconds, filled with doubt and anticipation. He moved closer, still on his side, with one hand propping his head up, still contemplating whether he was going to follow through with his desires. Was it low of him to touch you without your knowledge? Absolutely, only creepy perverts would do such a thing: harassing a sleeping, unsuspected, naive, gorgeous prey.

But the way his cock twitched at a mere thought of it proved just how much of a said pervert Kaeya was himself.

Carefully he pushed your top up, freeing your chest, the sight made him salivating instantly.

"You're perfect," he whispered, hand finally caressing your right breast.

Gently, like he was defusing the bomb, he started to circle your nipple with his fingertip, teasing, anticipating, constantly checking your reaction. You were showing no signs of acknowledgement, still deep in the dreamland, so Kaeya started to act a little bolder.

Holding his breath, he squeezed your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging it tenderly.

There was still no reaction from you, and he couldn't pretend anymore that it wasn't highly arousing. He would have just play with your tits a little, while stroking his cock, and tomorrow morning he'd tell you all about it, apologizing properly - he thought to himself, as the last drop of nonchalance evaporated from his body with the heat of feverish desire to consume, to own, even if for minutes, even if it was just a pretend, an illusion of something more. Carefully he lied on his stomach, tongue darting out to lick on your perked nipple.

Suddenly you stirred, and breath got stuck in his throat, blood pumping. What would you think of him if you woke up now? Would you push him away, forever breaking off your relationship? Or would you join him in this debauchery?

Even though his cock called for attention, Kaeya refrained from moving, until he was sure you were fast asleep. Only then he resumed his actions: mouth sucking and licking one of your nipples, while playing with he other with his fingers. Enamored by the faint scent of your skin and the softness of your breasts, Kaeya didn't notice how he started rutting into the mattress, desperate to alleviate the pressure in his groin.

You were just so captivating for him, so desirable. Having sex with you occasionally wasn't enough, he needed more: he needed your touch, your attention, your love.

"Kaeya," your confused voice shattered his dreams, and only then the realisation dawned on him: he'd been bucking into the bed like crazy and, maybe, even let out one or two wanton moans.

Your nipple left his mouth with a loud "pop" sound as he met your gaze, scared of seeing your reaction. But the immediate warmth spread in the chest when he saw no anger or resentment in your eyes: just pure lust. You were definitely his perfect match.

"Isn't it my wet dream come true?" you teased, fingers playing with his long, loose hair.

The man in front of you looked utterly majestic: toned skin slightly sweaty, mirroring the uncontrollable lustful rut of his hips, glazy eyes, full of admiration, desire and mischief, and lips, stretched into a playful smirk, even though he was caught in the middle of a perverse deed. You felt an urge to taunt him a little further but decided better of it: he was still wearing an eyepatch, so there was only one eye to decipher his true feelings, but even in the dark room, full of secrets and untold emotions, you saw it as clear as a day - the deep, obvious yearning. Kaeya wanted you, even if he was too scared to admit it even to himself, you saw right through him. You just had to be patient...or not.

Your fingertips gently touched the corner of his mouth, thumb sliding over his lower lip, his breath hitching as a response. Archons, you couldn't get enough of this man.

"Depends," his lips pressed to your fingertip in a ghostly, fleeting motion, "what else was happening, in that wet dream of yours?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but," your fingers intertwined as you guided his warm hand to the line of your panties, "I'm pretty sure it wasn't the mattress you were fucking."

You heard Kaeya's chuckle as he shifted, the weight of his body slightly pressing on you, since he wasn't afraid of waking you up anymore.

"My, my, someone is bold."

He shifted his body forward, hiding a smile below your ear before tracing the column of your neck with his tongue. "Majestic," he muttered at your lustful moan - there was no reason to hold back, no one could hear you anyway.

Despite the alluring idea of teasing and playing with you longer, Kaeya let the overwhelming desire of finally taking you lure him over to the hasty side. His hobby of gambling fraud (for what he learnt how to fool people with just a flicker of his wrist) benefited him greatly as he wasted no time slithering his long fingers in your panties and between your folds.

"Bold and wet," he murmured in your ear.

In the heat of your bed, enveloped by Kaeya's warmth, scent and charisma, you wondered whether his grandfather was not a pirate but a siren, because for a second there you felt like you were drowning.

"Kaeya," you called for him, lips finding his in a searing kiss, tongues dancing in a dirty dance of dominance.

You wanted him, you wanted him now.

Attuned to your reactions (as if the bucking of your hips and gripping his forearm wasn't telling enough), Kaeya knew you were close, so he withdrew fingers, hissing at the way you scratched his skin.

"Patience, darling," he mused, crawling to sit between your legs.

The tip of his cock kissed your entrance, smudging wetness between the folds, before entering in a slow, delicate thrust. When he bottomed out, he paused, giving you time to adjust to the stretch, yet couldn't keep his arms and lips away from you: circling the clit and a nipple in gentle, stimulating motions, his mouth nibbling your jaw.

His patience was nothing but gentlemanly, proving how important you were to him. Even if his hips were twitching a little with desire, he waited for you to feel comfortable, not wanting to hurt your delicate pussy. Only when you gave him a reassuring hum, Kaeya started moving.

Your bodies intertwined in a searing passion, tenderness mixed with animalistic desire you both shared. Before tonight sex was the only way for you to openly show your repressed feelings for each other. But with each thrust, with each kiss, Kaeya was getting closer to something just as unstoppable as an impending orgasm.

Maybe it was a whim of emotions, maybe it was an effect thrown at him by this romantic inn in the middle of nowhere or maybe, just maybe, Kaeya had already decided in his heart that he would say these words sooner or later. So, after one particular slap of hips, he stilled, prompting you to whine in frustration.

"Kaeya, stop teasing," your adorable pout made his cock twitch a little, yet he persisted

"Can I share a secret with you?" he whispered, pecking the corner of your lips, letting you chase his mouth for a kiss that never came.

Even in a serious moment like this he couldn't stop teasing you. But then again, how serious was it, confessing in the middle of the sex?

"Would you be my girlfriend?" even though his smirk was unwavering, even the thick darkness couldn't hide the raw nervousness in his blue eye.

"I feel like one eye isn't enough for this conversation," you muttered, your hips froze still, even despite the unbearable throbbing between your legs.

The overconsuming arousal was almost clouding your judgement. Almost. Yet you got focused enough to trace up the cheek of your partner until your fingers hooked under an eyepatch.

You froze, searching his face for any signs of discomfort, but his grin got even wider, so you gently tugged the item up. Honestly speaking, you were expecting anything - a scar, an empty eye socket, a matching eye that would mean all of this just was a long-playing trick Kaeya mastered. However, what was looking at you is a pretty eye with a color of a twilight sky. It even had a star in its waking - a weirdly-shaped pupil.

"What do you think?" a two-layered question. Was he asking about his little confession or the eye? He gave you the freedom of deciding it for yourself. Kaeya's voice was hoarse and, if you didn't know better, you'd think he was anxious.

And maybe he was, because for some reason showing you his right eye felt more vulnerable than being absolutely naked in front of you.

"Yes."

With an eyepatch discarded and the last secret stripped before you (or at least there were now less of them), you resumed your love-making. Both of you endured enough to turn hungry and animalistic, rigid, rapid sound of connecting bodies filling the room.

"Oh, Kaeya, I'm so close," you moaned, mouth failing to catch his lips.

You felt feverish, his body so close and so hot, his fingers orchestrating you like a music instrument, knowing when to touch, rub and tug just to make you sing the loveliest. It didn't take you long to cum, legs shaking around his waist.

When his own orgasm crashed, he pulled out, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach.

Through half-lidded eyes, you watched how he bit his lip, locked arousal-clouded eyes with yours and moaned, moaned your name. As his breathing calmed down, he carefully plopped down in your embrace.

"Oh, baby, you like me so much," you teased.

"I guess I do," he chuckled, nesting in your arms. "Let's just lay like this for a bit."

"Just don't fall asleep. We both need a bath, I feel dirty."

Kaeya lifted his palm to smear cum on your stomach.

"Really? I wonder why."

[ah0rmone]

Dino Cavallone

Birthday present (scenario)

Hibari Kyoya

Sparring (scenario) Kawaii kink (concept)

Multiple

Threesome (concept)

[ah0rmone]

Alhaitam

Aphrodisiac (scenario)

[ah0rmone]

dino x fem! reader

warnings: mndi, piv, breeding kink, hints at pregnancy, dirty talk, established relationship

Laughter and the clink of glasses have filled the dining room in the mansion. The party you helped to organize has started three hours ago and has been nothing but fun and cosy: the only people, who were invited, were the Cavallone members, no outsiders, and everybody felt like a big close family. Dino, who originally was seated at the head of the table, has long abandoned his post and been circling around the dining and the living room, chatting and laughing with everybody.

You, on the other hand, were already getting tired. It's been getting closer to midnight, an indicator of such a special day being over - the idea that was making you sad. Your drowsy and tipsy eyes were loyally following your handsome boss around the room, catching him looking at you and the clock more and more frequently, even as he was talking to other people.

At some point he became quite fidgety, making conversations shorter and shorter, as he'd been consistently getting closer to your spot until he successfully stood behind your chair.

You looked up at him, your gaze concerned and confused, a silent question in your eyes, "what's wrong?". But nothing seemed to be wrong, if anything, he looked ecstatic and mischievous, a smirk plastered on his face. He lowered his upper body until his breath tickled your ear and his soft hair touched your face. The smell of his expensive cologne mixed with some alcohol enveloped and warmed you, so your eyes fluttered shut.

"My birthday is almost over, but we still have some time left. Do you mind if I steal you?" he whispered, and your heartbeat raised.

Soon enough, after he gave everyone half-hearted excuses, you two ended up in his bedroom.

"What do you have in mind?" you teased, even though it was apparent at what note he wanted to end his birthday.

The moment the lock clicked shut, his lips were on yours in a feverish, demanding kiss. You had always wondered how he managed to control himself this good while being in public when in reality he wished for nothing more but to ravage you on the spot.

"I want you," he breathed out, his voice desperate, hoarse, full of desire.

His arms, that were palming your face, now were sliding down your body, until they found the plush of your ass to pick you up. Your back now was pressed into a wardrobe door, a huge furniture piece, that kept all of his clothing and, occasionally, yours, if you happened to leave something behind.

The makeout session lasted for a couple of minutes. It was sloppy and heated, and even though you loved the feeling of his lips on yours, the throbbing between your legs was becoming harder to ignore. Not to mention, that you took notice of his hard bulge pressing into your body.

So, you broke off the kiss, putting your fingers over his mouth to stop his attempt at pursuing you further.

"Dino, I also want you," you whispered with a clear sign at wanting to move to the bed.

He kissed your fingers and turned to the side, with you still hanging closely around his torso as he carefully put you down on the bed, never once letting go of you.

"Yeah, sorry, I just missed you," he muttered along your neck, as he was peppering it with kisses.

"We've literally spent the whole day together," you laughed, your fingers playing with his hair.

"It was only half a day and I had to give attention to other people. Couldn't even do this," his palms possessively squeezed your ass. "You look so gorgeous," he muttered as he helped you to slip out of your dress. "You always look gorgeous, but I don't always have a chance to tell you this, to show you my appreciation."

Once you were nude, he promptly got back to placing hot, wet kisses all over your body. When he started playing with your nipples, you felt like you were already ready to combust, so you tugged his hair lightly.

"Dino, your suit..." his ministrations made you gasp, so you had to stop your sentence there.

But, of course, he understood what you meant, he always did, paying special attention to your needs and demands. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself.

He sat up to unbutton his shirt, for the first time breaking off the physical contact between you. Losing his warmth and seeing him combatting the buttons was excruciating, so you helped him to get naked faster. Soon enough he was looming over you with his toned body, and you couldn't help but place kisses upon his family's tattoo.

He didn't let you take the initiative for long though, as he gently pushed you back to the mattress, pressing you with his strong frame. Then, leaving a wet trail with kisses from your lips to your belly, he was getting lower and lower until his breath tickled your sex.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? It's your birthday," you whined, your hands shooting up to push his head away but were quickly caught by his and pressed to the bed.

"It is my birthday and it is my birthday gift," he said sternly, sending you a bossy look.

Knowing your defiant nature, he was quick to jump from his loving boyfriend persona to a strict boss one, and vice versa, depending on what he needed to pull out to make you obey. A bit manipulative, yes, but also so, God damn, hot.

"Okay?" he inquired, demanding your obedience.

"As you wish, boss," you teased, as you freed your hands from his grasp and put them above your head.

"Good girl," he murmured approvingly, his fingers gripping your thighs as he dived in between your legs.

It was extremely hard - to just keep laying there, without trying to grab his hair or to close your thighs. You tried your best to be submissive, since he specifically asked for this. You whined and gasped, as he added one finger, then another, while simultaneously eating you out so lovingly, but demandingly at the same time. Usually he liked to tease, but not today: his birthday was about to end in 40 minutes and he wanted to do everything he could in that short span of a time.

So, he skillfully was pushing you closer and closer to edge, until your legs started to shake, struggling to maintain the same restrictive position.

"Dino, I-"

"Don't hold back, princess."

Then it hit you, the tight coil of arousal in your lower belly coming undone, as Dino's tongue and fingers helped you getting through your orgasm.

"Good girl," he praised you again, placing a soft kiss on your thigh. "Did so well for me," a kiss on your belly. "But we're not done, right, princess?" a kiss on your neck.

Then he cradled your face in his palms, his lips covering yours in a gentle, romantic kiss, even though his hard penis was hitting your thigh and his face smelled of your arousal.

"Mhm," you hummed, as he turned you on your stomach, putting a pillow under your pelvis, then kissing you behind an ear.

You heard him trying to find a condom and your heart started to beat faster. Your eyes shoot to the clock and there was another 30 minutes of his birthday left. Making a decision, you looked back as he was about to rip the wrap open, but you grabbed his hand just in time.

"Wait," you muttered, looking everywhere but at his face.

"What's wrong?" his voice laced with worry and concern. Did he hurt you? Were you feeling unwell? Just say the word, and he would drop everything and start pampering you.

"I- I've been thinking about it," you stuttered, still avoiding eye contact, since the idea you were about to propose was a crazy one. But at the same time it was something you'd been considering for some time now:

"Do you... perhaps... want to do it raw?" you blurted out, letting go of his hand and pushing your face down against the covers. "I don't mind, really."

You didn't see it, but at first his facial features relaxed when he realized that you were alright and only after he had actually processed what you proposed, his eyes gleamed and widened. He carefully crawled on top of you, not touching yet, just with an intention of seeing your face.

"Wait, do you mean..?" he brushed the hair of your face, getting your embarrassed side eye in return.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

"Are you sure?" his voice was warm, but serious. It was a new step in your relationship, a risky one, and he wanted to make sure that you understood its severity.

"Yes. One hundred percent," you leaned into his fingers that brushed over your cheek, then your belly coiled one more time, when he gripped your chin to make you to look at him.

His chocolate eyes were glazing at you intently, searching for any sign of deceit in your soul. When he found none, his eyes darkened a little, as he whispered against your lips:

"Say it then. Say it clearly, so that I know I didn't get it wrong."

The warmth of his body, the smell of your arousal, the throbbing between your legs but, more importantly, the overwhelming love and admiration for that man prompted you to unapologetically and blatantly loud utter the following words:

"I want you to cum in me."

His lips on yours showed that the deal was sealed. Only heavens knew how long he waited for you to say these words, to express how strongly you belonged to him.

He penetrated you slowly, gently, these were the new sensations for both of you. He was hissing, grunting and blabbering how good you feel, as his mouth was leaving hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. You couldn't keep your arms to yourself anymore, so you tugged at his hair, and the harder you were tugging, the harder his thrusts were.

"So good for me. Such a perfect fit. God, I love you so much. Going to cum inside, paint your walls with my seed. If you get pregnant, I'll take care of you so well," his arms slid under your body, one to cup your breast, to play with your nipple and the other to toy with your clit.

Your second orgasm was closing in and you knew that Dino wasn't that far behind as well.

"Fuck, you're so tight. You're going to cum again," he was panting against your neck. "I'm going to breed you. That's what you want, right?" he tilted your head again, catching your gasps with his mouth. "You want me breed you, don't you, love? Say it."

His movements were becoming more hectic and you knew that he was very, very close, just one phrase could have pushed him over the edge. And you were happy to deliver it with the dirtiest look on your face.

"I do. Please, breed me, Dino."

That was it. With the loudest moan, he head fell against your shoulder as the thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy and womb. It was such a weird but pleasant feeling that your second orgasm crashed you at that same moment.

With some reluctance he pulled out, the view of his cum trickling down your thigh, had almost made him hard again. Or more like, did make him hard, but he hurried to cover his boner and take care of you. He would definitely discuss the prospect of having kids a bit later with you, but not now.

It took some time for both of you to come down from your highs, his penis still inside of you. When you finally caught your breath and came back to reality, he breathed against your cheek, "Fuck, I love you so much," and placed a soft kiss.

"Look, it's midnight," you smiled wearily, pointing at the clock.

"Thank you for spending my birthday with me," he murmured, turning you to lay on your back, as he was carefully wiping your thighs with tissues. "It was perfect. And i don't mean only the latest part," he smiles.

"You're welcome," you laughed, tracing the tattoo on his arm with your fingers. "And I love you too."

His lips covered yours the moment you uttered your little confession. No matter how many times you were saying it, he just couldn't get enough.

Not to mention, that perhaps he couldn't just tolerate that boner and needed to do something about it.

[ah0rmone]

chat do we want a birthday smut scenario for dino cavallone? yes or no

[ah0rmone]

i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.

[ah0rmone]

good lord, it was so good...

SNAP AND BREAK

SYNOPSIS you piss caleb off by going on a risky mission so he makes you pay. dearly.

WARNINGS caleb x fem!reader, fights, arguments, tension, misunderstandings, secret relationship, pseudo-cest, punishment, unprotected sex, improper use of evol, gagging, cockwarming, restraints, bondage, bdsm scene, size difference, verbal humiliation, pussy job, dirty talk, multiple positions, orgasm edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, nipple play, marking, biting, forgiveness, aftercare

DAWN SAYS another one for the cfgc <3 caleb punish me challenge mode: extremely hard. also, big thanks to bb vienna for tossing back some ideas and helping me shape up this bad boy ❤️

x / a03

It’s not often Caleb comes home for the holidays, and when he does, you want to make sure everything’s perfect for him. 

Sweat dots your brow, dripping down your neck as you spring around the house like a frantic OTTO-PHO, cleaning every inch of your old home and picking up after any mess left behind. With Gran in elderly care and your childhood friend stuck in Skyhaven, the onus is on you to keep the space spick-and-span—a duty you sorely neglected due to your erratic mission schedule. 

Damn it, you scowl, glancing at the clock. It’s already 9PM… Caleb could be home anytime soon…

Huffing, you bring out a box of Christmas lights, completely entangled together in a wiry mess, and you groan at the thought of spending hours trying to get one end loose from the other. Sure, Christmas Eve is a time for families to gather together and enjoy the festivities with merriment, food and one too many glasses of bourbon, but as much as you would love to spend time with Caleb on his rare days back in Linkon, there’s a lingering thought in the back of your mind, connected right to the Hunter’s watch on your wrist.

