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﹒★ ⁺  Amor Vincit Omnia ☾ ⋆⁺

⋆⁺ tags: loveanddeepspace highschool au, fluff, drama in BUCKETS, smut (all characters are 18 or older, smut is eventual anyway), heavy angst, first-person POV from my MC.

⋆⁺ pairings: sylus x mc, zayne x mc, caleb x mc, xavier x non!mc & rafayel x non!mc

⋆⁺ a/n: long fic that will be cross-posted on my ao3 here

͙͘͡★ PROLOGUE ͙͘͡★

“Love doesn’t conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.”

I always thought this maxim was the epitome of the word sensible.

The first sentence is simple. An abstract noun, followed by an auxiliary verb that refutes the subject and totalises ‘everything’. Syntactically, it’s a neat little simple declarative sentence, or as Zayne would prudently characterise it, an ‘SVO’.

The second is more complex. A complex sentence with a noun clause functioning as the subject of the main clause. It’s connected by conjunctions, and leads its reader through a labyrinth of symbols in the short space of eight words.

I thought this was sensible because of both the sentiment it conveys, as well as how it is structured. Neat. Curt. Prudent, with no space for alienation from the norm. This could be a metaphor for life, I believed; it begins simplistically, but grows more complex in its later half. And as long as I understood its rules and constituents, I could predict anything that might happen to me.

But, if this maxim taught me anything, it’s that human existence cannot be confined to two sentences.

This is something I now am certain of as Sylus grips me beneath his leather jacket, which is embroidered with crimson and ivory thorns. Shrapnel rains down on us like hail as his huge form shields me from their vengeful grasp. My nose twitches at the acrid scent of sulphur.

A world tinged by scarlet pulses around me as blood oozes from the gash on my thigh. I try to get up and run when Sylus pulls me, carmine eyes uncharacteristically fearful as he hastily shouts something at me. I do not know what he said. His hands, slick with sweat and oil, grasp mine as he tries to move me from where I am crouching on the tarmac road.

Violent tremors wrack the earth as he hauls me up. I feel his heart thrashing like a caged crow in his broad chest. He’s afraid, for once.

I wish I could find it in me to be afraid, as my vision slips from my control.

How queer, that whilst the limits of human experience cannot be confined to two sentences, but to two eyes instead.

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Damn y’all liked this one huh—

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' I'm pregnant ! '

⋆｡°✩ tags: pregnancy hcs, you x all LaDS guys, caleb, sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, fluff, minor angst, minor crack.

⋆｡°✩ a/n: hope y'all enjoy! im not sure if my next work is gonna be smut or if i'm gonna start on a longer fic... there will be a poll x

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ sylus ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

‘Sylus… I’m pregnant.’

The whole world suddenly came to a halt. Sylus looked up from where he was sat on his armchair, sifting through weapons reports. Silence crackled like fresh electricity between the two of you before he was up, on his feet and striding across the room to take your face gently in his two large hands.

‘Kitten… do you want this? Are you happy?’

His crimson eyes bored searchingly into you, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite parse. You could feel his hands shaking as you nodded slowly. Of course, you were scared. Really, really scared. But who wouldn’t be?

‘I do. I do want this,’ you replied, leaning into his touch and looking up at him, ‘I’m just…worried. What if I make a bad mother? What if something goes wrong?’

Sylus relaxed. His smile was small, rare, as he stooped down to pepper your face with gentle kisses.

‘You’ll be a brilliant mother, sweetie. I’m here, too. And you are never going to have to worry about our baby coming to harm.’

‘Hm? And why’s that, oh great Bossman of Onychinus?’

‘Because,’ Sylus replied bluntly, ‘You’re living with me until they’re born, and I’m going to install Mephisto with vaporization capabilities to neutralize threats.’