As you check through the notifs, you miss the front door clicking open, the soft scuffle of boots on the wooden floor only reaching your distracted ears when the person was a few feet from you. Despite your wicked fast reflexes, Caleb is quicker, caging you in his arms, pulling you tightly to his chest as his boyish laughter grazes your ears. 

“Really, pipsqueak? Being distracted could cost you some Hunter brownie points.”

“Caleb!” you squeal, whirling around and smacking his chest, your eyes sparkling at the sight of him. “When did you get here?! I didn’t even hear your bike.”

He releases his grip on your waist, spinning you to face him, taking you in with his warm gaze. You didn’t miss the dark circles under his eyes, stress-induced from nights in a world so far above the ground, with secrets you sense he could never tell you. 

“Guess someone was more distracted than I gave her credit for,” he teases, ignoring your probing gaze.

You tighten your grip on his arm, and pull him closer, scrutinizing him from head to toe. “And you look like you haven’t slept in days.” 

“Jeez,” he worms out of your grasp, though his cheery disposition remains unflappable. “Are you trying to steal my thunder? I’m the one that’s supposed to be the nagger, not the other way around. And you look like you’re short of a few days of sleep, too, Pips.” 

It never surprises you how at ease he makes you feel. Banter and laughter flow freely between Caleb and you, and where words fall short, the silence remains warm and companionable. The scent of food is in the air, and you take a moment to inhale the fragrance of warm bread leaving the pan greedily. Caleb makes your favorite baozi, the sweet dough mingling with the succulent fattiness of the pork belly sandwiched between the two buns melting on your tongue, sending sparks of serotonin straight to the pleasure center of your brain. 

He watches you eat with a twinkle in his eye. “Good?” 

"Heavenly,” you practically moan, and take another bite. You miss his eyes darkening, the quick aversion of his gaze from your blissed-out face.

“Mhm. Glad you love it,” he raps the table with his knuckles and stands, focused on the tasks ahead. “We’ll pick up Gran from the care center tomorrow and return home. Can I trust you with the turkey, Pips?” 

You nod, dusting your fingers free from crumbs and standing, too. “Got it. Turkey. What about the cupcakes?” 

“Oh, I can get them delivered. Don’t worry,” he reassures with a grin. “Wouldn’t want Gran to worry about us stuck in Christmas traffic.” 

He’s got a point. When Christmas Eve arrives, the streets of Linkon bustle with throngs of bodies hurrying down the sidewalks, a sense of urgency and excitement in the air. You’re carrying the turkey back to your bike when a familiar vibration on your wrist pulls your attention from strapping the bird tightly into your rear basket, and your heart falls when you see the fluctuation pattern. 

Wanderers. 

Your mind rushes with the implications of what comes next, and in your ear, the ever-present comm beeps, Nero’s voice on the other end briefing Team Alpha. 

“... interrupt Christmas break… urgent deployment to Chansia City—team of explorers—Caves—” 

It comes in bits and pieces. You’re struggling to listen while kicking your bike into gear, revving back home to pack for the overnight mission. 

“Nero, slow down—which part is overrun?” Jenna demands, her voice crisp from the other end of the line. 

“—Chapel Bay. We need reinforcements—”

Kicking up dirt in your wake, you zip back home, arriving in time for Caleb to poke his head past the door, his greeting dying on his lips when he sees the tension radiating off you in waves.

“Pipsqueak, what’s wrong—?”

There’s no time to consider softening the blow when an entire neighborhood is at risk of being wiped out by Wanderers.

“I just got a call to go to Chansia. There’s been a huge Wanderer attack.” You pry the turkey from your bike’s rear basket and hand it to him, sprinting back into the house to pack when a tight grip on your wrist stops you.

“Slow down, Pipsqueak,” Caleb urges, his eyes wide with trepidation. “Did you just say Chansia?” 

You nod, and something in his expression darkens.

“You can’t go.” 

“Wh—?” 

Before you can protest, Caleb slams the front door closed, barricading it with his broader build. “Pips, that area is certified Wanderer territory after the Profield Fall six months ago. Going there would be signing your death sentence .” 

His words ring in your mind, leaving behind a tremor of fear. But, your stubbornness and need to help takes precedence over whatever hesitation you might feel, and you shake your head.

“Caleb, it’s my job—”

“ Y/N, please.” 

No Pipsqueak, Pips, or short stack …

Your eyes widen as the realization hits you square in the chest. Caleb is completely serious about this. You take a step back when he corners you against the wall, those amethyst eyes shining with a desperate plea for you to listen to him—just this once.

“Trust me when I say this—the DAA knows what’s going on there and we’ve escalated it to Zone Three status. You could die there, Y/N—”

“Caleb, I can’t just leave my team behind!” 

He swallows hard, crossing his arms and in a tone brokering no argument, he utters: “Give me Captain Jenna’s number right now.” 

You gape at him, wondering if he’s lost his mind. “ Are you trying to get me fired? ” 

“Family code for the Hunter’s Association means family members can refuse to allow a Hunter to serve—”

“Now you’re just making things up!” 

Your cheeks burn hotly with indignation, eyes narrowing at the sight of his wilful glare. Deep down, Caleb is just worried for you, his overprotective big brother tendencies leaving him resolutely firm on not allowing you to go. But, you’re not a kid anymore, and this is the duty you swore to uphold. Family or not, Caleb has no right to stop you from leaving.

“No,” you reiterate, standing your ground. “Caleb, this is unacceptable. You can’t just dictate when I can do my job just like that!” 

“Oh, I can and I will.” 

You feel a firm tug around your waist, and to your horror, his Evol snatches your phone from deep inside your pants pocket. “Hey—!”

He holds it above your head, no longer goofing around like he usually does when he teases you like this; expression serious and unyielding. “Tell me your phone password now.” 

You seethe, wondering if he’s lost his mind. “Absolutely not!” Palm to his chest, he grunts, feeling the first stirrings of your Resonance piercing through the atoms binding his telekinesis together, goading him to explode. He grabs your wrist with the other hand, a mutinous and unfamiliar glare twisting his mouth into a sneer.

“Oh, don’t even think about using your Evol on me, little missy.” With a staggering strength you thought he would never use on you, Caleb drags you closer, pressing your thumb on the phone’s biometric sensor. It lights up and your phone unlocks, leaving him privy to your contacts.

In one swift motion, you kick him right in the bend of his knee, knocking him off balance. Caleb yelps and the turkey you so carefully transported back home goes crashing to the ground along with his knees hitting the carpet. Moving fluidly, you grab his shoulder, restraining his arm behind his back, forcing him to relinquish his grip on your phone where it clatters onto the floor. 

“Pips—”

You push your knee right in between his shoulder blades, forcing him to the ground. 

Caleb grunts in pain, but you’re too angry to even care about his discomfort.

“How dare you come in the way of my job?” You spit out, increasing the force of your knee into his back. “You have no right, Caleb. None.” 

“I was just—”

“What’s going on?!” 

You both glance up to find Gran staring at you in horror, frozen in her wheelchair. It’s been years since she saw a fight this bad between you and Caleb—the last one being when you two were angsty teenagers. At the look of dismay on her face, you hesitate and ease up, letting him go. Caleb rises with a derisive scoff, and without a second glance, tosses your phone back to you, remaining indifferent when you fumble to catch it. 

“Fine. But, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you’re going through with this, then I have nothing else to say to you.”

He walks away, his head bent, broad shoulders tense with frustration. You watch him disappear back into the kitchen and glance down at the mess of the turkey scattered on the floor—reminding you of the chaos you’ve brought to what was supposed to be a day of family and celebration. How you single-handedly ruined Christmas Eve. 

“Gran, I’m—”

She raises a hand to stop your string of excuses and apologies. “Whatever you need to do, go and do it. Just come back in one piece, dear.” 

You glance at the deep set lines of her face, the kindness in her eyes you didn’t deserve. “Could you tell him…?” You trail off, and flicker your gaze to the kitchen. Gran nods, imperceptibly understanding your request. 

“I’ll speak to him, don’t you worry.” 

Taking one last look at her, you nod and hitch the strap of your purse higher, thoughts already racing on the logistics of returning to the Association base and retrieving your hunting gear. As you straddle your bike, you steal a final glance at the kitchen window, wondering if he could see you pulling away. But, the curtains are drawn, and the lights dim.

Feeling the melancholy of separating on such awful terms with him, you kick up the bike stand and zip down the highway to your unknown fate, ready to fight Wanderers despite how much every fiber in your body was screaming at you to turn around and make things right with Caleb. 

Caleb stares at the phone in his hand. It’s been three days since he last heard from you; since he last saw you. 

He’s gone through the entire cycle of grief the whole time you’ve been missing from his side: denial that you had the nerve to hurt him after all he’s done for you, anger at the way you dismissed his concerns and complaints about him mother henning you when all he wants is to ensure your safety; bargaining with the voices in his mind to forgive and forget; a crippling depression at the lack of consideration you had for him by not even bothering to reach out and finally acceptance that come what may, you had to return home.

He wouldn’t rest till he sees you again—till he makes sure you’re safe and whole.

But, when the fourth day trickles by with still no sign or contact from you, anxiety gnaws him right to the bone and he can’t focus on anything else but the chirp of his phone, heart pounding wildly and breath hitching as he picks it up, hoping to see the golden notification which will indicate you’re still alive. 

He’s disappointed time and time again. 

Yet, he doesn’t switch off his phone or mute it. Caleb reasons if you ever did call him, he would always be on standby to berate you. 

(And ask you when you’ll be coming home again so he can prepare to see you). 

His heart echoes a dull thud that grows murkier and darker with each growing day of your absence. Till he can’t take it anymore and punches in the emergency number you left on the fridge, hearing the dial tone that echoes forlornly in the background of this empty kitchen soaking in the last rays of sunset.

The call doesn’t go through, and he tries the other number you left for him. 

“Hello?” 

Mercifully, a woman answers and his white-knuckled grip on the phone tightens. 

“Hi,” he stutters and feels like a fool. “My name is Caleb. I’m… Y/N’s friend,” clearing his throat, he presses on. “I haven’t heard from her in days and I’m starting to, uh, get worried. Is she—?”

He barely gets the question out when the woman interrupts him, not unkindly. 

“Caleb, isn’t it? You’re her adopted brother. My name is Jenna and I’m the captain of Team Alpha. Unfortunately, I cannot disclose any further information about our Deepspace Hunters except that they are currently on a very important mission.”

Jenna’s tone is steepled in regret, and Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know. I know, damn it.” If she finds his cursing crass, she doesn’t comment on it. “But, it’s been four days already. I just need to know—”

“Mr. Caleb, we understand your frustration, but please, do let us handle the mission on our end, and if there are any updates—”

“You’d only tell me if she returns in a body bag.” 

The transparency of his resigned statement floats uneasily like a greasy film over a thick coating of lies he’s very well accustomed to in the military and law enforcement world. The reality is this: he would never know if you were alive until you came back home.

Caleb thumps his forehead against the frosty kitchen glass, watching the white snowflakes dance in front of him with listless, pained violet eyes. The necklace you gifted him hangs from his neck like a noose, threatening to choke the last of his composure. He struggles to hold onto his temper, as he swallows and nods.

“Alright. Roger that. Thank you, Captain.” 

He doesn’t give Jenna a chance to reply, ending the call and, in a fit of rage, slams his phone onto the table. His sudden fit of anger doesn't go unobserved, Gran’s weary eyes watching him pace restlessly through the kitchen, not noticing her sitting in the dark corner. She wants to comfort him but doesn’t know how. After all, it was you who usually took the mantle of calming down this unnerving, determined young man during his rare, but terrifying bouts of rage. 

Gran sighs quietly and stares up at the ceiling as if she could see past the layers of plaster and unease and into the graying, snowy sky.

Caleb slams the front door on his way out to god knows where. Like always, she remains reticent and disengaged, sitting in the furthest corner where his disconcerting emotions could never reach her. 

You weren’t expecting anyone to wait for you back in your apartment when you finally returned home. 

Light snow coats the front of your lobby stairs, and the second he sees you, the doorman waves to catch your attention. 

“Oh, Miss Hunter! You have a care package waiting for you in the mail room.” 

Curious and weary from your arduous mission, you trudge to the mailroom to retrieve the package under your name. Clasping it in one arm, you drag your tired and bruised body straight to your apartment and push open the door, switching on the lights and air conditioning. The space smells of stale air and an underlying current of tension, greeting you with a lingering melancholy you couldn’t quite shake off. 

You carefully close the door behind you and set the package on your dining table. Glancing out at the twinkling lights of the street below, the feeling of missing out on an important holiday creeps back in, and you fight back the urge to sob.

Now’s not the time…your inner voice chimes. You need to eat something… shower and rest. Wiping your damp eyes, you take a deep breath. The time to break down and mourn over your guilt can come later. 

Tearing the package open, your heart skips a beat when you see a bento box filled with dehydrated vegetables, powdered cranberry sauce, dried turkey, and a side of instant mac ‘n’ cheese. A note, written in a blocky scrawl you recognize as Caleb’s, makes the lump of guilt in your throat thicken even more. 

Merry Christmas, Pipsqueak. We missed you. — C

You boil some water, microwave the food, and rehydrate the greens again, taking your sad pre-packed Christmas meal on the balcony. The food is good, and you have an inkling of Caleb freeze-drying it for you—begrudgingly making sure you could still enjoy your holiday even after the catastrophic fight you both had. 

As you chew listlessly on a slice of turkey, you glance up at the sky where you imagine the outline of Skyhaven to be, snowflakes clinging onto the ends of your lashes, falling like powdered sugar onto your bare hands. 

Caleb… your mind echoes forlornly. Did he return to the base? Is he still here in Linkon? 

One quick look at your Moments feed, and you see he’s still here, catching up with old classmates and grinning brightly in his photos like the two of you hadn’t been at each other’s throats just a few days ago.

The temptation to call him up is at odds with your bruised ego from the smothering behavior he exhibited days earlier. A part of you wants an excuse to see him again despite the growing distance since the argument—to thank him for the meal he prepared for you. 

Snowflakes melt in your hair, an unceasing chill creeping up on you. Despite the unusual distance creeping insidiously into your relationship, the chill, the reproachful silence—the meal he sent you was more than a peace offering. It was his version of an apology. 

Your mind floats a million miles away, thinking about Caleb, wondering if he is still mad at you. You heave a sigh. As much as you dread it, there’s only one way to find out. 

Pulling out your phone, you click on his number. The dial tone drones on and on, plucking on your nerves, and you reflexively nibble on your nails, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hello! ” You expel a rushed breath, an apology on the tip of your tongue when you’re hit with the realization that you’ve reached his voicemail box instead. “—probably busy. Please leave a message after the beep—”

Silence. You catch a staggering breath. “Caleb? It’s me. If you get this, let’s meet up, ‘kay? Talk to you soon.” 

There’s a hum in the night air, a tension drawing lines around your taut figure. You wait and wait for his return call, glancing at your phone every minute, checking on your messages in case he left one when your back was turned. The warm shower you took could barely flush out the thought of Caleb, your anxiety peaking when you decide to check on Moments, seeing him post a picture of his dinner with his friends, but leaving your message on read.

Crap. You’re in deep trouble now. Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, rubbing your face.

There isn’t a hint of doubt that he’s punishing you now with the silent treatment. Caleb is never the type to avoid confrontations—he thrives on them. He loves arguing, challenging your worldview, and trying to prove his point, just to rub it in your face that he will always be right. 

The indifference is odd; this distance is not like him.

Before you can stop yourself from calling him again, you slip on your coat, tug on your scarf, and rush to your bike. 

I’m going to make him talk to me if it’s the last thing I do, you think viciously, revving up the bike aggressively—kicking up snow and dirt in your wake to break this frostiness between you two.  

In fifteen minutes, you find yourself in front of your childhood home, the kitchen lights glowing warmly. Gran is probably already back at the elderly care center, and since Caleb is still treating you as public enemy #1, he’s staying here to keep his distance from you. You kill the engine and march straight up to the door, unlocking it with your spare key.

Inside the house is warm and toasty, the faint smell of food drifting from the kitchen. You freeze when the sound of heavy footsteps reaches your ears, looking straight into his wide, amethyst eyes.

Caleb exhales a sharp breath, his mouth dropping open slightly. “Pipsqueak…” 

You remain nailed to the spot, wondering if he would kick you out—ask you to leave for daring to show your face here again. But, he does no such thing, beckoning you to close the door and come in. Though he doesn’t outright reject you, he doesn’t welcome you with open arms, either, the usual exuberance and grins he reserves for you nowhere to be found on his unsettlingly serious expression. 

Caleb goes back into the kitchen, picking up a towel to wipe down his hands. The paper plane bracelet you got for him years ago peeks past the sleeve of his gray hoodie, a reminder of happier times between you two. 

You hesitate for a single second by the doorway, wondering when the thought of home left you this cold and disorientated. 

Like a lost puppy, you trail after him, removing your jacket and setting it on the back of a dining chair.

“Thank you… for the meal,” your hoarse voice breaks the icy silence. 

Caleb glances at you from behind the kitchen island and nods. “You’re welcome.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, and the easy familiarity from years of knowing each other fades into a glacial stillness. You hear your breath leaving your lips, and sense the way he’s avoiding your eyes.

“Caleb—”

He scoffs at the sound of his name leaving your lips, and turns around, putting all his focus on the bread he’s baking. You know him well enough to understand he only bakes when he’s completely stressed out over something.

Without thinking, you touch his wrist, not anticipating the sharp way he draws his hand back from you.

“Caleb…” 

He doesn’t glance at you—barely gives your pain a second glance. “What’re you doing here, Pipsqueak?” He murmurs gruffly. “Aren’t you supposed to be writing a debrief report right now?” 

As much as his distance stings, his dismissal hurts even worse, feeling like a knife carving through your chest. 

“It’s Christmas season,” you whisper. “The offices are closed—”

“And yet, risky missions still prevail, huh?” 

His words bite straight to your core, and you wince. “Caleb, it’s not—”

“Save it,” your childhood friend cuts you off, jerking his chin towards the dining table. “Sit down there and don’t disturb me. I’m making sourdough focaccia and if something goes wrong, I will 100% blame you.”

Despite the warning in his tone, you can’t help but smile faintly.

“Okay…”

Taking a seat at the table, you watch him work. The sleeves of his hoodie stretch tautly over his bulging biceps, rolling up to expose his forearms as he works the dough into a malleable ball. The silence is something new, a phenomenon born from the supernova of your hasty mistakes, leaving gaping black holes of awkwardness surrounding the two of you. Any light coming through from your attempts to make conversation is shut down with a dismissive hum or grunt from Caleb. 

You can tell he’s avoiding any attempts to talk, focusing on making the bread and ignoring your presence in the corner of his eye. The childish part of you that grew up with his undivided attention screams, tearing and twisting in your chest, needing to reclaim his interest and care again. You pout, sulk, and heave numerous heavy sighs. But, he doesn’t turn to look at you, much too busy focusing on brushing basil oil onto the bubbling surface of the dough. 

So, you amp up the distractions. You circle closer and closer to him, pressing your face near his shoulder to watch him decorate the dough with slivers of cherry tomatoes. You linger when he turns to grab the container of sea salt flakes, playfully sticking your finger into the concoction to pop a bubble forming.

“Okay, that’s it—” 

He grabs your wrist and tugs you back into the living room, making you sit on the couch with a scowl on his face. The look of pure wrath in his expression startles you, and you barely have time to murmur an apology when he shakes his head, glare intensifying. 

“Stay out of my hair, Pipsqueak. I mean it. ” 

“But—”

He whirls around, silencing you with a deep and unmistakable glint of rage in his usually gentle purple eyes. You fall into a stuttering disquiet, unable to stop the hurt from flashing across your face.

“Caleb—”

“Don’t give me that look. And stay away from the kitchen.” Stay away from me. He doesn’t say it, but the warning is implicit. 

You’ve never seen him this enraged before. Your breath falls out in a huff, and you give him an incredulous look. Caleb turns around, completely ignoring you, and returns to his focaccia. A voice in your head chimes in, telling you to just own up to your mistakes and apologize to him. But, the stubborn part of your consciousness, the one who insists she’s right despite how poorly she had treated one of her oldest childhood friends, remains stubbornly set on not breaking the ice first.

Easier said than done. 

It’s hard. 

It’s hard for you to sit on the couch, quiet and seething when Caleb is just a few feet away. It’s absolute torture to not be in there with him, yapping off his ear with updates to your mission, or trying to sneak eat a few cherry tomatoes when his back is turned. You miss him, and you miss his shitty jokes and dopey smile. You miss him. 

You find yourself sneaking glances at him, wondering if he’s making an extra batch for you—hoping he isn’t too mad to deny you from having a focaccia slice. You know you’re being selfish and immature again, thinking he will be okay with you after the stunt you pulled on him when the reality of his dejection runs deeper.

Shamelessly, you stand and venture back into the kitchen, unlike a stray kitten who could never take a hint. You stand by his side, hovering around until he pays you a morsel of attention—gifting you back his sunny smiles and easygoing laughter.

But, Caleb remains steadfast in his efforts to ignore you, and you decide it’s time to bring out the big guns. Pressing closer to him, you lean your head against his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek into the soft material of his hoodie.

“Gege… don’t be mad at me…”  

He stiffens, and yet, you persist with your efforts. Playfully nipping the back of his ear, you find his weakness in an instant, hearing his breath catch in the back of his throat.

Caleb pretends you don’t exist, letting you fight for his attention, but you can tell his resolve is crumbling. You hear the hitch in his quiet groan when you lick the sensitive shell of his ear, the heat of your body seeping past the thick fabric of his hoodie.

Gran isn’t here, and you don’t have to hide your desires from her, free to mess around with Caleb as much as you can. 

You stand on your tiptoes, tracing the tip of your tongue down the curve of his neck, scraping your teeth against his sensitive skin.

Caleb hisses, and you fight back the urge to grin in triumph. His hands grip the marble island’s edge with a white-knuckle hold. You feel his resolution to ignore you falling apart, piece by piece, simmering in the knowledge of you offering yourself to him as a way of apologizing for the things you said—how you hurt him both physically and emotionally before your mission. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, gege,” you murmur against the salt of his skin, feeling his body heat under your touch. “Can you ever forgive me? Can you ever forgive your mei mei? ”

He bites back a groan, narrowing his eyes. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Pipsqueak…” he hisses under his breath. 

The way he says it, full of anger and warning, sends a sick, dark thrill up your spine. You resist the urge to lay off him, needing him to fully crack and give in to your whims like he always does—like he always will when it comes to you because you’re nothing if not Caleb’s spoiled rotten mei mei who always gets what she wants.

“Pipsqueak—” his words cut off into a low growl when he feels your arms belting around his waist, your hands sliding further down… fingertips teasingly brushing the bulge tenting under his pants. “Watch it.”

But, his warning lacks bite, and you gnaw on your lower lip, feeling his patience slowly dissipating. Caleb is once again putty in your hands, easy to mold to your desires. You grin against his back, feeling the same revulsive knot twisting in your stomach, the stench of the impending perverseness making your nostrils flare. 

“ Gege… ” you whisper again. 

It’s the final nail to the coffin of his attempts to resist you. Except when he snaps, he does it in a way you never expect. 

Caleb grabs your hand and spins you around, pinning you right to the counter edge. Without a second’s hesitation, he drags your pants down, baring your vulnerable backside. The stinging pain of his hit on your left cheek draws you up short, and you cry out, cursing profusely. 

“My, my,” you can hear the grin in his dark tone. “Such a mouth you have on yourself, mei mei … you need to be reprimanded.” 

Another sharp spank lands on your right cheek this time, and your head jerks up, a yelp slipping past your clenched teeth.

“C-Caleb—”

“Don’t you dare Caleb me,” he sneers and drags you like you’re a ragdoll to the bedroom—his bedroom. Inside, you’re faced with gege’s full wrath, as he stands before you, tall and imposing, those amethyst eyes barely wavering when he takes in your warm cheeks and the glimmer of pain simmering in your gaze.

“Strip,” Caleb commands, lifting a dark brow. “ Now .” 

You want to argue, to tell him to ease up, but the look on his face remains flinty and firm. 

Swallowing your trepidation, you start by pulling your shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Caleb’s expression doesn’t shift, not even when his eyes rake over the lace bra you’re wearing. His jaw tightens, and he gestures at your pants, silently telling you to go all in if you want to earn his forgiveness back. 

You reluctantly tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and drag them down, leaving you shivering in your matching lacy panties.

He scoffs, running his eyes up and down your scantily-clad form. “You sure you weren’t thinking indecent thoughts, you shameless minx? Good girls don’t try to seduce their older brothers by looking like this.”

You flush warmly at his degrading words, feeling your bravado slipping. “I-I wasn’t—”

Your words die in the back of your throat when you feel the restrictive force of his Evol grasping your wrists, drawing them above your head. Caleb’s expression and outstretched hand don't falter, and he takes another step closer, bearing down on your helplessness.

“Be quiet,” he snaps. Flicking his fingers, he pushes you against the wall, hearing the gust of breath rushing out your lungs when your back hits the hard plaster. You grunt in surprise, struggling and failing to fight your way out of the bonds he has your wrists in. 

“Scared?” He goads, approaching you, taking your chin, and tilting your face up. The look in his eyes is borderline terrifying—you’ve never seen Caleb ( your sweet, lovely, kind, and sunny Caleb )—look this angry in your life. “This is what you wanted, right?” Grabbing your wrists in one large palm, he tightens his grip on you. “Teasing me… hurting me… you have a knack for breaking your gege’s heart, huh, Pipsqueak?” 

You shake your head, wanting to protest when he silences you with a punishing kiss. Caleb bites down on your lower lip, your words and coherence lost in the slurry mess of his tongue fighting yours, tasting the warmth and wetness of your mouth. 

“Mhm,” you moan into the kiss, tilting your head to the side to get more—taste more of him. He runs the tip of his tongue over the hard ridges of your teeth, squeezing your cheeks in a possessive hold, forcing your mouth to remain open and giving as he continues to take what he wants without a care for your pathetic whines.

“Don’t think I’ll go nice on you, Y/N,” he warns, tipping your head back, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of your ear. “You treated me like dirt before you left. You hurt my feelings—” He growls, biting down hard on your earlobe. “You selfish, bratty little Pipsqueak… I won’t go easy on you, do you hear me? Nod if you understand.”

You can’t do anything but nod, helpless in the face of his anger. The corners of his mouth twitch at the sight of your submission, the dark monster within he tries hard to suppress rearing its jealous head, beckoning him to devour you. With a surprising show of dominance, he tangles his fingers in your hair, yanking your head back with a grunt, exposing more of your throat to his wandering lips.

He licks, nips, and sucks his marks onto the pristine column of your throat, needing to see his marks bloom on your skin. Caleb is relentless in his attempts to remind you who you belong to.

The force of his touch sends sparks of thrill up your spine, and you gasp with every hot press of his open-mouth kisses to your vulnerable jaw and neck.

Caleb’s teeth scrapes your sensitive skin, drawing guttural gasps from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Ca-leb—” you break off into a hiss when his Evol rearranges your limbs, spreading your thighs wider; your arms restrained above your head. The last time he had you in this position was a summer ago before he left for a mission to Vagrant Land. You swore after that night when he was done with you, that you had to double your Plan B dosage less your body betrayed you and you conceived his baby. 

“Please—” 

He doesn’t hear your begging, taking a step closer, his bigger build pressing harder into your body. 

“I said: Shut. Up. ”

In one swift motion, his telekinesis holds your lips shut, your struggles and indignant squeals barely triggering a reaction from him. The look on his face sparks both terror and desire, your body responding to his unexpected dominance; proof of your arousal shining from between your thighs.

“Already wet? How pathetic…” 

He smirks, coating his fingers with the proof of your desire pooling right between your folds. 

“Mhmph—Cwaleb—” your desperate squeak shoots his ego straight up to the moon, and Caleb is on cloud nine. 

Such a desperate, little Pipsqueak. You want this so badly, huh? Mhm hmm. That’s right. That’s fucking right. You like my fingers in you? Good girl. Such a good, little Pipsqueak. You’re doing so well—fuck.

His anger aside, Caleb can’t help but praise you. It’s his default; his DNA. You drive him insane and he wants to punish you for getting under his skin—where you’ll always belong, not if he can help it.

“Something you wanna say, Pips?” he sneers, pumping two long, lithe, and callused fingers inside of you, catching on a spot that makes your toes curl. 

“S-swo…sworry,” you manage to spit past the pressure clamping your mouth shut, tears swimming in your eyes, “Cwaleb… mhm .”

He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy your struggle. The flush on your cheeks, the wetness glimmering on your lips. Caleb wants to see you completely and utterly ruined for him. 

“Beg,” he commands, slipping into his Captain persona with ease. In his eyes, you were nothing but an unruly cadet in need of a stern fixing. “Beg me and I might give you what you want.”

Thumb on your clit, he’s driving you delirious with feathery, teasing circles. Your eyes roll back into your head. 

Cwaleb, you groan against his Evol. Pwease—mhmph!

The pressure of his fingers gets meaner, the look in his violet eyes muffling the last of your protests. Giving up on trying to get him to relent, you submit with feeble sighs, letting him take full control. Caleb grins, feeling you succumbing to his ministrations, your squeaks and sighs growing louder and more distraught. 

He loves having you like this—on the edge, overstimulated, and completely relying on him.

Years of knowing your body and what makes you tick is enough for him to push your buttons—taking your limits past the breaking point.

He’s meticulous and sure with his punishment, doing whatever it takes to hammer in the anger and shame he wants you to feel—the lesson he’s trying to impart to your desperate body and distraught mind.

As he releases the pressure on your mouth so you can moan and gasp freely, Caleb’s quick with a foot of rope, using it to bind your hands in your front, allowing you just enough give to grip a pen in your shaky hand as he makes you sit on his cock and write ‘I will always obey my gege’ over and over again until your eyes swim, and your cunt is pulsing from every slight movement. 

He teases you with shallow thrusts, lips in the crook of your neck, and warm, large palms covering your heaving breasts; playing with your distended nipples till they blossom into a pretty blush shade. 

Driving you further into a pleasure-filled delirium, he rubs your clit with teasing circles, smacking your thighs when they start to snap close.

“I said—keep 'em’ open unless you know what’s good for ya, princess,” he sneers, leaving another stinging mark blooming on the plush flesh. 

“Please…” The plea drops from your swollen lips and he chuckles. 

“Struggling already?” 

Caleb peers over your shoulder at your almost illegible writing and shakes his head. “I thought you were better than this—didn’t you once win the best handwriting award in high school? Tch.” 

To your mortification and horror, he picks up the sheet of paper and tears it in half, ruining your hour-long effort of completing a hundred lines.

“Again,” he orders, and grabs a blank sheet, placing it in front of you. “And make sure your writing is pretty Pipsqueak. I wanna frame this.”

A strangled whimper tumbles from your mouth, and behind you, Caleb smirks at the sheer frustration at the sound.

Good.

Now, you would understand a sliver of the anguish he felt when you went missing for days. Now, you would feel the exasperation and outrage he did—and god, does it feelgood to watch you come undone for him. 

You pick up the pen, and with a teary, little huff, start to write again. He hooks his chin over your shoulder, breath warm and distracting against your neck. 

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, chest rumbling with deep satisfaction. “Look at’cha. Doing so well… I oughta reward you after this, hmm?” 

He teasingly trails his palm up your thigh, squeezing your flesh—enjoying how your pretty, tight pussy squeezes down on him with every rasp of his palm on your skin. The sight between your thighs is lewd, a creamy mess coating the base of his cock, dribbles of arousal gathering at the lips of your entrance which ripples around his thick girth. Caleb is equal parts mesmerized and thrilled by the sight, watching how your little clit shivers when he teases her with the rough pad of his index finger; how your body shudders, and the pen in your hand shakes.

“Much better,” he compliments your penmanship, giving your clit and nipple a squeeze. 

“Ah— mhm! ” You choke through your tears. This minute reaction costs you a firm smack on your thigh, his fingernails digging into the singing flesh. 

“Did I say you could take your eyes off the paper?” Caleb demands, and in a low tone, barks out, “ Write .”

Tears mist your vision, your hips twitching and muscles tightening around the fleshy intrusion lodged deeply in your tender pussy. Caleb wraps his hands around your waist and gingerly lifts you up and down, fucking you on his cock as the words on the paper get blurrer and blurrer.

I will always obey gege.

I will always obey gege. 

I will always—

The words get subconsciously stuck in your head, your lips shaping and breathing them out in shaky puffs. Black strokes of your obedience begin to fill up half of the page, and soon the whole sheet is covered with the affirmation. Caleb presses his lips to your jaw, giving you a much softer kiss, catching you off guard with his gentleness.

“There you go… lookin’ good, darlin’.” 

He takes the paper from you and scrutinizes each word, well aware of your body trembling; your sweet, tight cunt squeezing pitifully around his cock. You’ve made such a mess on his lap, Caleb is surprised how the powerful orgasm you’ve been holding back for the past two hours hasn’t taken you under yet. It seems like one single touch and you might blow.

He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back, and sets your work down, gripping your hip tighter.

“Good girl,” he croons in your ear. Those maliciously thick and long fingers slide up the length of your thigh, reaching to wrap around your neck.

“I did what you asked,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and moaning at the sensation of his lips kissing down your throat. “A-am I forgiven yet?” 

Hmm, Caleb hums, his smirking mouth pressing on your pulse point. He loves how despite your lofty title as Linkon’s shining Hunter, you’re still so much smaller than him; your entire body dwarfed between his bigger build and the hard edge of the table. “... suppose I could show you some mercy.” 

He traces random patterns on your thigh and a sliver of hope takes root in your heart. Maybe you’ve done enough to fully earn his trust and love back. Maybe he might be merciful and kiss you—

As if you weighed next to nothing, Caleb’s strong arms carry you back to bed, setting you down on his lap again. He buries his nose in your hair and inhales like a starved man tasting honey for the first time, his tongue darting out to trace the jut of your jaw, trailing down your throat.

“You’re so sweet… so sinful…”

His grave murmurs send sparks of desire straight to your core, and you clench your thighs, whimpering.

“Caleb…” 

Your whisper is a fleeting plea of desire that disappears under his smothering kiss. Caleb devours your mouth, swirling his tongue with yours, his fingers holding your chin in place. Hungry, open-mouth kisses smear down your neck, right to your collarbone, where the ghost of his breath on your perky nipples makes you shudder.

He takes his time, playing with you while you’re all tied up and helpless. Caleb grins against your sternum, hearing your breath hitch when he parts your thighs and sinks a finger inside you with barely any prep. Your body takes him without resistance, and he nuzzles your bare breasts, relishing how soft your skin is against his cheek.

“You’re so eager… so ready for me…”

His dick throbs, but he pays it no mind, completely zeroing in on your pleasure. Caleb’s entire focus is on you—your whimpers, your sighs, how your poor, puffy pussy clenches down so nicely on his thick fingers.

You’re just ready to burst, darlin’ ... he murmurs huskily into your ear. Must be frustrating, hmm? Not being given the chance to come… I’m sure you’re aching…

His thumb circles on your greasy, little nub, hearing your soft moans and sighs in his hair. Caleb guides you to the bed, your bound body falling in a heap under him. He positions himself over you, forearms on either side of your head as he goes back to licking and sucking at your neck. 

The sting of his teeth leaving another bite leaves you light-headed with lust, your body throbbing for the slightest bit of relief.

Please… you whimper again, trying your luck. Caleb… I need you…

Yeah? He murmurs huskily. Where’dya need me, princess? 

You squirm, moving your hips and he feels you writhing underneath him. “Inside. All the way.”

His breathing hitches, blood growing hotter at the desperation and need in your tone. 

“All the way? You know what to say to get a man going, sweetness.”

“I— ohhh .”

Your words die in the back of your throat at what he does next. 

Caleb grins as he pushes your thighs apart, settling in between them. He carelessly tugs his pants down, ripping off his clothes to toss them to the floor, gifting you inches and inches of bare, tanned skin and defined muscles to gawk at. Ready, baby? Giving his cock a few good pumps, he lines the tip to your entrance, catching it on the rim of your pussy. 

Teasingly, he works the flush, sticky head up and down your weeping clit, circling your opening, pushing it in past the tight ring of muscle with taunting ‘pops’. Your gasps reach his ears, and he grins, enjoying drawing out your pleasure far too much.

Like that? He licks his lips, eyes half-hooded and heated. It’s all going in you, baby… just… at my… pace.

He punctuates each languid word with a few more inches sinking inside of you, coaxing more sweet sounds from your slack jaw.

Oh, yes… yes… fuck me, Caleb. Fuck—oooh.  

Your drawn-out hiss springs a wicked smile to his face. The way your eyes roll back; how your hips twitch. 

Spasming wildly, your sweet pussy draws him in, and Caleb can’t get enough of you. It’s excruciating how much he’s edging himself as much as he’s torturing you. But, the moment he bottoms out inside of you, all the tension condenses right to the point where you’re connected to him. 

Caleb sets a rhythm that leaves you gasping, legs wrapping instinctively around his fitted waist. His biceps and abs ripple with every thrust, those pesky lips you love too much finding the hollow of your throat, leaving behind his claim on your delicate skin for the world to see. His mouth presses to yours in a heated display of ownership, tongue delving past your lips to dominate yours. 

His taste—musk, salt, man—coats your tastebuds, and you’re swimming in his heat and scent. 

Caleb is everywhere and anywhere over you, all at once. 

His bigger build completely dwarfs you on the bed, expert hands pushing your thighs apart and pressing your knees to your chest, leaving you flushed and completely vulnerable to him.

He laughs when your clit trembles under his scrutiny, the little bud exposed with nowhere to hide. 

Zeroing in on your tender bundle of nerves, he presses his thumb to it, feeling the greasy little button twitch under his fingertip. 

You look so pretty like this… all tied up and vulnerable… just for me. 

“Caleb…” your moans begin to stutter, your hips beginning to spasm. You’re so close, all it takes is one misstep on his end to lead you down the biggest orgasm of your life.

Hours of teasing and drawing out your pleasure renders you an incoherent, babbling mess. 

Faster, faster… oh god, please. Yesyesyes. Caleb—Caleb… 

Anyone passing by the room could tell you were barely holding on by a thread. You look so beautiful under him like this: hair fanning across his pillows, cheeks warm and lips flushed. The glassy look in your eyes.

God, he’s so in love with you. 

Having you here, under him where you belong, heals the fissured part inside of him that still aches from your cruel dismissal of his concerns.

His thrusts grow more punishing, the tip of his long, girthy cock hitting your cervix. Caleb tilts your pelvis, making you take him deeper.

There ya go, sweet thing, he coaxes. Can you feel me here—? He touches your womb. Feel me where ya need me. Oh, darlin’... I’m gonna make sure you feel me for days.