You burst into giggles, leaving further into Sylus as he spoke. Fear had been the sole motivator for you telling him when you had first walked in. The prospect of having a child with the Aether Core embedded in your heart, as well as with your career as a deepspace hunter, made this whole thing petrifying.

But now, you knew you had been unnecessarily stressed. With Sylus beside you, you knew there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

‘I love you, Sylus,’ you sighed, ‘What are you hoping it will be?’

‘A girl might be nice. I’d want her to have your eyes, kitten. They’re the ones I love, the ones I look into when I seek to revel in the highest perfection this world has to muster.’

Later, when you’re settling into bed, you find a plan for a new wing of the mansion, with an empty nameplate. One you’re yet to fill.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ caleb

‘Caleb, I’m pregnant.’

No. No, that couldn’t be right. He must have heard you wrong.

‘Good one, pipsqueak. Is this revenge for me snoring for a week straight? Because you’re going to have to try harder than…’

Caleb trails off as he studied your face. The quivering lip, the glistening eyes, the trembling hands. You can't be serious, surely? The girl he had grown up adoring, carrying his baby? Impossible.

‘Pips? You…you are joking, right?’ Caleb asks carefully, getting up from his seat on the recliner. He had been all set up to watch a movie with you, one of the highlights of his week. But that would clearly have to wait.

‘No,’ you sniffle, ‘I’m not. I have the test here.’

He takes the test from you, his big hands shaking as he studies in the two blue lines; dual streaks of colour that had forever altered the trajectory of his existence.

Caleb is completely in awe. This was, admittedly, what he had always wanted. Proof of his love for you, proof you were his, undeniable and tangible.

Within seconds, you're enveloped into a tight hug. Caleb is nearly crying, you can feel it.

‘Y/N, I’m gonna take such good care of you both. I swear. This baby is gonna be so protected by its daddy, I promise it’ll want for nothin’, pips,’ He babbles, nearly delirious with joy at the news you just revealed.

Your worry soon melts away at his protectiveness. If anything, you can absolutely believe what he’d just said. Caleb was overprotective when it was just you, so you were quite sure that trait would be amplified tenfold by your pregnancy.

Just then, he exhales. His hands shake and Caleb drops to his knees, large hands splaying over your belly, which hadn’t yet begun to swell with your baby. You feel his head rest against your torso, like he’s anchoring himself to the tiny thing that has barely begun to grow inside of you.

Now, you’ll always be his.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ xavier

‘Xavier, I’m pregnant.’

As the words leave your mouth, the room floods with a soft glow. Xavier’s evol floods from him, manifesting as little motes of light that twinkle and flutter around you. The man himself now looks like a walking, glowing star; his flesh star-spangled as he turns to face you.

He’s beside you in a blinding flash of light, drawing you into an embrace and kissing you fiercely. Hands tangle in your hair as your world narrows to that which is fundamentally him, wrapped around you. As he has always been, and will always be.

‘Starlight… you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words,’ he cups your face as he stoops to kiss you again, ‘How far along are you, love?’

‘Only about two weeks or so, Xav,’ you reply, ‘But I’m scared.’

‘Oh honey, why? We’re going to treat this baby so well. I’ll cook for you both when it’s first born and you’re sleeping. Actually, aren’t you supposed to be sleeping now? It’s quite late.’

You giggle as you peck him on his cheek, 'It's 9PM, Xavi. That's only late for you.'

'Hm, well, we'll see whose sleeping schedule matches the baby's. That said, it'll likely prefer it's mother-,'

‘What if I’m a bad mother, though?’ You look up at him with wide eyes.

‘Impossible,’ Xavier declares, sapphire eyes gleaming, ‘Starlight, you’re the kindest and bravest person I know. Countless galaxies have risen and fallen; planets have died and been reborn, but you remain the purest soul to ever grace this plane of existence.’

You blinked, ‘Wow, Xav, way to reassure a girl.’

‘My girl’ Xavier clarifies, pulling you into another hug, before whispering, ‘I’m so excited.’