Picking up his pace, the bed creaks and rocks under you. Caleb makes sure to tease your clit as well with every punishing thrust, feeling your thighs tremble around his shoulders. 

He’s so deep, so flushed against your body, he thinks you could suck him up and take him in your body forever.

Caleb is hard-pressed to admit he doesn’t want that—there is nothing in the world he desires more than to be one with your bones and breath. His movements get erratic, needing to bring you to the edge and back.

He can tell you’re close. 

The look on your face, the warmth in your cheeks. You’re holding back and he couldn’t be any more prouder.

“What do you want, princess?” He asks, eyes soft with affection.

You struggle to put your desires into words, completely wrecked at the end of his cock. 

“I… mhm— close… ”

He feels your muscles squeezing down on him, and chuckles breathlessly.

“Yeah? I can tell, princess. You want to cum—you need to cum, huh?” 

You give a teary, little nod that tugs on his heartstrings. But, Caleb isn’t done with you—not by a long shot.

He grins and without warning, switches the position, putting you on top of him. When you falter and almost fall face-first into his chest, the familiar stirrings of energy hold you upright, his Evol keeping you centered and balanced on his cock.

“Ride me,” he whispers huskily. “Show me how much you want this—prove to me how badly you want to cum.” 

The challenge in his tone drives you dizzy with lust. Licking your lips, you murmur a whimper which makes his grin stretch wider, and shift your hips, testing the give of his Evol.

Sturdy and sure, his grip on you doesn’t falter, and you quickly find a rhythm that makes his eyelids flutter shut. A groan slips from Caleb’s lips, his pretty purple eyes prying open to drink at the sight of you riding him feverishly.

Arduous and urgent, you move your hips like a pro. Caleb’s sure he’s never seen you this determined—the look in your eyes searing through him.

The sight of his dog tag and the apple charm you gave him years ago shining silver from his neck catches your eye, a stark contrast to his tanned and flushed skin. 

God… you’re killing me…

Caleb smirks at your breathless words. I do? Glad to know, princess…

His large palm collides against your plush ass, watching the flesh jiggle with each precise spank. Your sharp inhales and whines spur him on as he takes his frustrations out on your pert ass, venting the fear and anger he felt when you left him behind for that torturous week onto your willing body. 

Try to leave me again. His nostrils flare, eyes dark with promise. And I’ll make sure you’ll never have any use for your legs, you hear me, Pips

Possessive and passionate, he tangles his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the vulnerable skin of your neck. His Evol loosens its grip, and you go falling into his arms, his lips practically devouring your neck with heated kisses and nips.

You gasp when he works in another mark over one he just made a few minutes ago, the stinging bite of pain enough to get you fluttering all over his cock. 

“ Mhm… ” you groan. You’re lost to the sensations, drunk off the high he’s giving you.

Caleb is no better. He’s almost cross-eyed from the pleasure, drunkenly leaving marks on your jaw and collarbone. 

Sloppy. Languid. Caleb fucks you like he’s got all the time in the world.

He runs his hands down your back, over your sides, fondling your sore and stinging ass. Moving underneath you like a strong wave, he slowly rolls his hips up against you, pulling you closer onto his lap. 

“You’re so good… taking everything so well… my perfect pipsqueak…”

Caleb’s moans and praises get lost in the crook of your neck. He uses his free hand to grip and squeeze your breast, drawing your turgid nipples into his mouth one by one; his other hand continues to spank and grope your ass.

It’s too much—all too soon.

You’re on the edge and he still hasn’t permitted you to come. The need to be good is at war with your primal instincts to give in to the pleasure, your gasps and moans are a desperate symphony to his heated ears.

His thrusts get more erratic, the wet sounds of your bodies joining together bouncing off the walls. The windows of his bedroom start to fog up, the bed creaking maddeningly with every thrust.

“Caleb,” you gasp, feeling the familiar tension coiling in your lower belly. “Oh… oh… ”

He hears the note of panic in your tone and chuckles gravelly. Dark hair in a disarray, amethyst eyes shining with mischief. Caleb is the picture of ravaged underneath you, and there’s little doubt you’re in a much worse state above him. 

Licking his puffy lips, Caleb shakes his head, abs undulating from the release he’s also trying to hold back. 

“Uh-uh-uh, princess,” he taunts, voice dropping an octave lower. “Not yet…”

You clench your jaw and squeeze your eyes shut in despair. He grins, lips moving back to your neck, murmuring against the salt of your skin.

“I love seeing you like this… hearing you gasp and whimper… feeling you writhe so desperately above me…”

Caleb… you whisper his name like a prayer, one you hope he grants.

“Yeah, princess? Say my name… I love it when you say my name.”

“Caleb… oh… Caleb… ”

He nuzzles your neck in an unexpected gesture of adoration, feeling how tense your body is. 

“You’re so close, hmm?” He murmurs, unlike how a pet owner tries to soothe a fretting kitten. “I know you are, Pips. I can feel ya. So close… oh… and yet so… far .” 

At the last second, before you succumb to your pleasure, Caleb’s Evol lifts you off his cock, the sudden, gaping loss ripping the earth-shattering orgasm right from under your trembling body. 

No! You cry out in a thick voice, and you swear real tears spring in your eyes. No… no… please…!

Begging him shamelessly. That’s what you were reduced to. 

Caleb chuckles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He loosens his grip on you and guides you back onto his cock. You hiss from the intrusion, eyes rolling back in your head. Nothing but a puppet to her Master’s strings; Caleb is firmly in control.

He manipulates your body to his own pace, using his Evol to fuck you on top of his cock like you’re a lifeless doll, made only for his pleasure.

“Oh… oh… y-you ass—”

Caleb laughs, cutting off your tirade by gripping your hips tighter. 

“Don’tcha love it, princess? Don’t lie to me—you adore it when I tease ya. Make you work for my lovin’,” he mutters hotly into your neck. “You can deny it all ya one, Pips, but I know what you want… I know what you want deep, deep down…”

As he drawls out ‘deep’, his Evol loosens, making you slide down his cock until you bottom out. 

“ Ngh! ” You cry out, the tears in your eyes dripping down your cheeks. Caleb clicks his tongue and wipes the proof of your frustration away with his calloused thumb. 

“No need to cry, Pips. I gotcha. Gege’s got ya, don’t he?” 

You struggle to reply, the last of your coherent thoughts scrambled by his cock working you back to the edge again. 

Caleb… Caleb… you cry out, his name a mantra, a chant that grounds you as his cock continues to fuck you up. 

It seems like forever passes by when he brings you to the edge, abandons all motion, and does it again until you’re practically sobbing from the overstimulation. Caleb is a mastermind of your own body—he knows just how to get you trembling from the onslaught of pleasure without ever letting you fall over.

The torturous cycle starts and ends the same: with your begging and whining doing nothing to move him.

“Please…” you finally gasp, hanging your head, strands of your hair tickling his chin. “I’m sorry, Caleb. I’m so sorry…” Fighting back the lump in your throat, your shiny eyes beg him to show you some mercy. “I’m sorry I hurt you… s-sorry I— ah… mhmmm… treated you like shit… I’m so sorry—”

Caleb sweeps you into his arms, his Evol completely releasing its grip on you. “That’s all I wanted to hear… all I needed…”

He registers how you’re choking up and rubs gentle circles on your back. “Hey—ssh. Ssh. Apology accepted, Pipsqueak. Don’t cry, okay… come here…” Gripping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his, he gives you a soft smile. “You did so well… I’m so proud of you, hey? You wanna come, sweetness?” 

Without a shred of stubbornness left, you eagerly nod. He chuckles, and positions you back on his cock, purple eyes glistening with the pure adoration he has for you. 

“Alright—come on, baby… ride me good this time, okay? And don’t hold back—you deserve this… deserve all this for being such a good, little girl—”

It doesn't take long for you to get to the edge, hours of suppressing your release make you needy and very sensitive.

Come… come for me… he encourages you, rubbing your clit, pinching your nipples—doing everything in his power to get you to lose control.

The tension in your belly snowballs to something beyond your control, and you tilt your head back, expelling a long, drawn-out moan. 

In the ropes and under his cruel yet tender ministrations, you find the courage to fall apart—his name rebounding across the room like a screamed cry of relief. Caleb feels you shuddering all around him and gives in to his baser need to fill you up, grunting low and deep into the crook of your neck as ribbons of warmth coat your walls.

Drops of white dribble to stain your inner thighs and his lap, but neither of you cares.

Undoing the rope and relinquishing his Evol’s hold on you, Caleb catches you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair, soothed by your delicate scent.

The afterglow settles like a haze, enveloping your body like a warm, fluffy blanket.

Caleb traces patterns on your bare back, pressing soft kisses to your temple and cheek. He breathes in your light scent, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“You alive, Pips?” 

Nodding, your eyes flutter close, the comfort found in the crook of his body intoxicatingly cozy. Your heartbeat starts to slow, lulled by the gentleness of his breathing. His pulse steadies under your cheek, his arms tightening around you, pressing you closer to his chest.

“You did so good, princess…” he murmurs, stroking your head. “So proud of you—I’m so proud of my little Pipsqueak…”

His praise hits your system like a shot of red wine, warming you up from the inside out. Flushed from his gentle words, you eagerly rub your face against his throat, his boyish chuckles easing the guilt still swimming in your soul. 

“Caleb?” He looks down at you, taken by your small voice.

“Yes, Pips?” 

“Am I… forgiven?” 

He nods without a beat of hesitation. “You sure are. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about anymore, okay? Let’s put this behind us and start fresh, princess. How’s that sound?” 

Relieved, you nod, and the love you feel for him intensifies, radiating brightly from deep within. 

One thing you’ve learned about wounded hearts is this: with Caleb’s smile, everything can be healed.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚we can’t be friends 🤍 xavier 星回 ੈ✩‧₊˚

RE-UPLOAD! The original post didn’t show up in the tags, sorry for the confusion :c

pairing ੈ✩: xavier x reader

summary ੈ✩: you and xavier had been best friends for years, nearly inseparable since the moment you met. But after one slightly drunken night, everything shifted: you became friends with benefits. You told yourself you could handle it, but as time went on, your heart began to ache. You had to end it, for your own sake. You were in love with him, but you couldn't shake the painful truth: you believed he’d never feel the same. Still, what if, all this time, while you were trying to push him away, he was quietly hoping to show you how perfect you two were together?

word count ੈ✩: 12k. omg. it’s LONG, long. grab some snacks and let me entertain you for a while!!

tropes ੈ✩: 18+, smut, best friends with benefits, miscommunication, unrequired love, not really tho, angst, angst with happy ending, plot with porn, love confessions, needy xavier, obsessed xavier, domestic xavier, i suck at giving tropes i swear i will get better someday, desperate xavier, everything is consensual, the consumption of alcohol mentioned, pet names, xavier was once in love with mc but the myths are not canon in this one!!

author’s note ੈ✩: GUYS this one’s IT. This idea was blooming slowly in my mind for quite some time. I really hope you’ll like it 🥹 also, please be gentle with me, i’m not a native speaker of english and I’m definitely not a writer. I like to think that everything i create is just fueled by my passionate delulu. please let me know if you liked it and if maybe you’d like to read part 2!! ♡ enjoy your reading!!

!!do NOT read if you’re not 18+!!

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It all started with the simplest of touches.

Your hands grazed, as if by accident. Then your eyes met. He grabbed you by your forearm, or maybe you grabbed him, everything was so blurry in your mind. A touch on a waist, a hand on a chest, and a sudden clash of your lips. You saw fireworks exploding in your mind, sending pleasant thrumming throughout your whole body.

Desperate touches. Rapid breaths. A whisper, maybe two. He said something. What did he say? The sound of your heart was the only thing you could hear.

Your dress came off. You felt lips. Lips marking every part of your body, leaving behind wet paths that made the exposed skin shiver due to the coolness of the air. He went down. Down. Down, and looked at you expectantly. Your head never nodded that quickly and it probably never will again. You saw stars. Millions and millions of them, shimmering under your closed eyelids. He grabbed your hand and put it into his hair. You caressed it gently, savoring the softness of it.

Then, you saw his eyes. Beautiful, deep blues that looked far too innocent for what he did and what he was about to do with you next. He kissed you again and again, and again, and he held you close throughout the whole night, making you shiver, moan, cry, beg — until you fell asleep from exhaustion right in the safety of his arms. He turned your world upside down.

And then came the next morning, when you began to question the entire ordeal. You panicked, thinking about your friendship that you valued the most and Xavier, whom you just couldn’t bear to lose. However, when you wanted to put it past you, to blame the alcohol consumed that night, act as if it was just a slip of your judgement, a mistake, a reaction caused by the need of intimacy after being single for a long time, he wasn’t having it. He said that he couldn’t forget about it, that it changed things, and you blurted out the first thing that came into your mind. You proposed the whole arrangement.

And that’s how, after several months, your relationship with Xavier stayed clear and technically uncomplicated. Friends with benefits. You thought that even if that night did change things, then in this way you could act as if it wasn’t a big deal to you. In this way, you wouldn’t have to lose him, wouldn’t make things awkward. You still acted normally in front of each other, you continued to spend time in almost the same way you were before that faithful night, but with one drastic change.

Almost every encounter since that night ended with you in his bed or the other way around. Hours and hours spend in each other’s embrace, touching and feeling too much, all at once.

And said feelings were what made you finally decide that you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t continue sharing with him this intimacy, pretending that everything between you remained unchanged. You couldn’t do this anymore, knowing that it was all that you’ll ever get from him, despite being in love with him for so long.

You knew that he would never reciprocate your feelings. You knew that from the beginning, from the very first touch of your fingertips that night, but you foolishly thought that having him close for as long as he wanted you, would be enough for you. Even if he wanted you only for your body, because you were the easiest choice.

However, your heart was breaking every time you were reminded of one significant fact, a harsh reality that felt like a bucket of cold water in your face.

He will never love you. Because you were not her.

And you would never be.

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You already had a strategy to end the arrangement. You wanted to take it slow, step by step, with just a bit of pain on your side. You knew it wasn't your best plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. You wanted to end the friends-with-benefits arrangement in a way that would make you both slowly, almost naturally, drift apart—so subtly that he wouldn't even notice the change. As for you, you were ready to bear the painful consequences of your actions, if it saved you from the excruciating pain of a broken heart later.

You started with avoiding his kisses.

And it turned out to be a tough job to do, because you didn’t realize before how much of a kisser Xavier became during your friends-with-benefits situation. It never really bothered you before, you always accepted every single kiss with content. However, during your last meeting, you were trying so hard to avoid his lips, and noticed that he made it into an almost impossible task.

When you went out one night, he wanted to kiss you three times during hot pot, even though you were sitting across from each other. You thought that the sitting situation was enough of an obstacle, but you quickly learned that he always somehow managed to find a chance to try to steal a kiss. That not only bewildered you, but also made you blush so hard that you had to blame the spicy food for it to not look suspicious. Yet, you managed to stay your ground and ignored his needy attempts at capturing your lips.

You also avoided his lips while you were later watching a movie in his apartment, by pretending that you didn’t see or feel his constant gaze on you. You thought that maybe if he saw that the movie engaged you so much, he would finally drop the attempts. Unfortunately, your plan failed the moment his patience thinned, when he started kissing your neck while cradling your body to his. He was grabbing at you almost desperately and you really couldn’t escape from every single kiss he was giving you, no matter how much you tried to. And you really tried to.

“Why—why are you turning your face away? A-Ah… Let me look at y-you—mmm.” He said between his moans, and he never once stopped thrusting inside you. It was the day when he took you on a sofa between his soft, plushy pillows with the movie still playing in the background. Your legs were laying on his shoulder, his both hands holding onto them tightly while his hips thrusted deep inside you, making you gasp in pleasure. When you didn’t respond and kept your head away, hoping that he would finally stop with his relentless kisses, his hand gently grabbed your face and turned it towards his so that your eyes met. He smiled softly, his cheeks pink and face damp. “Yes, there you are. You feel good? You wanna break?” He almost slurred and you adored how quickly he was loosing himself with you, how much he was loosing his composure. When you squeezed your eyes, moaning at a harder thrust and shook your head no, he whimpered. Next thing you knew, he lowered your legs onto the sofa and layed between them, bringing his body closer to yours. Your chests touched and you could feel his rapid heartbeat, mirroring the rhythm of your own. He nudged your head, which was still turned to the side, with his nose.

“Give me a kiss, c’mon, starlight.” He kissed your cheek, slowing down his thrusts to a lazy, delicate ones. “I couldn’t get a kiss all day, I need it. Let me.” And when you saw his eyes, full of desperation and something that reminded you of adoration, you couldn’t keep denying him. Your lips touched his and he didn’t let go of them until you came, and later when he began growling straight into your mouth, chasing his own undoing.

It was the last time you met up, and after that you decided that you had to cut it off completely. You couldn’t continue being with him like this, not when you knew that he already loved someone else. Being with him this close messed with your head. You didn’t want to feel like a convenient second choice and you couldn’t help but feel that your meetings were slowly becoming more and more intimate. You had to constantly remind yourself that you weren’t together. You made sure to label the change in your relationship properly at the start of the arrangement — still on friendly terms, with occasional mutual pleasure. But the close proximity and constant intimacy started to make the lines blurry in your mind.

And your heart couldn’t take it anymore, it hurt every time you reminded yourself that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, and that he never will.

After that movie night you decided that the next step to your goal would be to stop engaging in small talk with him, especially the one that occurred at work.

You worked together at the Hunter’s Association, he was one of the best Hunters out there, and you specialized in weapon modification from the safety of your own desk. You wanted to be a hunter once, but with your Evol involving micromodification you guessed that you could be needed in a position that involved working with weaponry. After working there for years, you were passionate about your work and elated to have a job you loved and where you thrived while helping others to the best of your abilities.

Thus, because of the shared place of employment, you saw Xavier almost every day. He was often near your desk, passing by it, putting snacks before you or teasing you with that soft smile of his. So cutting the contact out there was one of the toughest jobs for you, but it had to be done.

When you knew that he would be free, you found a task that needed completion in other departments, so that you will not cross paths. Often, instead of others coming to you to fix their weapons, you proposed to make the trip instead. In this way you were always quick on your feet, going from department to department, back to the workshop and again to the others’ desks. You didn’t mind the extra activity, it made you think less about your breaking heart.

And when Xavier managed to catch you from time to time, because he always somehow would, you were trying to appear too busy even for a small conversation.

“Where are you rushing off to again? I didn’t manage to talk to you these past few days.” He said one day when he caught you by your elbow while you were going out of the bathroom. He must’ve seen you go in there and wait for you to come out. He brought you a little closer to himself and looked at your face so intently, that you got scared he could see right through you.

“Sorry Xai, I’m just really busy lately.” You answered, maybe too quickly, and were trying to calm your beating heart upon seeing him so close again. Too close. It didn’t help that he was in his hunter’s uniform, that made him look twice as dreamy. You were so close that you could also smell his comforting scent and see the small scar on his cheek that he got last year after you two tried ice skating for the first time.

The first and the last, for it appeared that you were much better at it than he would ever be, and you wanted to avoid him getting hurt again. It was also before your friends-with-benefits situation, when your friendship was pure and healthy. Your heart squeezed remembering how he grabbed your hand then, and how tightly he used to hold it throughout the whole activity.