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ zayne

‘Zayne, I’m pregnant.’

Zayne stiffens, his head of inky black hair whipping around to face you with so much speed you fear for his spine. The glowing screen of his laptop sits abandoned as he nearly leaps up from his desk.

Already, a thousand thoughts and plans flash through his sharp mind. Your nutrition, the birth plan, health insurance, making sure you are well-rested, maternity leave—

‘You…You’re keeping it?’ Zayne asks., his hopeful eyes betraying the insouciant tone of his voice. The two of you had discussed your readiness for a baby, but  hadn’t been actively trying; hence, this was an entirely welcome surprise.

You nod emphatically, crossing your arms nervously, ‘Is that okay?’.

Zayne crosses his office in three languid strides, before sweeping you into a hug. You vaguely notice that he’s careful, much more gentle than usual. All of a sudden, his cold demeanor seems calming, rather than isolating. His hands come up to cradle your shoulders as he pulls away and looks down at you, his eyes glistening with what you suspect are tears.

‘Have you been resting enough? Do you know how far along you are?’

‘I think so, and I think I’m half a month or so along,’ you reply, your own hands coming up to hold his. As per usual, his skin is freezing.

‘You are going to have regular checkups at Akso,’ Zayne tells you, pressing a kiss to your temple, ‘This child, no, both of you are coming out of this happily and healthily.’

‘Is that an order, Dr. Li?’ You giggle, leaning into his kiss.

‘No, Mrs. Li. It’s a request from your beloved.’

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ rafayel

‘Rafayel, I’m pregnant.’

Silence. As heavy as the depths of the darkest ocean trench.

Before—

‘Cutie?! WHAT—?!’

There’s a sharp crash as Rafayel falls off of his painting ladder, covering himself in a vibrant array of acrylics. But he’s up in seconds, sprinting towards you from across the studio and damn near stacking it for a second time before he reaches you. You think he’s going to tackle you, you see the glint in his eyes, but he seems to wisely reconsider at the last moment.

‘Tell me I heard that right, lil’ conch—,’ Rafayel gasps, shaking your shoulders gently.

‘God, Raffie,’ you giggle, ‘You’re more excited than me, and I’m the pregnant one.’

Rafayel gasps melodramatically, mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as his eyes widen nearly comically. And then, before you can even register it’s happening, he’s crying. Huge tears fall down his pale cheeks as he grips your hands and slides down to his knees. He grips your ankles, and weeps on the floor of the studio.

‘Raf…,’ you sigh, crouching down to tend to your hysterical husband. Though your expression was an exasperated one, you would have him no other way.

‘W-We’re gonna be parents—,’ he hiccupped.

‘Yes, that’s generally how pregnancy works, Raffie.’

‘It’s gonna be half you and half, me—.’

‘Again,’ you reply patiently, ‘How pregnancy works.’

At that, his head snaps up, magenta and cyan eyes narrowing at your response. A pout forms on his mouth as he snakes a hand around your neck and draws you closer, gently.

‘I know how it works. I’m the one that put it in you, don’t forg—,’

‘Rafayel!’ Your cheeks redden as you give him a light, bashful shove.

‘What? That’s how pregnancy goes, isn’t it?’

You’re about to deliver a retort, when he pulls you into a kiss. Right there on the floor of his studio, paint scattered around you both in a kaleidoscopic display. An apt visual metaphor for the current situation.

‘My wife,’ he murmurs against your lips, ‘Now you’ll never leave me again.’

Outside, the ocean crashes louder against the shore.

hope you all enjoyed!!! masterlist is here x

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okay, so we all know how sylus is a canonically bad singer in Melodic Weave???? and when he sings the mc happy birthday it's very low and quite slowly paced???

crows do the same to their mates during courtship.

and crows mate for life.

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WITH THIRTY MINUTES TO GO HE CAME HOME ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This is so cute omg! Tysm @thesylenttreatment01 !!! Yours was so cute.

As for me, I'm a Dark Academia girl at heart, and lowkey wish LaDs included more of that aesthetic! But here's mine:

— TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW MORE !

currently reading: 'the familiar' by leigh bardugo

last song: 'poison tree' by grouper

last film: 'the menu'

last series: 'apocathary diaries' (s2, e45)

sweet/savoury/salty: does sour count? i like everything bitter. hit me with a black coffee, sharp mojito or cosmo...

tea or coffee?: coffee, my beloved. dark coffee beans over a medium roast, with no creamer, no sugar and occasionally milk.

working on: sylus fic, relaxing after finals and my chronic stress addiction.

I tag: @xbluemoonlightx-blog , @m00nchildwrites , @dawnbreakerbrokeme , @lucien-calore , @n109dove , @ararycannot (my first follower <3), @salemrph , @logoleptic-since-06 (MY BAE) and @urmumssideslag (MI SISTER)

— TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW MORE ! thank youuu @fayerie and @lily-bisque for the tags <33

currently reading: (re)reading yellowface by r.f kuang last song: still into you by paramore (great for playing val let me tell uuuu) last film: how to train your dragon last series: true beauty (ep 11 now) sweet/savory/salty: savoury tea or coffee: tea working on: fics (oh boy) + healthy sleep schedule

no pressure tags! <3 - @oporotheca @riveredmoon @elswhore @goonforgeto @lafleurperdue and anyone else who wants to do it !!

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requests are opennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn <33

✶Masterlist - Requests are OPEN! ✶

✶ Requests are open! I take any style (one shots, headcanons etc.) as long as they adhere to the below requirements. Minors DNI.

✶ AO3: burnthestars

✶ feel free to be creative and push me a bit! i love receiving requests and they keep this blog going. anything you can think of, i will give a go :)

. ݁˖ . ݁✶⋆.˚ Masterlist of works . ݁˖ . ݁✶⋆.˚

✦ ✧ Love and Deepspace:

LaDS Guys with an M/C that's never been kissed. (sfw)

LaDS Guys at Christmas (sfw)

'Wrong number!' (nsfw)

‘I want a baby!’ (sfw)

LaDS Guys and wedding vows (sfw)

immobilized . (sfw) (fluff, mild angst) (sylus)

size up! (nsfw) (smut) (sylus)

harrier 700 (nsfw) (sylus)

failed journey into night (nsfw) (TW: mentions of suicide) (sylus)

starlight symphony (sfw) (fluff) (xavier)

sunlit seascape (sfw) (fluff) (rafayel)

snowy station (sfw) (angst) (zayne)

cabin fever ! (nsfw) (smut) (zayne)

✶ i write pretty much everything! i love writing and so will do my best with your request :)

✶ Anything else I deem inappropriate. I reserve the right to refuse any requests I am uncomfortable with. If any of this is requested, you will be blocked.

✶ I write for:

love & deepspace

hogwarts legacy

dragon age: inquisition

acotar (occasionally + rarely)

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'Pipsqueak' nickname analysis

don't know if this has been done but wanted to give my two cents x

"Pip-squeak was a radio navigation system used by the British Royal Air Force during the early part of World War II. Pip-squeak used an aircraft's voice radio set to periodically send out a 1 kHz tone which was picked up by ground-based high-frequency direction finding (HFDF, "huff-duff") receivers. Using three HFDF measurements, observers could determine the location of friendly aircraft using triangulation.