“Xavier, are you sure you don’t want to go back home already? I’m afraid that your cut will scar if we leave it like that.” You said, looking at the bandaid on his cheek, the only remedy for his small injury that you could provide at that time.

He squeezed your hand and still appeared sheepish after his fall. You secretly found him adorable, you never saw him doing something in which he didn’t excel in. It was as if he let you see a part of himself that no one had ever seen before. That thought made your chest warmer.

“No. I won’t let the ice defeat me.” He said surely and you knew that he won’t give up, even if his legs already visibly trembled from exhaustion. You let out a sigh. “Besides, you’re holding my hand now, so I feel much safer.” He looked at you, his voice soft and cheeks red, most likely from the cold air. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state made you completely overcome by the feeling of tenderness, and you send him a huge smile, thinking that it was the first time he relied on your protection, and not the other way around.

Little did you know that this smile would catch him by surprise so much that he slipped backwards, this time pulling you down with him. However, your reflexes slightly worked, because you managed to put your hand behind his head, shielding it from the impact with ice. You landed on him with a groan as his hands moved to pull your body closer.

“Oh god, Xai, are you okay? How did that happen?” You asked him, trying to lift yourself off of him. You felt him relax his head further into your hand, and when you raised yourself enough to face him directly, he sent you a wide smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. This sight made your heart melt.

“See, I knew you would protect me.” He replied, clearly referring to your hand behind his head. “My little savior.” He called you, and when you puffed the air out, annoyed that he could have hurt himself for real this time, his smile turned into a full laugh, his body shaking under yours. He looked so angelic, covered in snow, laughing in a way that was so scarce that you couldn’t help but join him in his moment of happiness.

And thanks to your mittens, your hand was left with only a purple bruise from the impact. Still, Xavier couldn’t let you forget about it up to the day it disappeared completely, expressing guilt for the minor injury, his sight chasing your hand every time it appeared in his line of vision. He often caressed it softly with his fingers, looking at it with a mysteriously thoughtful expression, whispering “My little savior.” under his breath. It made you wish that the bruise would never disappear.

You took a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by the memories and the closeness between you. He always invaded your personal space, stood so close that you could almost feel his breath on your face. This time, you had had to cut it out for your own good.

“S’okay. You’re always busy but I guess I just got used to meeting you near your desk. Just text me after work? Maybe we could meet up for our book club today.” He said and you swallowed the awful feeling of longing in your chest. Book club was the term you came up with when you both just wanted to sit and read together for hours. Unfortunately, you knew how book club sessions looked like since the beginning of your friends-with-benefits arrangement.

You were sitting together in silence, reading for hours, then talked about your books until you both lost your breaths. A wonderful experience, you adored your little reading sessions, but you knew that recently they always ended with his lips on yours, and with your clothes scattered around his bedroom.

You couldn’t let this go on forever. You couldn’t go back to being just friends now, and you couldn’t keep him so close, knowing that he will never fully be yours. You pitied your poor heart.

“Sure, will do. See you around!” You were aware how awkward you sounded, but before he could stop you, you were already off to your another task of the day.

You didn’t text him after work, and neither did you reply to his message in time. The next day you send him an excuse that you were tired and fell asleep quickly, and you hoped that he believed it or didn’t care enough to question you further.

If the distance hurt you this bad now, you couldn’t even imagine how would it feel when he eventually would’ve left you for her.

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The next stage of your plan involved not answering his texts at all. You allowed yourself small replies from time to time, most often very brief, if the situation called for it. Replying excuses from left to right. Then, you incorporated not picking up his calls, especially on weekends, when he appeared to want to see you the most, because you were absent from the Association building and he couldn’t catch even a glimpse of you.

The distance you yourself put between you broke your heart, and you were getting more and more depressed by the day. Ignoring the person you loved wasn’t easy, when he was the one with whom you wanted to spend your time the most.

To distract yourself from the situation, you were trying to pass your time differently. You were meeting up with your family and friends, or you started doing things that you were putting off for ages. Everything and anything to fill the void in your heart caused by the absence of the one you loved. The absence forced by you.

It had to be done, you reminded yourself daily. You had to end this somehow, no matter how it hurt you. You had to move on. You couldn’t still be in love with him the day he would end up with MC. You knew it would ruin you.

Three weeks passed since your last meeting at the Association and you could feel that Xavier was getting impatient. His calls were more frequent. His messages longer. Sometimes while running away from him at work you could catch how he was scanning the room in search of you. How frustrated he seemed to be. How upset.

You understood it. You were best friends after all, and he also probably needed someone near him to help him get his head clear of MC. You knew that it must’ve been hard for him. But you were sure you were doing the right thing, that’s why you kept avoiding him during the past month, and not only it was the longest period you’ve been away from each other since the start of your complicated arrangement, but also the longest time since the start of your friendship. Even when the times were rough, you managed to see each other at least once or twice a week.

You felt the pain of the distance too. Missing him almost every second of the day. But you had your reasons. You didn’t want to try to satiate the hunger he felt for another woman anymore.

So every time his name appeared on your phone screen, along with the picture of him shoving two muffins into his mouth at the same time, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and waited out the signal, simultaneously praying for and dreading the silence.

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On a quiet rainy day, after a month of ignoring almost every attempt to make contact from Xavier, you heard your phone ping thrice. You sighed and put the book you were reading down, deciding that it was a good moment to reply something short to him in order to slightly ease his worries, and make him feel less alarmed. You wanted distance, but you still sticked to responding from time to time, to appear casual. To let the connection break off less abruptly.

xavier: why cant I see U at all recently.

xavier: why are U not picking up my calls and not replying to my texts.

xavier: are U hiding from me?

you: Of course not, just busy.

xavier: busy for me but not busy for others I know U are going out all the time.

xavier: are U mad at me? did I do something wrong.

you: No, you didn’t, don’t worry. It’s just me. I have a lot of things on my mind recently.

xavier: could U please have me on Ur mind too? I miss U.

xavier: so bad it hurts

You let out a rugged breath, and decided to stop responding, but then another text came. This time, making your blood run cold.

xavier: going back from a rough mission right now i think i need help.

you: Oh my god, are you okay? Are you injured?

xavier: cant tell U why dont you come and see me for Urself.

you: Fine, I need to see if you’re okay. Do you need anything? Food? Medicine? I will pick something up on my way there.

xavier: i just need U

You closed your eyes and hid your face in your palms, then swore it would be the last time. You will go in, treat his wounds and go out. It had to be the last time you allowed yourself to be this close to him, and then you had to cut him off completely. A month wasn’t enough to heal your broken heart, and these small sightings won’t make your heart feel any less burdened.

It had to end today.

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When the door opened, he managed to take your breath away once more.

First, only figuratively. His beauty always managed to amaze you. He looked so handsome no matter the circumstances, his hair so fluffy and shiny, his face like that of an angel, with sharp jawline and soft, pink lips almost screaming at you to be kissed. When you met his eyes, you almost gasped at the intensity of his deep blue gaze. There wasn’t a thing about him you didn’t miss terribly after so much time apart.

Then, literally, when the first thing he did was grabbing your hand and hugging you tightly to his chest, that was still clothed in his hunter uniform. He pressed his face into the crown of your hair and touched the nape of your neck, holding it gently with his cold hand.

“Was the mission that difficult?” You asked, thinking that his reaction to you was mostly due to his need for someone else’s closeness. The need for security. “Were you in danger?” You asked quietly, fear bubbling in your mind.

“No. I lied.” He murmured and you felt him squeezing you even harder, inhaling your scent with content. His hand started stroking your back, slowly making its way under your thin coat. “Didn’t know what else to say to make you come see me.” He said and you hoped that he couldn’t hear, nor feel the sound of your erratic heartbeat.

He shouldn’t say things like these, it made you feel too hopeful. You tried to push that feeling down, knowing that’s how he normally acted with you, his best friend. You knew that he didn’t have a lot of people beside him, thus he treasured the ones that stayed. And that thought made you so incredibly apologetic that you had to swallow the tension in your throat. You hated that you fell for him so hard. You hated that you had to leave him because of it. You hated that you knew, that he would blame himself when you’ll leave.

And you started to hate yourself the most because of all of it.

“Did you miss me that much?” You teased, trying to calm yourself with a friendly banter.

“Yes.” The answer was immediate. The kiss he placed on your temple as natural as breathing. “Everything and everyone seems to be taking you away from me these days.” He said and you could hear him sulking. Your heart squeezed again, but you knew that you were doing the right thing. The distance was necessary.

Necessary for you to avoid breaking. You had to protect yourself first, you decided. You couldn’t remain in love with him forever. You had to move on and in order to do that you had to keep the distance. Which was impossible with him around, when he craved physical touch so badly.

You started to be so mad at yourself for breaking your streak today. You didn’t realize how touchy he will be after some time apart and it was getting to your head. You were so conflicted. You felt too much, and that was always the case when you were around him.

He was in love with someone else. Your head was screaming loudly, trying to calm the wave of unwanted emotions.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. I love you, you thought. “But now I’m here, so maybe I can inspect you for any injuries? You always seem to neglect them as long as they don’t make you bleed out.” You managed to free yourself from his hold and missed how his hands went after you for a second. He didn’t want you to put distance between you two. Not yet, not ever.

He looked into your beautiful, shiny eyes and nodded without a thought. He couldn’t say no to you, not when he saw the still remaining hint of worry in them. Besides, checking for injuries always came with physical contact, and he was so starved. He needed to feel your body close to his. Your hands on him, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. He felt addicted and craved some kind of relief. He looked after you like a lost puppy, following your footsteps closely, touching the familiar material of your coat that you left on a counter. The distance this past month made him feral, every part of his body screamed to hold you and don’t let go.

You sat down on his couch, and patted the place next to you, hinting at him to sit beside you. He was trying not to appear too eager while doing so, and also when he started taking off the upper part of his uniform. He was almost shaking with excitement knowing that you really came to see him. That you were worried about him. The distance was making him sick. Furious. Desperate. Hurt.

He suppressed a shudder when you touched his shoulder and peeled away the material off his back completely. Your hands were pleasantly warm, as always. He bit his lip trying not to gasp from the contact.

He needed more.

“Xavier.” He hummed, giddy inside upon finally hearing his name from your lips. He was bracing for your outburst. Couldn’t wait for it. “You said you lied about the mission being hard, while having a fucking gash on your back? I-I can’t believe you...” He heard your angry, shaky voice and smirked unintentionally. You were worried about him and he liked that. He liked the attention, when it was coming from you.

Yet, you didn’t know that.

You cursed under your breath and went to grab the first aid kit from one of his drawers, and proceeded to patch the man back up, having no idea that he allowed the Wanderer to injure him, to have an excuse to see you. To keep you with him for a minute longer, even if it was only under the pretense of tending to his injuries. He was ready to do anything at this point to keep you from slipping away from his grasp.

If you knew that, you wouldn’t be so adamant on distancing yourself.

But because you didn’t know, you also didn’t predict that after patching him up, he would propose you to eat dinner with him, making up an excuse that he didn’t want to be alone with his pain. Later, when you wanted to come back to your place, he mentioned he wanted to play kitty cards, the game you adored. You couldn’t refuse him.

During the next hours you spent at his place you both talked in the same way you always used to - about everything and anything, exchanging opinions, stories and everyday thoughts. You laughed together for the first time in weeks, and your cheeks hurt from how much he was able to make you smile. You always had so much fun with him, he was your favorite person in the whole world. You missed him so bad, despite knowing that you couldn’t back out from your plan fully. Yet, you allowed yourself a little break, telling yourself that it was in order for your distancing to not look suspicious. In addition, he was injured, and you felt the need to comfort him in any way you could. The gash on his back wasn’t that deep, but it worried you regardless.

The atmosphere changed drastically only when he managed to win the next round of kitty cards. You jokingly frowned at him, forging displeasure, and he looked directly at your pounting lips. The time seemed to stop when you noticed that look. He raised his hand to touch your collarbone, caressing it with his fingers, up to your neck and over your cheek. He looked deeply into your eyes, and you noticed how dark his became. You found it fascinating that his soft gaze could change so drastically in a matter of seconds.

His hand reached out to grab your chin and brought your face closer to his. And when he whispered: “Could I ask for a reward?” with that dangerous, needy voice of his, you knew that you couldn’t deny him anything.

When your lips touched, you decided that it will be the last time you let it happen. It would be your goodbye, before loosing the feel of his touch. You thought that you could at least make the best of it, get lost in the artificial feeling of being treasured for the last time, before you started the last phase of your plan.

After that, you had to cut off the ties with him completely. No matter the measures. No matter the pain.

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“Xavier, m-maybe not today?” You asked when you realized how low he was going with his kisses. You knew what he was about to do, and you hated how much you couldn’t contain the sounds that were coming out of your mouth when he was doing it. Besides, it didn’t feel like a mutual pleasure anymore, it felt like an act of service and you were not sure you wanted him to pleasure only you.

He looked at you, having already dropped to his knees. He looked ruined, his hair already a mess from the touch of your fingers, lips wet and swollen, shirt off displaying his toned chest, bandaged in the center with caution. He was practically heaving. The sight made you blush.

“Why not?” He voice sounded whiny, his lips already kissing the inside of your thigh as if he couldn’t restrain himself. Every kiss send electricity to your already wet core and you found it hard to think clearly. His hands were grabbing your tights possessively, relishing in their softness. “Please, let me eat you out. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” The pleading in his eyes was so apparent. So unfiltered.

“Don’t you want to get to the point already?” You offered shyly and he huffed out a laugh.

“Where are you trying to run off to this time?” It sounded like a joke, but he appeared annoyed. “Relax, starlight and let me take care of you. Please.” You still hesitated. It made him pout. “I need it, please, star. I want to taste you so bad. I didn’t manage to last time.” He kissed your knee and put his head on it, looking for the answer in your unsure eyes. “Will you let me?” His pleading tone, along with his desperate gaze was what made you break. You whispered a soft confirmation and it was all it took before he quickly put his mouth on your core, licking vigorously, devouring you like the most delicious thing on the planet.

“Mmmm.” You heard him humming, before your own cries, along with the constant tremble of your legs, drowned out any other sound.

He was elated.

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“Mmmh— Yes. Yes. H—holy—” He whimpered at the same time with his thrusts and squeezed your waist harder, moving his hands up and down your back, caressing it affectionately. “You are s-so warm, so beautiful, fuck—” He moaned when you tightened on him. You stiffed a whimper and tried to commit to memory the touch of his strong hands.

He was taking you slowly from behind and the pace was almost unbearable for you. You needed more, and you couldn’t stand how romantic it felt when he was this gentle with you. However, at the same time you didn’t want him to strain himself, you were aware that the slow pace was reasonable due to the injury on his back. The slow pace did surprise you either way, you thought that after so much time apart he would be quick and rough, chasing his pleasure faster than he normally would. Instead, he acted even more passionately than usual.

The slow pace brought you so much pleasure that you couldn’t contain the sounds escaping from your lips. He kept pressing your most sensitive spots, his thrusts slow, deep and precise. His forehead rest on the back of your shoulder, and you could feel his hot, labored breath pressing against your damp skin.

He made you feel so appreciated, and so cared for, and that made you uneasy. More so, with the accompaniment of the things he was constantly saying to you, from the moment you allowed him to touch you today.

“Can you turn around now? Please, my star, I want to see you.” He half-whispered and started kissing your neck, then moving his mouth to every patch of your skin he could reach: your shoulders, back, arms. No place was left unkissed under his relentless lips. You shook your head no, you didn’t want to let this become even more passionate than it already was. You positioned yourself facing the headboard of the bed from the very beginning, and you were adamant to keep your stance up until the end. You feared that your eyes would betray you, displaying your feelings for him and that was what made you not lose your composure.

Upon hearing your refusal for the third time this night, he proceeded to voice his frustrations by grunting, and thrust into you a little harder. You moaned loudly, surprised at the sudden change of tempo.

“Please, starlight.” He begged, his voice achingly earnest. He picked up the pace and you almost choked with how deep he reached inside of you now. You thought that you could never get used to how big he was, his girth filling you up to the brim. “Turn around. T-turn around for me.”

“X-xavier slow down, I don’t want you to get hurt—” You managed to choke out, grasping sheets with your hands for some kind of stability. You closed your eyes when they were turning upwards, biting your lip in the process. He felt otherworldly, but you couldn’t help but think about the gash on his back. He shouldn’t strain himself.

“Then turn around and look at me.” He repeated and you shook your head again.

“I-I can’t, I—Ah—”

“W-why do you keep—Mmh—denying me?” His voice came out like a growl and he kept up the fast tempo. Then, he grabbed your shoulder and put his other hand on your lower back, making you bend over more. His thrusts got even faster, making you moan louder. “Like that. Yes.” You breathed quietly. So good. He was so, so good. “I just want to see your face. I need to kiss y—A—Ah—Kiss you so bad, so, so, so bad.” He thrusted more deeply, making you involuntarily back out from the stimulation, your body almost collapsing, but he quickly grabbed you with his strong arms, and brought you even closer to him. You saw stars and touched one of the arms that held your whole body — from your waist, between your breasts, to your neck. His arm was so hard, so strong. He was huge compared to you. “No, n-no, don’t run away, star. You feel so good—G-God how I missed this—” He held you closer by the second, pressing more kisses to your shoulders, his thrusts becoming quicker, less deep. You were holding back your tears from how good he felt inside you. “I missed you. I missed you. I miss you.” He started babbling and that’s how you knew he was close.

To your surprise, he suddenly pulled out of you completely and grabbed you by your shoulders, turning you around to finally face him. Before you could show any signs of protest, he lowered himself onto his forearms, caging your head between his biceps so that he could have a perfect view of your face. He took his cock in one of his hands and he slipped himself into you again with ease. You shuddered and cried out softly with astonishment.

“Xavier—!”

“Yes. Yes, that’s my name.” He started thrusting into you again, this time much slower and more attentive, and looked deep into your eyes. You had nowhere to run, the only thing you could do was to close your eyes, but the sight of him so close made you want to never look away. “Say it one more time. Just once.” He looked ethereal, his silver hair wet from the perspiration that gathered oh his forehead, and his cheeks painted a pretty shade of red. You could see how blissful he felt. “So p-pretty.” He finally kissed your lips softly. “So sweet.” He licked into your mouth, deepening the kiss. It made your toes curl, you loved when he kissed you this sloppily. When he released your already swollen lips, there was a string of saliva connecting you. It was all so intense.

“Why were you denying my kisses?” He kissed you again deeply, sucking on your tongue. His slow thrusts made you go insane. “You don’t like kissing me like this?” He sucked on your lips until they were red and swollen. There was so much saliva. He licked them and kissed them again. “I could come from this feeling alone. So soft.” You were shocked at how much he talked. Was he always this talkative? Or were you realizing it only now, when you knew that the closeness with him would soon come to an end?

“Am I making you feel good? Yeah?” You decided to nod at him truthfully, your moans short, resembling small hiccups. You were lost in the pleasure, you could feel the end approaching. He put his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “W—wow, you—you sound so adorable, I won’t last long—” He moaned and grabbed your face in his hands, kissing your nose first, then softly your lips.

“Yes, yeah, let go. Let go my little star. My starlight, my treasure.” He whispered into your ear, feeling you clench down on him as you came with his name on your lips. You felt him reaching the end quickly after you, he shuddered, his mouth opened, and he released into the condom with a low moan. Still cumming, he took your face into his hands and kissed your forehead gently. When you both were still coming down from the high, breathing heavily, he began stroking your hair, pushing it out of your face, and kissing your cheeks.