Pip-squeak was used by fighter aircraft during the Battle of Britain as part of the Dowding system, where it provided the primary means of locating friendly forces, and indirectly providing identification friend or foe (IFF). At the time, radar systems were sited on the shore and did not provide coverage over the inland areas, so IFF systems that produced unique radar images were not always useful for directing interceptions. Pip-squeak was added to provide coverage in these areas. As more radar stations were added and over-land areas became widely covered, pip-squeak was replaced by IFF systems of increasing sophistication." -> Wikipedia

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ okay. i thought this was an interesting find.

obviously, caleb is a skilled pilot and so is familiar with fighter jets and obviously navigation systems (bc duh). from the information above i think that there's deeper symbolism in his nickname for MC.

time to put my englist literature alevel to good use:

'primary means of locating friendly forces' -> i think this is supposed to allude to how mc has always provided caleb with a sense of security and familiarity. she was the 'friendly force' when he was being held captive by and experimented on by ever, and something within him knows her so instinctively that he's drawn to her.

'Pip-squeak was added to provide coverage in these areas' -> i think this is supposed to allude to how, again, even when caleb was isolated, mc was a beacon for him. the navigation worked in more distant regions alluding to how even when she's far away physically, he can still feel her.

'R.A.F slang. An automatic radio transmitter in a fighter aircraft that transmits pulses to help ground crews fix its position' (C.H. Ward-Jackson, 'It's a Piece of Cake' (2010)) -> literally, she can 'fix' him (MY FUCKING HEART). she's his tether now his brain is screwed up by ever, his navigation.

overall, in conclusion, the nickname essentially means that whilst MC is his junior, she's also his navigation, safe harbour and tether. perhaps that is why caleb searches for her with such obsession; she's the only way back to normalcy he knows, the one thing that still guides him even when far from her. it's also a historic term as it's no longer used, which may insinuate that he should let her go but can't?

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It’s all fixed now enjoy ! Thank you anon :))

just wanted to let you know the first three fics on your master list doesn’t lead to anything (never been kisssd, Christmas, wrong number)

heyyyy anon I know!! I changed my username so am working on getting those links working ! I was doing it as you asked this :D xx

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just wanted to let you know the first three fics on your master list doesn’t lead to anything (never been kisssd, Christmas, wrong number)

heyyyy anon I know!! I changed my username so am working on getting those links working ! I was doing it as you asked this :D xx

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So far for fics I have two smuts lined up, as well as a fluffy piece for all of the boys. It’s a domestic fluff piece!

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AO3 is up!!! Go check out 'burnthestars' hunters x

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Okay guys I have an idea for a love and deepspace fanfic but I can't write for shit

so basically yk that episode of my little pony (stay with me here) where princess luna creates a nightmare to punish herself for her actions as nightmare moon? what if Mc is self aware of her past life with the guys and she like creates her own kind of dream (? not sure of dream is the right world but i think it would be like a vivid vision like lunas..idk how mc would make it tho) to torture herself for the pain the guys went through- like she blames herself for their pain and heartache so she created a world where they hate her- they insult her, hell, these versions of them even have significant others that are everything mc isnt but has always wanted to be. In the episode the mane 6 goes into lunas dream, if somehow the guys could go into her twisted punishment of a dream how would they react to the version of them she made to torture herself? idk im really bad at writing so idk if that explanation even makes sense

(If you write this pls tag me I wanna read it so bad)

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GUYS I MADE IT HEAD TO 'BURNTHESTARS' EVERYTHING WILL BE CROSS-POSTED TN <333333333333

Ao3?

it would include longer fics with my MCs! longer stuff would be cross-posted here!

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HEY HUNTERS !

With the Zayne smut fic you all requested posted here , I’m starting work on the next fic. I’ve had a really interesting request for Caleb that I want to work on, which couldn’t be fun since I’ve never written for him before! But what do you guys want? Also, I will be starting and crossposting on Ao3 so keep a look out for that post x

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Hey bb! I saw that your request box was open and I decided to take a leap and ask for something that's been on my mind for a awhile. I'm a zayne main so.you can do him but I'd you want to do the others, that's up to you. My request is...that mc tells hc zayne that he's bad at sex (as a prank) and she TOTALLY regrets it 🤭 (if ykyk). You can include whatever you feel should be in it, I don't mind. If you decide to do this..tysm 😊.