What in the world was all that?

God, you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t let this keep up, it felt too real, too romantic, and your heart really couldn’t take it. Not when every time you were together like this you keep thinking that he would like you to be someone else instead. Did he imagined her under him this time? You trembled, scared because of that thought, but the things he was saying made you feel that it really could be the case.

Your breath came out shakily and you took his muscular forearms in your palms and grazed them gently with your thumbs. You let yourself feel for the last time how warm his body was, how pleasurable his weight on top of you. You kept your eyes closed to not let him see your tears, but you couldn’t stop one from going down your cheek.

And of course he saw it as soon as it appeared. He seemed to always look at you when you wanted him to ignore you the most.

He kissed it off, swiped the wetness with his thumb and proceeded to kiss your temple.

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed. “Did I hurt you?” He appeared so concerned, and you felt the shivers going down your spine.

Yes, you wanted to scream.

“No, of course not.” You said instead. Because it was your fault for feeling too much. “I’m okay, just tired.” You lied straight to his face. He send you a small smile and kissed your closed eyelids gently.

And when he shifted and pulled out from you slowly with a little hiss, you let out a sigh and knew that your time with him had to end now.

But before you could lift yourself up, he hugged you from the side and put his head on your chest. He was listening to the sound of your heartbeat, and you already knew that it had a soothing effect on him. His hand started caressing one side of your waist, his hair touching your chin, his scent overlapping you. You could feel his heartbeat on you, fast but steady. Another tear escaped from your eyes. You had to run away. You couldn’t take the closeness anymore. It was too painful.

“Xavier, I—” You swallowed the sob forming in your throat. Your voice came out rusty. “I really need to go.”

“Already? Stay with me for a little while longer.” He squeezed you harder to himself, showing no intention of releasing you from his hold. You hated that you needed to cut short such a vulnerable moment with him. “The night is still young. I thought we could maybe watch something together? Or bake these cinnamon cookies you like? I practiced, they taste and look almost perfect now.” You closed your eyes hard, moved by his thoughtfulness, and you almost sobbed audibly if it wasn’t for your hand quickly covering your mouth.

But he felt it, and it made all the muscles in his body tighten, as if he was struck.

“Star?” He loosed his hold on you and quickly studied your face. “What’s wrong?” His eyes became huge, filled with worry. And that concern on his features was what finally made you run.

You raised gently and pushed yourself from him, starting to pick up your scattered pieces of clothing. Your hands shakily put the panties and your sweater on your trembling body, not once looking Xavier’s way. He was waiting patiently for your answer.

“I can’t do this anymore, Xavier.” You replied, feeling more comfortable now that you had some clothes on. You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you heard him standing up from the bed.

“Do what?” He sounded puzzled. You heard him grabbing and putting on some pants hastily, clicking his belt in place. As if he was preparing to run after you. “Did I do something wrong? You didn’t like it today? Was I too intense?” You had never heard him speak so quickly, and the panic in his tone was a rare occurrence too.

“No, it’s— I am at fault here.” You answered truthfully, and you took a couple steps away from him. You wanted to run as fast as you could but for the love of God, you couldn’t locate any other pieces of your clothing. Your eyesight was clouded by unleashed tears. No, not now, you couldn’t let them fall until you were in the safety of your home.

“But you were perfect.” His voice carried more panic by the second. “We could change some things. You could tell me what to do differently, everything works with me as long as I do it with you.”

You suddenly remembered the beginning of your night, and rushed to his living room, were you finally found your pants.

“No. No, and please stop trying to persuade me. This—this friends with benefits thing, it ends now.” You uttered surely, now fully clothed. You turned around and finally laid your eyes on him, and saw him wearing only black jeans and a miserable expression on his face. God, he still looked perfect. He almost shined, the workout clearly visible on his face, his hair, his lips. Your resolution almost wavered.

“Okay. Okay, of course, I—I understand.” He answered quickly, and you felt a slight pang in your chest at how easily he took the news. This whole time you were so easily disposable. “But please stay. I want to spend some time with you, I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” He took a careful step towards you, and you wanted to bolt then and there. “Please, stay.”

“No, Xai, I—” You paused to take a breath, trying not to crumble in front of him. His worried expression felt like a knife to your chest. You were his best friend, yet here you were, clearly wanting to run away from him—how could you expect him to feel anything but hurt upon such a sight? You felt incredibly cruel. “I really can’t. I think I need a break from all—all of this.”

“You mean from me?” He didn’t wait for your answer, the thoughts in his head seemed to go quicker than lightning. “No, please, I swear that if you don’t like it then I won’t touch you anymore. I swear.” You hated how upset he sounded. You closed your eyes for a second and fresh tears slipped away. You couldn’t keep them from falling anymore. “You know how much you mean to me. Don’t make me stay away.” He looked as if you were tearing his heart out, his posture slumped, hands shaking. How you wished you could take them into your own and warm them up.

“I have to.” Your voice came out whiny. He stepped closer to you, keeping his arms in front of himself.

“But why?” His question was quiet, nearly a whisper. He couldn’t help but wonder, if you really wanted a break from him, then why were you crying as if you didn’t want to go?

“I—” You stopped yourself before going as far as to utter a confession. He couldn’t know. Not now. Not ever. “This— This situation, and how our friendship looks like right now it’s—it’s so wrong.” You opted for a response that was the closest to the truth.

“It’s not.” He replied immediately. “Not for me.”

“Well it is for me. Friends don’t sleep with each other, Xavier! We messed up so bad this time and I’m afraid we can’t let this past us.”

“Do you regret it that much?” His voice was losing its’ strength, and he seemed so utterly hurt. Meanwhile, you were just trying to protect yourself from feeling even more pain. How could you make him understand without confessing to him? You didn’t really know because you were always honest with him before. He was your safe place.

And to think that everything could be avoided, your friendship left unscratched if only you could control your feelings better. But you had no idea how to stop loving him so deeply, when he was everything that you’ve ever dreamed of.

“I should. I know that I should, it was never going to end well, I—”

“Stay. Please, starlight, stay. At least for one more night, let me hold you just for one more—” His arms went out to grab you and you flinched, taking a few steps back. His jaw tightened.

He was always afraid that he will see you run away from his touch. He felt as if his nightmare became reality - the thought of loosing you too much for him to bear.

“Xavier, I can’t!” You trembled all over. Why did he make this so hard for you? “I can’t do this with you anymore, can’t you understand how much it hurts me?” The truth was at the tip of your tongue, craving to be spoken out loud.

“Why? Why does it hurt you? The only one who has a good reason to be hurt is me, you avoided me, ignored me, and for what? If you just talked to me honestly one time—”

“You are in love with someone else!”

The silence that followed was unbearable and seemed to last ages. Slow ticking of the clock was the only thing cutting through the tension, reminding you that the time didn’t stop, even if your heart seemed to do so.

You turned to him, the tears falling from your eyes in cascades now and your chest was coming up and down rapidly with how fast you were breathing.

The tears run down your cheeks quickly, making your vision less blurry. How you wished that they stayed in place, if that meant that you wouldn’t have to see Xavier’s pained expression, that quickly changed into one of utter confusion. You were shaking with how much you were feeling, your frustration pooling out of you in a form of shaking hands and bitten lips.

“I can’t continue being like this with you when I know that you’re in love with her! And I get it! I really do. She’s so wonderful, and so, so lovable. And I could never be her, no matter how much you would want me to be. I just don’t want to be a replacement anymore.” You continued, the desperation in your voice almost making you wince. You sounded pathetic and felt so embarrassed for it. You felt as if you were loosing the ground beneath your feet.

“What?” He said completely stunned. He wasn’t moving a single muscle. “What on earth are you talking about?” He hissed, and took a step towards you, and when you shook your head and wanted to bolt through the door, he quickly grabbed you by your wrist and pressed your body close to his. You gasped at the contact, so sudden and forced. “No, stop running away from me!” He raised his voice, still holding your wrist tightly. You’ve never heard him sound so irritated. “Speak.” You kept your head low, when he was desperately trying to catch eye contact, but you couldn’t look at him right now. Not when your true feelings were basically flowing to the surface.

“About what? You really thought I didn’t know about your feelings for her?” You struggled to keep your voice from shaking. “Xavier, I know, and I knew from the very beginning, and you really don’t have to explain yourself to me. I really understand.” You tried to free your wrist from his grasp, but he held it too tightly. You needed to run, this conversation wasn’t supposed to happen, you didn’t even have a reason to be mad at him. You couldn’t blame him for not loving you romantically, nor for feeling this way towards someone else. You were only friends, and friends should be happy for each other when they find someone dear to them, not sick of the idea of loosing the other to someone else.

“I’m afraid you actually don’t understand anything.” He sounded almost defeated. His voice back to it’s soft tone, but his hold on you unrelenting.

“It’s really okay, I—”

“No.” He scoffed. You finally gained enough courage to let your eyes meet his and you were instantly appalled at how furious he appeared to be. “It’s truly NOT.” He released your wrist and put his hands up to stroke his hair back. He breathed out loudly. “Who the fuck are you talking about?” He asked, confusion and irritation taking over his features completely. You never saw him wear that expression while talking with you.

“Oh, don’t make me—” You cut off, seeing his furious glare. You took a deep breath, stepped back from him and touched your cheek, trying to swipe the wetness caused by your tears. You failed, they were still coming down, one by one, making your efforts futile. “MC. You know that I mean MC.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” He groaned and let his head fall back. He covered his face with his hands for a second, and when he looked at you again, you couldn’t read his expression correctly. “Who told you about it? Where did you get it from?”

“Jeremiah.” That’s all he needed to know. And apparently it was enough for him to grasp the situation. He laughed humorlessly and shook his head, his hands squeezed tightly into fists by his sides.

“I will strangle him this time. I swear, I will—”

“Oh, please, Xavier, stop! What’s so wrong about me knowing? I was glad that someone finally enlightened me!” You couldn’t believe that he was so angry at you for knowing such an important thing. Not when from the moment Jeremiah said that he had a thing for MC for a long time, you wondered why he kept that a secret from you. “You never even said a word about it even though I thought we were best friends. I had to learn from someone else and that already hurt.” You wanted this conversation to be over. You wanted him to admit to it already and let you go away, with a broken, but at least free heart.

But he had different plans.

“Have you maybe thought that I never said a word about it simply because it wasn’t true?” He asked carefully, his voice still angry. “I just can’t believe you thought that I loved someone else—”

“What?” Your mind went blank. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. “What do you mean it’s not true?” You sniffed quietly, confusion taking over your face.“B-But Jeremiah said that you had a past with her and—”

“I did. I had feelings for her once, but that was literal lifetimes ago!” His irritation didn’t ease in the slightest. “I had feelings for someone who looked similar to her. But she’s not the same person anymore, and even if she was I couldn’t possibly fall in love with her. Not now, not ever.” You stopped in your tracks, trying to analyze everything he was saying to you and failing miserably at it. You looked at his face, your expression puzzled, searching for an answer there, hidden between his beautiful, soft features. It shocked you to see that now he started to calm himself down, gaze genuine, an image of complete transparency.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you were mistaken. All this time, when you thought you never stood a chance, when you thought that he loved another, when you wanted to let him go—

“You’re not in love with MC.” It wasn’t a question anymore, your voice quiet while you were trying to process that thought. He must’ve seen how you fought with the thoughts inside your head, because he released a groan and took a step towards you. You unintentionally took one step back. He frowned.

“Of course I’m not.” Voice sweet like honey, stance sure, his eyes searched desperately for yours. He looked at your face, covered in tears and his eyebrows furrowed deeper, hating how upset you seemed and didn’t know how to reverse it. “How could I ever be, when your face is all I can see, every time I close my eyes?” He uttered looking at you with such devotion that it almost made your knees buckle.

Complete silence took over your thoughts after his confession. You didn’t know what was happening.

But fortunately, his mind finally started to piece everything together in a picture, that although was beyond frustrating to think about, was giving him so much hope for something he thought he already lost.

He allowed himself to relax, took a deep breath and finally decided to drop his inner shackles, letting his emotions flow out of him without restraint.

“You are the one that I love.” He said clearly, not moving a muscle. He wondered if you could see the quick movement of his chest, with how hard his heart was trying to escape through it to reach you. Whereas, you felt as if yours stopped moving completely, along with the time around you, not ready to believe that this was truly happening. “It was you from the very beginning. I adored you since the day I first saw you.” He continued, his gaze piercing into your face, slight confusion visible on his features. “And I thought that was obvious? I wasn’t exactly the best at hiding my feelings, especially after I told you about them the first night we spend together.”

You blinked slowly. Once, then twice.

Your head hurt. You couldn’t wrap it around everything he was saying. Xavier was in love with you? And he already told you about it? You were so confused that the only way you knew how to react was with denial.

“You—You didn’t. I didn’t know, you are not being serious.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“I did. You really don’t remember?” His tone softened, and he waited a short second for your answer, but couldn’t contain his nerves. “It was the night I kissed you for the first time, thinking that would be the last. But you reciprocated.” His eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and you found yourself holding your breath, afraid even the slightest sound might interrupt the flow of his confession.

“You—You kissed me back, and let me do things to you I only ever dared to dream about before.” He took another step your way, a small smile grazing his handsome face. “And the confession slipped out of me so naturally before we even reached the bed.” He briefly recalled that fateful night, describing the conversations you forgot, but longed to remember since that very moment.

“You didn’t reply, but you responded nicely to my touch, so I thought that meant that you wanted me too, that maybe you’d accept me. As your beloved. Your soulmate.” You brought your hand to cover your mouth. You couldn’t believe it. “But then in the morning when you woke up, you were panicking. I tried to reassure you, but you weren’t listening to me.”

That part of the story you knew by heart, him telling you that he couldn’t forget, didn’t want to forget. Back then you didn’t connect it with anything close to confession, but more with the change in your relationship. You really didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, you didn’t even dream about him loving you, when you though that he loved MC. Insecurities and false assumptions completely clouded your vision.

“And when you proposed staying friends, with the bonus of intimacy, of course I took the chance. I thought you remembered my confession and didn’t reciprocate my feelings, but I was so desperate that I would take anything you were willing to give me, even if it didn’t involve your love. I—” he cut off, blush flushed over his cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. He took a shaky breath. “I was clinging to the hope that maybe through the new shared intimacy I could show you how much you meant to me. And maybe, maybe someday you would start feeling the same, when you realized how good we are together and how good I can be for you.”

“Xavier—Oh my god.” You breathed, your hand still covering your mouth, your eyes never leaving his face. His beautiful, starstruck face, now so full of confusion and unspoken hurt. “Bunny, I’m so, so, so sorry. I had no idea, I—” Your voice practically a whisper, you were still coming to terms with the fact that your feelings were reciprocated. And that you were the one who complicated things between you. “I don’t remember anything you said to me that night. I couldn’t even hear you through the sound of my own blood thrumming in my ears, that’s how drunk I felt. How overwhelmed after our first kiss.”

The alcohol consumed that night also wasn’t of big help. You were a lightweight and you drunk only occasionally, so the few drinks you had already made you feel dizzy. Mixed with the intensity of your emotions, it overwhelmed you so intensely that his touch was all you could remember from that night. But now you could make it all alright.

“I only remember your touch, the things we did, and our conversation the next morning. I remember touching your hand and initiating the kiss, and my tipsy brain just thought that you went with it to forget about MC.” You said truthfully, letting it all pour out of you. Your cheeks burned with the embarrassment of admitting how desperate you were for him, that the thought he loved another didn’t stop you from having sex with him.

Then the blush deepened from the realization that from the very beginning the only one he was thinking about was you.

This thought made your head spin, the happiness slowly bubbling in your chest. Your whole body trembled.

“That’s— Fuck. You really don’t remember.” He shook his head again, realizing how deep the misunderstanding reached. “You didn’t initiate anything. I was the one who kissed you first.”

“No, I—”

“Yes. You touched my hand, smiled at me contentedly and said some things and I—I just couldn’t restrain myself any longer.” This time you were the one who started approaching him slowly. You needed him close. Always. And you realized that now you didn’t have any reasons to deny yourself that lack of distance. “You looked so soft, so open and kissable, and I just went for it. And then you reciprocated.” The light in his eyes started sparkling when he noticed that you were finally coming closer to him. He reached out his hand for you and you took it gently, still shaking from the unspoken emotions.

“I can’t believe it. All this time I thought that you were in love with someone else.” His hand was warm, the touch electrifying. You squeezed his hand and intertwined your fingers together. You saw how between your clasped hands, his Evol started shining brightly, shading soft light upon your features. It was a sign that he was excited. “I tried to put a distance between us, end this intimacy because I thought that I was just a second best for you. An easy distraction.”

“How could you think that? Almost from the moment I met you, I have loved you passionately—” He brought you even closer together, pulling you by your intertwined hands, and put his other hand on your cheek. He swiped the reminder of your tears with his fingers, looking into your eyes with a devotion so apparent that it took your ability to form coherent thoughts. How did you manage to miss the way he was always looking your way?

“X-Xavier.”

“I couldn’t even think about anyone else even if I tried to. You occupy my every thought. How could I ever find a place for somebody else in my heart when you fill the space out completely?” Everything that came out of his mouth was laced with impatience. He was trying so hard to make you understand him, and the intensity of his emotions. He couldn’t psychically hold it inside anymore, he restrained himself for so long that he felt as if all of his walls finally crumbled. He needed you to know everything.

“I love you, starlight. I’m so in love with you that I couldn’t contain that feeling inside anymore. I couldn’t even spend five minutes in your presence without trying to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you. My whole body longs for you constantly.” He said, thinking off the months after you started being friends with benefits. How at first he wasn’t sure how much he could take from you, and then, when he noticed that you didn’t mind the affection outside the bedroom, he couldn’t contain himself. He kissed you every time he had a chance, he touched you everywhere he could, he was trying to stay away from you as little as possible. Despite thinking that you did not reciprocate his feelings fully, his love for you flowed out of him naturally, every look and every touch laced with unconditional devotion.

During the period of your silence and avoiding him, he thought that it was because he finally crossed a line. He let his feelings out too much, he finally made you uncomfortable. He was starting to act as you lover, not as your friend and it wasn’t what you agreed to. He thought you still didn’t love him and maybe that was a sign that you never will. And even if that could be the case, he still couldn’t let you go.

And it appeared that he didn’t have to.

That you were not uncomfortable, but unsure.

That it was all a huge misunderstanding.

And the words that came out of your pretty, little mouth next, almost brought him to his knees.

“Xavier. Xavier me too, I—” You stuttered, completely overwhelmed by how much you were feeling. You squeezed his wrists, and looked deep into his beautiful, hopeful eyes. “I love you too. And I fell in love with you long before our first night together. I just thought that it was wishful thinking, because your heart was already taken by someone else. And that I could just stay beside you as your friend and that would be enough. And then share your bed from time to time, if that meant that I could hold you close, be on the receiving end of your affection.” You said and raised on your feet to place a quick kiss on his lips. He chased after you instantly, despite appearing stunned. You noticed his hands were shaking.

“You really mean it?” He asked, leaning towards you, kissing your lips again, this time for longer. He had trouble keeping his mouth away from yours, especially now, that he knew that every one of your kisses was filled with love. “Am I not dreaming this time?” You smiled and stroked his hair affectionately, petting his head, wanting to convey your feelings in every way possible.

“Xavier, I love you.” You repeated, grabbing his head in your palms and looking deep into his eyes. Your voice was strong, leaving no room for uncertainty. “I love you so mu—” He didn’t let you finish that sentence, because he quickly picked you up and spun you around, holding you in his arms. You giggled and put your arms around his neck, holding him tightly, his face buried in your neck. When he stopped, he quickly found your lips again and that kiss felt groundbreaking.

He held you close to him, one hand squeezing you by your waist, and the other holding your jaw gently. His brows furrowed in desperation and his kisses were slow, sensual, sending pleasant shocks throughout your whole body. His tongue made an appearance, and he tasted you in a way that made your legs feel like jelly. He licked into your mouth, grunting lowly, his fingers placing a strand of your hair behind your ear, then tracing patterns on your warm cheek. When you opened your eyes for a second, you could see that the tips of his ears were red. The blush spread through his cheeks too, making him look so adorable.

“It does feel like a dream.” He breathed between kisses. “And sounds too good to be true.” He captured your lips again and you smiled into his mouth. Your heart was about to burst.

“I love you.” You repeated, basking in the feeling of finally being able to say it out loud, be open with your emotions. He released your lips and kissed your forehead. You looked up, and he placed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, a wide smile adorning his face.

“Don’t stop saying that. You make me so happy.” He said quietly, and you whispered the confession once again, making him sigh shakily.

“I was so stupid. I should’ve asked you right from the start if what Jeremiah said was true.” You said and hugged him more tightly. “I should’ve told you sooner.” You placed your head on his strong chest, your ear touching his bare body, listening to his fast heartbeat. Your hands were hugging his waist, mindful not to touch his bandaged back.

“No, I foolishly thought that telling you once would suffice. I forgot that you drank that night and that could’ve clouded your memory.” He squeezed you harder to himself and started back away with you in his arms, until the back of his legs touched his couch. He feel into it, holding you close, making you sit on his lap. “To think that I could have you sooner—” He looked into your eyes, as if searching for something.

“You had me before, and you have me now. My heart, my body, my soul.” You positioned yourself more comfortably, placing your legs on both sides of his waist, and took his face into your hands. He closed his eyes at the contact, and started to caress your body, from your waist, down to your legs. He squeezed the plush of your tights and let his head fall against the couch pillows.

He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He prayed that this wasn’t a dream, that all of the things your were telling him were true. His chest vibrated pleasurably, incredible warmth spreading through it. His heart beat so quickly, and so loudly that he thought it was the first time he felt its’ beat so intensely himself. Your words made him feel drunk with emotion.

He opened his eyes to look at your face.

He almost choked with how beautiful you were. How divine, sitting on him, caressing his shoulders, smiling at him with the stars in your eyes. He looked at your lips, full and swollen, bearing the signs of his kisses. He looked at your neck, delicate and unmarked, and he stroked it with the back of his hand, wanting to change that fact immediately, knowing that now he was allowed to do that. He switched his gaze to your eyes again and drank them in, basking in their light, wishing that this moment could never end. Or maybe it should, so it could become your new beginning.

You were his treasure. His star, his light, guiding him through life, making his existence worth pursuing. You showed him that the world can be beautiful, despite it’s overbearing cruelty. You were his salvation, his safe place, his one and only, showing him every single day that he mattered, that he was not a lost cause, or a villain in disguise. You taught him that he was capable of loving so intensely and now, that he was loved as passionately in return.

He doubted his worth, but the only way he knew to prove his love for you was by protecting you with his very life. You had no idea, but his sword, now a symbol of your bond, was yours to command—and you were the only reason he continued to wield it.

“What are you thinking about?” Your voice was not more than a whisper, your eyes still looking into his starry ones, losing yourself in the deep blue. You loved them, how magnificent and expressive they were, and you swore to yourself to tell him about it every day.

He seemed to get out of the trace he was in, and his eyes softened, still taking you in. He smiled and took your hands into his, and kissed your knuckles, his kisses gentle and long-lasting.

“You.” He replied shortly, his voice gentle and reassuring. He put your hands on his shoulders, making you hug his neck with them. You complied and put your whole arms around his neck, bringing your bodies closer. One of his hands touched your waist, caressing it delicately, and the other one stroked your hair, admiring its’ softness. His eyes never left yours. “Always you, my starlight. Then, now, and till the end of my days. I will always carry you in my mind, and in my heart, to be able to reach you, no matter the distance.” You could feel his breath on your face with how close you were to each other, and he gazed at your open lips, which were already waiting to be kissed senselessly. “I love you, as I never loved anyone else in my life, and I never will again.” His lips captured yours in a kiss so soft, yet so desperate, and full of adoration, that you felt a single, happy tear escape from your eye. He deepened the kiss and held you throughout the night, kissing you and touching you, never wanting the moment to end, the warmth of your skin to become a memory.

It all started with the simplest of touches, and it never truly ended. The spark you ignited that first night has never faded. Since the moment you met, it has burned brightly between you both, a light so powerful that it could be seen across the vastness of deep space. Everlasting and exquisite, just like the different lifetimes you both had ahead of you, always finding each other, as if guided by it’s warmth.

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thank you for your time and please let me know if you liked it!! i was thinking of writing more for this au, maybe from xavier’s perspective? how they met and how he fell in love + how their first night really played out ♡

[ah0rmone]

hibari kyoya x fem!reader

warnings: mndi!, piv, raw fucking, breeding, ambiguous relationship, english isn't my first language and this piece wasn't proofreaded

One punch, another. The man you're currently watching successfully delivers every hit to his holographic opponent. With the last blow the AI enemy scatters and disappears. You'd be impressed and even terrified of such power if only you weren't too focused on the man's form: lean and strong, his sweat-soaked shirt is clinging to his body. You want to cling to his body too.

"I asked you a question," Hibari Kyoya says, staring at you.

"What?" you look at him oblivious, trying to look at his face and not the neck you'd love to cover with hickeys.

"Do you want to spar?" he asks again, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he comes closer to you to grab a bottle that stands right next to your leg.

"Do you think I'm suicidal?" you chuckle.

"I think that you're better at this than this thing," he nods at the AI model. "Why? Did you come here to sit and watch?"

You gulp, suddenly feeling thirsty. You did come here to train, but you know that no matter how strong you're, you're not a match for Hibari Kyoya and, more importantly, you're too horny to fight anyone right now.

Yet, you agree.

He gives you a satisfied smirk and stands in a position, his tonfas prepared to strike and defend. Slowly you pull out your own weapon. Whether you want it or not, fighting the Cloud guardian will be a great practice that would definitely benefit you in the future.

Your weapons connect, both of you fully concentrated now. You do prove yourself a better opponent than the AI but there's no way you can win. Soon enough you're out of breath, with a couple of bruises here and there, but you don't give up just yet: you strike so hard, one of his tonfas flies away from his hand.

"Wow," he says, a carnivorous look in his eyes, so seducting, that for a second you lower your guard.

Which leads to your immediate downfall.

He manages to kick you on the ground and to sit on top of you, then lets go of another tonfa and when you flail at him, skilfully grabs your wrist, pinning both of them above your head. In you, the blood is boiling, so you refuse to give up, rocking your body to throw him off you, but he sits steadily. Exhausted, you glare at him.

"I thought you wanted to spar," you give him an offended look. However, you actually have to avert your gaze because the way he looks at you.... like you're the most delicious meal, the one that he's about to devour.

"I thought you wanted to spar," he mocks leaning closer to you. "Small pathetic animal, you lasted as long as you could."

The phrase itself is degrading but you understand the meaning behind it - his acknowledgement of your strength.

You feel the need to say something back but can't concentrate because his breath is almost caressing the skin of your face. You can feel his heat, his smell. It feels like if you try hard enough you will even hear his heartbeat. Your head spins and you feel desire growing in your lower belly, but when you're about to admit your defeat and go to your room, so you could masturbate this one out, you feel cold metal against your wrists and a loud "CLICK".

You shoot your glance upwards just to see that he handcuffed you. The smirk on his lips tells you that it was his plan all along.

"Why use the Vongola weapons on a small animal?" you huff, less annoyed that you pretend you're.

"The smaller they are, the easier it's for them to run away," whispers Kyoya and, being unable to control himself any longer, presses your lips together.

The kiss is hungry, animalistic, he cages you between himself and the floor. Since you obediently keep your locked wrists above your head, he lets go of them, one of his hand grabbing your neck to pull you deeper into the kiss, another finding its place on your ass.

With a dominating motion he rolls his bulge (that's been apparent for the past 5 minutes, but you've been successfully ignoring untill now) over your clothed vagina, the friction so good a sweet moan of arousal escapes your lips. This spurs Kyoya to bump his hips into yours over and over again, simulating and stimulating, as his mouth lowers to your neck where he keeps kissing, biting and licking and kissing again.

Suddenly he pulls away and starts tugging your top off.

"Wait, Kyoya, what if someone comes in?" the idea of being caught during such a compromising act fills you with embarrassment...as much as with arousal.

"I don't care," he cuts off and manages to free your upper body from the clothing item.

And you know that he truly doesn't care: it's not even about his characteristic independence but about the wild lust that he has for you, the urgent desire of consuming you right here, right now.

His kisses trail down your neck, your collarbone, until his hot mouth finds one of your nipples and starts licking and sucking, one of his hands groping your other boob. You whine, moan and writhe, feeling more and more wetness soil your panties.

"Kyoya, please," you beg out of breath as your legs hook around his waist.

He looks at you: red, disheveled, horny, begging for him to claim you - and feels that the last ounce of patience has left his psyche, so he strips you of your pants and underwear. He knows what he's going to see under but still can't help but smirk at the sight of your overflowing arousal.

Without wasting any time, he unzips his trousers as well and pulls your legs up to your chest.

"You don't mind if I breed you, do you, little animal?" he whispers right in your lips, your breath mingling. Even if you want to refuse, you don't have enough willpower to oppose, so only a quiet begging "please" leaves your lips.

But that's more than enough for him. He controls himself though, fighting the animalistic desire to just slam his cock inside your plush walls. No, he sinks in slowly but steadily. His whole body lays on top of you now, his left hand holding you under your right knee. The fingers of his right hand intertwine with yours above your head. A satisfied hiss leaves his lips when he finally bottoms out.

"Are you ready, my little pet?" he murmurs against your lips, his teeth grazing your lower lip, preventing you from answering. Either way he knows you are: your cunt gripping him, refusing to let go. You catch his gaze: lustful, determined, but so full of love and tenderness at the same time. You nod slightly.

The pace he chooses is relentless, frenzy, every new slap of his hips against your pelvis makes you gasp and let out a loud moan. His name falls off your lips in a crazy, wanton mantra that makes his cock twitch. He growls, not like a wild animal, but like a man who goes crazy with love and obsession for a woman underneath him, and tries to capture your lips, even though it's hard to maintain steady kisses at such a pace but he wants it desperately, and what Hibari Kyoya wants he gets.

Your intertwined bodies fill the training room with vulgar and arousing sounds of passionate sex. It goes on and on until you feel your orgasm building, your moans turning more desperate as your still tied arms caress his hair.

"Kyoya, I'm going to cum," you announce, sensing that he isn't that behind you, and like to confirm your guess, he says:

"Cum. And then i breed you."

Your legs shake, as his fingers play with your clit to help you get there faster, and soon your vision goes white and you scream loudly, filthy, like you're ready to announce to the whole base that Hibari Kyoya has just made you cum your brains out.

This pushes Kyoya closer to his own edge and you feel how he spills inside of you, his teeth sinking inside your shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark for some time.

"Mine," he whispers against your ear as both of you come down from your high.

For some time you just lay there, he's still inside of you. Then, with a huff, he pulls out and sits back to admire your disheveled form: lying on your back, in his handcuffs, with his cum leaking out from your slit. Seeing this, he uses his finger to push it back inside, the feeling making you moan from being too sensitive.

He crawls on top of you again just to uncuff your wrists, his breath lingering on your face as he does this. You feel so tired, you don't move even when you're free.

"If you're that weak," Kyoya says, pinning your arms to the floor, "Maybe I'll use you again."

He kisses you, but you know that he's bluffing. He would never do anything to you against your will.

"I really want to take a shower now," you pout, pushing him away just so lightly but he obliges anyway.

He zips his pants and waits for you to wear your clothes to help you get up.

"Did you enjoy our sparring?" you joke on your way to the showers.

"It was alright," he shrugs. "The sex was much better. Though...I'm still hungry for more."

He places a hand on your back. You blush.

[ah0rmone]

Hibari you say? I headcanon that he’s actually into shorter girls because they remind him of ‘cuteness’. He is traditional and I’m sure he’s into kawaii kink ;)

minors, don't interact

Hello, lovely~

Well, when it comes to Hibari Kyoya we can't deny that he's a traditional man. Doesn't mean that he's all that traditional in bed though ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

Kyoya definitely likes when his s/o is wearing a dress. He likes cute things, he likes you. He likes this little line of skin showing between the hem of your skirt and stockings. Makes him hard to concentrate on anything you're saying.

Omggg do you think he likes to roleplay this disciplinary thing where you pretend to wear a skirt shorter than it's allowed and he has to measure the length of your skirt, get "disappointed" and punish you for not following his rules? 😏

Mhm, this moment when he hovers over you, you slightly trembling from being equally nervous and aroused.

"Are you not afraid I'll bite you to death, my little bunny?" he murmurs, as his teeth glaze over your neck.

You want to answer something but then you feel his cold fingers creeping up your inner thigh, his knee pushing between your legs. A whimper of excitement escapes your lips.

"I take it as a yes," you feel his hot breath on your cheek, right before he presses your lips together, his tongue slithering inside.

Your kiss is hot, passionate, animalistic even. Just like Kyoya is.

mrrrrr, I'm not going to write the full version but it made me remember that i actually love hibari 🥺

[ah0rmone]

might fuck around and answer some asks that been lying in my askbox for 2 years

[ah0rmone]

It was a struggle to choose just four but i went with how i feel~

"MY MAN"

four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !

thought this was a silly idea keep it going! tagging ; @rrairey @httpshujii @cindol @shokosprincess @seneon @cheriiyaya @accidentcache @suntoru and anyone else wanting to participate !

[ah0rmone]

where do i sign up

hello✨ in your cuddlebug scenario with Konoha 12 boys in kiba’s one you said something like “ you get cuddles along his fetishes”. I have been thinking about it since I read it a month ago. So what are his fetishes? ( only if you’re comfortable obv ) have a great day🤍

Warnings: 18+, different kinks, explicit.

What was supposed to be a simple answer became an NSFW headcanon. Horny be gone please😞

Well yes, he totally has a gagging fetish. He likes shoving his fingers down your throat when he’s fucking you doggystyle. He also loves it when you gag on his dick, he will hold your head in place and bite his lip at the way you gag on him until you’re slapping his thigh for a breath of fresh air.

He also has a big humiliation kink. Loves to call you things like “slut”, “bitch”, “my dirty little whore” and pulls your hair while he at it, spanking you too.

Kiba also has a ton of heavy duty whips and floggers. Man loves impact play with his whole life. He won’t hurt you or leave any scars on you when he uses anything other than his hand, so you don’t have to worry about being in severe pain. He just likes to listen to you scream and watch you squirm when he smacks your ass with the flogger. Also likes smacking your pussy a couple times if you came when he told you not to. He always gives you the hardest time when he tells you not to come, and the way he fucks you when you’re not supposed to come is completely unfair. He will fuck you deep and slow just how you like, and when your thighs start shivering and your moans become screams, his thumb will find your clit and he will start rubbing tight circles while constantly reminding you that you’re not allowed to come. There was probably only one time where you were able to deny yourself but you always end up coming and it’s like he deliberately forces them out of you just so he can smack your pussy with the flogger until it hurts. Also likes smacking your inner thighs or your thighs in general. Sometimes he’ll keep your thighs together and push them back until your knees are next to your face and he’ll smack your ass, thighs and pussy all at one like this, occasionally eating you out in this position until you’re squirting. And when you do start squirting he’s going to spank your little puss until you stop. He’s a big sadist.

Don’t worry, there’s always a safe word and a list of soft and hard limits before he brings out the toys.

Also has a nylon fetish, so please get those tights. He loves having to rip them off of your after a while. Wants to feel like he’s ripping you apart before eating you. (Your pussy that is)

Loves feet😭 it drives him crazy when you’re in missionary and you rub your feet on his chest. Omg that will drive him crazy. He loves it when you paint your toenails and has a thing for neon orange colour. He’ll put your toes in his mouth while he’s fucking you and maybe bite the pad of your big toe a little because he is a sadist at the end of the day.

Again, has a huge lingerie thing. Wants to make you cum in them before ripping them off of you and devouring you.

Likes to see you weak and helpless. Your arms and legs tied down and a blindfold around your eyes. When he fucks you like this and all you can do is scream, his dick will stay hard😭 like yeah please the power trip is like a drug to him.

Also has a big role play kink. You play the prey and he will play the predator. Sometimes you’ll discuss before hand so when he comes home you hide somewhere until he finds you and if you can run please run, he’s rock hard by the time he catches you. He’ll proceed to take you to his “den” (bedroom) and rip you open(rip off your clothes) and then eat you (put his mouth all over your body until you’re making a mess everywhere)

And he’s only turned on by all these kinks and fetishes if he gets to do them on his s/o and no one else.

[ah0rmone]

alhaitam x fem!reader

warnings: minors dni! dubcon, drugs (aphrodisiac), fingering, piv, no condom, multiple orgasms (fem)

"Ah!" you rushed to cover your face but it was too late - a pink cloud had already engulfed you, the sweet scent tickling your nostrils, powder substance descending to your lungs. In a futile attempt of saving yourself, you quickly stumbled backwards only for your back to meet warm chest of Alhaitam.

"What did you do?" the man asked with a flat, uninterested voice like a tired babysitter would ask a mischievous toddler.

Usually you would get angry or, at least, irritated at his dismissive tone but at that moment you were too scared of possible consequences of a suspicious substance invading your organism.

"I think i just got poisoned. We have to go back!" you turned to him, hands still clutching at your throat as if you could stop the poison from spreading.

Alhaitam slowly scanned your form from feet to a worried face and then walked right past you to a wall you've just touched. He didn't seem concerned for your well-being (not like he ever did), but then again, why would he? You weren't close.

Tonight both of you came to inspect newly discovered ruins in the desert and, possibly, learn more about the history of your homeland. Usually Alhaitam had no interest in such expeditions and you used to come with your fellow students but this time, to your immense disappointment, the one who got to accompany you was no other than the acting Grand Sage himself. Honestly, you had no idea why he had to go with you but you assumed that it was none of your business. Either way even if he wasn't the friendliest academic, he still was very smart and, not to mention, hot. So you didn't mind him joining THIS much.

After going through a bunch of tunnels and dusty rooms you two had successfully found a bunch of secret passages and puzzles that you easily cracked. That was until you encountered what was looking like a hidden storage in a wall and tried to open it. Unsuccessfully.

"Alhaitam?" you called to his back while he was scrutinizingly inspecting the wall.

"You're not going to die, it's not a deadly poison," he said after some time.

"What is it then?"

"Not a deadly poison."

You felt your irritation rising. You were trying really hard to keep your panic in control, so him being evasive didn't help much. As you opened your mouth to curse at him, he finally faced you:

"But we should go back, we're done here."

And then he left the room.

Even though you felt a slight dissatisfaction because you didn't complete your research, you hurried after him. Not a deadly poison was still a poison and you wished to get as much closer to civilization as possible when symptoms started to kick in. You wished you knew what you were dealing with but Alhaitam was the hardest person to crack, so you didn't even try to.

That was until after some time of walking back you started to feel impossibly hot. The feeling of your clothes was weighing you down, the fabric unpleasantly rubbing your skin. It wasn't the worst though. The worst part was when you noticed how good Alhaitam was smelling, even though he was walking far forward from you. How his back muscles flexed under his top. And how wet your pussy got from just thinking about him embracing you in a tight hug, pressing your bodies together.

Stop.

Wet?

You tried to get back in control of your emotions, but your head was spinning and you were losing the grip on reality. Absentmindedly, you realised that you leaned on a cool corridor wall. It didn't help much. With your eyes closed you started to take in all the feelings around you: a loud thumping of your heart, a tender caressing of a draft emerging from a small hole in the ceiling, an uncomfortable rubbing of your panties across your clit and, then, rough fingertips tilting your head up.

You slowly opened your eyes meeting a scrutinizing gaze of Alhaitam. His alluring lips, his strong neck that you would very much like to pepper with wet kisses, the warmth of his body that was calling out to you...

You wanted to tell him to get away, to not let you use him while you couldn't even control yourself, to not cross the line in your relationship of fellow colleagues but you couldn't. Instead you put your hands on his shoulders, a barely audible whisper leaving your lips "Please, help me, it's unbearable." And leaned in for a kiss.

Alhaitam wasn't the victim, however, but more than a willing participant: he pulled you closer by your neck deepening the kiss while the other hand quickly worked its way into your pants. When his fingers brushed over your clit you whole body jerked. So far it was nothing but a light indirect contact and yet you already felt on the edge. You were already soaking wet, desperate beyond words, your mind struggling to keep up with your body and your body rushing to get release. The shared kiss was becoming sloppier and wetter, his whole body was pushing into you, leaving you no room for maneuver. His finger slipped in, then another. Alhaitam didn't like beating around the bush, instead he enjoyed going straight to his goal - this time it was for you to cum. His lips moved to your neck, sucking and licking, his other hand slithered under your shirt to your breasts. He knew what he was doing, where he should touch and where to kiss. It wasn't surprising that the Sage was a really smart man, however, you'd lie if you expected him to be this skilled in sex.

Because of the aphrodisiac - now you knew what you were dealing with - your sensitivity was increased tenfold, so everything felt unbearably overwhelming. His hot breath, strong, confident fingers, the feeling of utter submission because you were quickly turning into a wet, sobbing, whining mess with only one, very pathetic thought in mind:

"Make me cum!" you begged choking on your moans and felt Alhaitam smirking in the crook of your neck.

However, he didn't resort to teasing, instead he increased the speed of his fingers and few seconds later you got what you begged for: the white flashed before your eyes, you orgasmed, intensely and overwhelmingly, your mind blanking, hips shaking and vision blurring.

But it wasn't enough and he knew it:

"This was one. Two more to go," Alhaitam said pulling away. His fingers left you with a "plop" and you saw how wet and sticky they were.

"Two?.." you asked, voice shaking. A temporary relief had gone already, your lust coming back quickly.

However, Alhaitam didn't waste a second as he picked you up and brought to the nearest room. It was stuffy and dusty and the only source of light was an ajar door to the corridor. Naturally you would stop him and say that it was unhygienic but right now your thoughts felt like melted marshmallows: they were mixing with each other, tangling and as much as you tried to concentrate it seemed that all the blood had gone to your genitals.

You felt him taking his cape off and dropping it somewhere before he lowered you on a cold stone table. The fabric wasn't thick enough to soften your uncomfortable position but, at least, it was less dirty this way.

"I'm going to take your clothes off," not a question or even a suggestion, just a fact. It seemed that Alhaitam's uncompromising attitude carried to the bedsheets as well.

Before you realised it you were laying bare-naked in the underground ruins with the Great Sage hovering over your squirming form. His soft lips touched your ear shell as he began licking and sucking, all the while his left hand was circling and playing with your nipples. While you were focusing on his ministrations on your upper body, he spread your legs and his fingers slipped in again.

"Oh my-! I'm so sensitive, Alhaitam, please, don't stop!" you cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. If you were in a more mindful state you would definitely try to give back to him but not now. Now you were giving yourself to him, allowing him to have full control of your body.

"Stop squirming," he growled while his fingers were repeatedly penetrating you. You didn't listen (you really couldn't), so he pressed you down with his own body. This close proximity made you realise that even if he wasn't subjected to aphrodisiac he still was turned on by this situation. You felt his bulge as he rubbed it upon your naked thigh.

Never in a thousand of years you would think it was possible but just a mere thought of him being hard from this, because of you, tripped you over the edge.

"Hm, it was even quicker," he mumbled like you weren't a fellow researcher but just a test subject. Perhaps, that was exactly what this situation was for him - just an experiment. Yet a shiver ran over you. Somehow the realisation that you were completely at his mercy, utterly submitted to him, made you go completely crazy with lust. You couldn't pronounce words anymore, it took everything in you to look him in the eyes, brush your palm over his bulge and beg:

"This!"

You thought it was the first time you saw him actually surprised. It showed only in his eyes and only for a mere second but that brief moment of your assertiveness not just caught him off guard but made him see you from a different perspective. Yes, it was a rather embarrassing and needy request. But at that moment you didn't feel like a subject at all. No, you were an equal partner. You saw him freeze for a second, visually contemplating.

"Alright, if you insist," he smirked after some seconds.

His hands left your body to tug down his pants a little. Your eyes darted down in a horny attempt of seeing his dick but you managed to catch only a glimpse when his hand tugged your chin up, his body laying back down on yours.

"Have some decency," he accused before his tongue slipped in your mouth.

While his left hand was cupping your cheek keeping your kiss messy and hungry, another parted your knees apart, allowing him to sneak between them.

You felt it. His penis pressing on your entrance. It felt hot and big and you couldn't take it anymore so your hips rose up to meet his. A palm pushed you back down.

"Behave," he growled strictly, his mouth lowering to bite your shoulder.

You were almost crying, unable to wait anymore, ready to beg and whine and promise him anything in the world if he just puts it in.

But you didn't have to. AlHaitam didn't see a reason in waiting a second longer either.

He didn't rush in though, he entered you slow, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. When he finally bottomed out, you cried, feeling full and warm and impatient, though you tried to stay obedient, and when he finally started moving you begged for his lips again.

At that point Alhaitam stopped holding back, his pace increasing, becoming rougher, it was impossible to keep kissing anymore, instead he bit your lip.

"So good for me," he praised, pounding you into the table.

You legs were trembling, your tired arms gripping his shoulders. Waves of pleasure were crashing you and you couldn't hold back anymore orgasming the strongest you have ever had: your whole body spasmed, a loud scream escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back so hard, you stopped seeing for a moment.

When you came back from your high you realised that Alhaitam stopped. His dick was still inside you, hard, but you felt completely spent.

"How do you feel?" he looked at you attentively.

"Tired," you managed to mutter.

Everything ached: your head, your body, your pussy. You really wanted nothing but a good cold glass of water and a comfortable bed. However, you couldn't not feel sorry that Alhaitam didn't cum. After all, you could still feel him inside of you, hard as rock.

"Listen, if you want to-," you tried saying that he could finish if he wanted to, you could endure it a little bit longer, but he cut you off pulling out of you:

"I'm good."

You could see his big dick now that showed that he was definitely good before but not now.

"No, let me-," you attempted to stand up but your body didn't seem to listen to you. You would have fallen down if Alhaitam didn't catch you in time.

"Don't be ridiculous, you can't even stand," he helped you to seat and pointed at a pile of clothes next to you. "Put your clothes on and let's leave."

"But you helped me. I feel obligated now to return the favour," you protested weakly but followed his command.

"Good. Because you will return it. Just not here right now."

You turned to look at him in surprise but wasn't fast enough to see a smirk on his lips. To you he appeared characteristically stoic and cold.

"You squirmed all over my cape."

[ah0rmone]

Golden Ecstasy

┌─── “ ♤ „Syp; As Bonten’s scuba diver, you have to dive into the depths of the water at the command of Mikey. This time is no different, or so you expect.

╰➸・ wc 5489

 ・✿・ This work contains: Afab!fem!reader, Octopus!Hanma, monster fucking, tentacles, ooze/slime,  triple penetration, face fucking, no actual dick just tentacles, non-con/dub-con, creampie, dark content, scuba diver!reader, cheating (not really), condescending praise, manipulation, blackmail, degradation, delusions. 

┌─── “ ♤ Author’s note: An entry for @iwaasfairy​ “Persephone” Collab. Edited: I didn’t realized I used the wrong syp for this story. Damn.

୨ ✦ ୧  Dingy yellow lights that occasionally flicker illuminated the dismal room. Columns of shelves stand side by side filled with diving gear and spare clothes for after the dive. One long wooden planked bench sat in the middle, puddles of water resting right under it and droplets that lead to the bench.

In the middle of taking the scuba fins from around your feet your foot freezes halfway in the air with your hands in the middle of pulling it off. Kakucho’s voice is to blame. Echoes of his voice bounce throughout the empty diver’s area. “Boss wants you in the water.”

Your face deadpans as you set your foot back on the ground, your foot still having the fin attached. A sigh leaves your mouth, head hanging low with a soft shake to it. You can’t complain, you signed up for this. The boss isn’t one to give his employees a break, especially when he doesn’t take one himself. All this overtime better show up on your paycheck.

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[ah0rmone]

blade x female reader, reader is not the trailblazer

Thinking about getting fucked by Blade on the train…He'll take the chance…🥺💦

TW: yandere, non-con, threaten

You're one of the members of the astral express, and Blade kept you in mind after a quick glance at you, but he couldn't get a chance to get close to you… until one day.

You told your companions that you want to experience the culture and scenery of this planet alone, and temporarily separate from them. You even got a new dress and socks for the little tour! You have checked the information in advance - if you need to go, you must take the public train on this planet, so you buy a ticket.

A tall figure is approaching you and stopping behind you.

Your eyes widen as a hand is caressing your ass through your skirt, your heart beating like a song changing tempo. You tried to push that hand away, but that hand paused for a few seconds, and then rubbing your butt and pinching the flesh of your cheek. Panting in panic, you turned your head to see who that person was - a pair of red eyes that were shining darkly and triumphantly. Blade, member of the Stellaron Hunters. Your stomach sinks, a chill runs down your spine. You can't beat him alone.

You're not without guts to expose him, though. You look around, trying to get the attention of the other passengers, but Blade whispers in your ear.

"If you ask anyone for help, I'll kill everyone on this train."

You froze at the threat. He chuckled, pulling your skirt up to your waist, tracing the slit in your cunt with his fingers through the panties. After making sure you've lost any courage to fight back, Blade even sticks his fingers in your panties. His gloved fingers rub your pussy roughly, even exploring your sweet spot. Pleasure and fear replaced the original vigilance, and you hid the moan in your throat. An orgasm takes hold of your body, and you grip the armrest. And Blade, showing you your liquid on his glove, showing you how much you actually love this.

Next is what he is ready to do to you. He pushes you to the window, presses your chest against the window, and pounds you from behind. For the first time he sends the seed into your body. How sad. It's not that the passengers you want to protect don't notice, it's that they don't care or don't dare to care. This planet doesn't deserve a glance from someone as precious as you.

Before leaving, Blade takes off your panties and puts this in his pocket. In shock and bewilderment, you couldn't stop him. He looked at you with satisfaction, and you stood there trembling, still wearing your skirt, but no panties, with a suspicious white stream between your thighs. He can't wait for your companions to see this scene, especially the one named Dan Heng.

This is the only reason why Blade is willing to let you go.

[ah0rmone]

hello I have a very specific request, take it if you like it. Please write to the character that you think is the best comforter being super cute with an oc that feels like the world is going to fall apart because he doubts all his life choices. thanks <3

I haven’t written shit all since March bc once April hit my year became the worst ever on planet earth and then this request was sent in and while it took me ages to get there it was nice to basically kind of vent through this. so honestly thank you. I know it’s a bit late but thank you for sending this in. I honestly think Takeshi’s the best comforter in the series, based on what we’ve seen, and what I think about his character anyways!! reader is in college, so I’ll sit here and say about 21? 22? maybe for age reference?

character/s: yamamoto takeshi, reader (gender-neutral)

word count: 1,477

warnings: swearing. idk blue screen of death fuck that shit. emotional breakdown and self depreciation

prompt: absolutely nothing was going right, and this was the final straw

You were going to scream. On god.

You dropped your head onto your desk, barely registering the pain from the solid wood, before turning your head to rest your cheek against it so you could stare up at your computer screen. It hurt your eyes, but you continued to try and work like this, eyes straining to watch the cursor move.

You stopped, listening quietly as your computer’s already constant whirring got louder, hoping if you waited it’d slow down, only to then watch your screen go black, then a bright, obnoxious blue that hurt your eyes, and the whirring died off immediately.

You were still, blinking slowly. You took a slow breath, sitting up and reaching somewhere around your PC for where your shitty wired mouse was connected. Once you disconnected it, you stood and with as much strength as you could muster, threw the mouse at the wall opposite you with a loud scream.

You fell back down into your chair with another yell, struggling to shove your keyboard to the side and out of the way before dropping your head onto your desk again, and a third time for good measure.

“Stupid fuckin’… ass computer! Bitch!”

The swearing didn’t make the screen return to your work, though. It’d have been nice if it did.

It was between your loud complaining that someone opened the door to check on you, unable to see you over your monitor. They could hear you, though. Definitely.

“Bitch ass computer probably wants me to fuckin’ die,” you’d ground out, dropping a hand and grunting irritably when it hit your keyboard again. “Stupid fucking-“

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You shot up to look over at Takeshi as he closed the door to your room quietly.

You’d gone on about “hosting the get together today, because even if I’m busy I’d feel bad about not being there anyway, and maybe takin’ a break with you all might help!” and whatnot. So everyone downstairs had heard your yelling, and promptly sent Takeshi up to check on you.

“Haah, this stupid piece of shit I can’t afford to replace went and fucking died on me and now all my shit is gone and I won’t be able to submit my work and then I’ll have no certificates and I won’t be taken seriously even though helping you lot is illegal anyways I want to have something to prove I’m not stupid but—!”

You’d probably ramble for days about it, if you had the breath to, but you heaved out a couch and waved him off, turning to cough into your elbow.

Takeshi waited patiently, quietly, for you to get yourself together.

“Feh, and look at that, givin’ up on my health for this shit definitely worked out in my favour, huh?” You muttered into your arm, brows furrowing. To some degree, he’d noticed, you’d definitely been unwell. But when it was ever brought up in the vaguest way possible, you avoided the topic.

“You alright?”

You glanced at him, eyes narrowed. “‘M fine.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though he had not spoken again. “I am fine!”

“I’m f-fine, dammit!”

He wasn’t really surprised by the sudden onslaught of tears, watching you fall back down onto your desk chair, the creaking only serving to upset you further.

“My life is gonna f-fall apart, probably, but I’m just fine.”

Takeshi rounded your desk and shuffled between you and the table, crouching down to meet your eyes.

“That’s not true.” He tilted his head. “Can’t say workin’ in the mafia is the best way to put business and financial skills to use, but…”

“Wish I could fuckin’ fight or something,” you grumbled, sniffling. “Wouldn’t have to worry about a piece of shit certificate. Shit’s illegal anyways, don’t know why I’m working so damn hard for one in the first place.”

“It’s nice, to have something that validates you and your skills,” he mumbled. “It’s nice to strive for those things, to have goals. More than anything, I wish you’d keep making goals like these.”

He tapped the back of his hand to your knee, stroking gently. “You’re amazing, doing all this. Not giving up despite it all. Putting your all into it for the sake of helping others.”

He offered you a small smile. “More than any of us, you’re incredible. I admire that. Thank you for working so hard for our sake.”

His shoulders slumped when your tears returned stronger, face scrunching up. You hunched over, head hanging between your knees.

“I’m really proud of you,” Takeshi murmured. “You’re doing an excellent job.”

“A-Am I?” You covered your face with your hands, body trembling. “I-I can’t do anything at all to h-help you, I keep f-falling behind, I couldn’t even find a damn j-job to keep this up and had to r-rely on others…”

You pushed at your cheeks, pulling on the skin as you tried to rid of your tears, but it did not work. “I-I’m really not that great…!”

“I think you’re amazing.” Takeshi shifted so he could sit on the floor properly, leaning back on his hands, his head knocking against your desk gently. “You’re super amazing.”

“You’re even in college! None of us got that far.”

“G-Gokudera probably could,” you muttered, tone spiteful, but not at him. Never at your friends. Takeshi could hear self depreciation a mile away, but with you it was even easier. It broke his heart.

“Maybe.” He was quiet for a bit. “But, you’re still super smart. You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

Before you could say something like “but Gokudera and Reborn”, he continued, “I also know you’ll help us more than you think. There’s no way we’d be where we are without people like you supporting us.”

“The… The Vongola wouldn’t have gotten where it is without the silent supporters like you. Right?”

You shifted, sniffling. Takeshi didn’t talk much about the Vongola despite being a Guardian, so when he did, you found it best to listen.

“Not everyone needs to fight, physically at least.” Takeshi leant forward, and this promoted you to look up at him from where your head hung. “Technically, you’re as strong as you need to be. Doing what you do best.”

“Shouldn’t I be stronger…?” You shifted to rest your forearms on your knees, pushing yourself up. “If I could fight-“

“Do you want to fight?”

You blinked slowly, thinking this over quietly. You eventually shook your head, slowly, and he smiled at this.

“Then why would we make you? Let us fight for you.”

“You shouldn’t have to fight, either.”

He contemplated this before smiling again, but a little smaller.

“No, we really shouldn’t. But, it is what it is, I guess. We’ve gotten this far, so…”

You sniffed again, looking off to the side. “I’m still… not that great.”

“I think you’re amazing.”

You were quiet before pointing at your computer tower. “D’you know any tech nerds who might be able to fix this thing…? If I could get my work back, that’d be a miracle and would save another breakdown, but getting a better computer is probably a good place to start.”

“When is your work due?”

You were dead silent, and while Takeshi almost expected you to drop ‘tomorrow’ on him, you didn’t.

“In two weeks, but I wanted to get it out of the way as soon as possible so it wouldn’t get in the way of things. I just spent nearly forty-eight hours on it and it’d piss me off if I lost it all.”

He let out a small, surprised laugh at this. “You’re an incredible student, y’know. Your teachers must love you.”

You pulled a face at this. “Well, sometimes… Academically, maybe, but behaviour wise…”

Takeshi got to his feet despite this. “Well, we know some people whore great with this kind of stuff. One of them should be able to help you.”

You watched him quietly, and he smiled despite your very obviously tired and still upset expression.

“Sitting in here won’t make you feel any better, so come join us. We’ll call them and ask them to help you out, okay? It’ll be okay. You’re incredible, so I know you’ll be okay.”

“If I’m not?”

“Then I’ll help you.”

You watched him for a second longer before he held out a hand to you. You grunted lowly, taking it and standing with his help.

You both froze, watching your desk chair promptly fall apart, a bolt rolling across the floor to the other side of the room.

“Ah, they could probably fix your chair, too,” Takeshi added on quickly when he felt you tense up. “Actually, we could just get you a new one.”

“A new one would be nice. Having a breakdown in a comfier chair might be nice.”