here's a small gift

aha thank you for the gift !! i really enjoyed this prompt although struggled as it's my first long smut piece. since so many people requested zayne (based + true) i combined a few requests into one! this is the product of asks from yourself (@dawnbreakerbrokeme), @azure-nevermore and a reply from @lucien-calore !

i also wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who replied to my request for inspo. you guys really came through and i will absolutely be doing smut-adjacent fics for xav, sylus and caleb soon (look out for the poll for those)

that said, enjoy my lovelies <3333

｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Cabin fever ! ｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

｡ﾟ☁︎｡tags: zayne x mc, temperature play, safewords, honeymoon, your honour i am FERAL, nsfw, smut.

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｡ﾟ☁︎｡MINORS DNI - this is an nsfw work.

Eira sighed as she fell back onto the plush bed. Just outside the large window that stood just beside it, winter raged. The weather had worsened significantly since her and Zayne’s arrival to the cabin three days ago, but she wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Limited travel just meant she just got more time with her new husband.

And the time she had experienced so far had been, frankly, spectacular. The two of them had barely left the bedroom, let alone the bed. Only when Zayne snapped out of the sex-addled haze that had engulfed them both to ensure she ate and drank properly did their…exertions cease.

Now, he was in the shower. It was only about ten in the morning, but they’d already fucked three times: first in bed, then in the kitchen, then in bed again. Eira had run marathons that had been less punishing on her thighs. She stretched her legs out and basked in the warm glow of the fire that observed her from the wall opposite to the double bed. Of course Zayne couldn’t have chosen somewhere better than this place for their honeymoon; it was perfectly secluded but also luxurious. A perfect location to enjoy one another during a rare reprieve from work.

‘Eira?’

She perked up at the sound of her name. The bathroom door swung open ever so slightly, revealing her husband sauntering out with only a towel slung low on his hips. Transfixed, Eira watched as rivulets of water from the shower rolled down the chiselled contour of Zayne’s muscular torso, from his honed pectorals down to the v-line she could just bite into. His inky black hair was tousled and damp – it cut sharp lines across the acute lines of his pale face, making him look like something from a vision.

‘Eira? Did you not hear my question?’

Snapping out of her reverie, Eira’s amber eyes flicked up to meet the lush hazel ones of Zayne. It occurred to her that he had already asked her the same thing twice but she had been too brain dead (and hormone-addled) to muster a cogent response.

‘I—uh. Yes. Yes, of course, the one about…’ she cast a desperate glance towards the window, ‘The snow?’

Zayne gave a deep sigh, before pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose.

‘I will put your response down to fatigue from the last few days. I asked if you were feeling alright, as I worry this amount of sexual intercourse is too hard on your heart.’ Zayne explained.

Eira blinked owlishly, before snickering, ‘Sexual intercourse? Really, Zayne?’

‘It’s a perfectly reasonable way of referring to it,’ Zayne replied archly, folding his arms over his naked chest, ‘What do you say, then?’

‘Oh, so it’s ‘it’ now?’ Eira giggled as she sat up on the bed, ‘I don’t’ know, it just seems a bit formal.’

‘That does not answer either of my original questions, love.’

All of a sudden, an idea struck Eira. A chance to get back at Zayne after how he ate her blueberry muffin yesterday and proceeded to pretend it was the mice. It had been fucking EXPENSIVE too, and she was fairly sure he’d had about four. He was so going to end up with cavities.

Anyway. The plan that had formed in her mind was a risky one, but she knew she’d be the one winning either way. Having decided, Eira stretched her legs out on the bed and slowly twirled a lock of her long black hair around her finger. The silk of her night-slip slid up her toned thigh, and she caught his gaze flickering there.

‘My heart is just fine, thank you Dr. Li,’ she gave a faux long-suffering sigh, ‘I think it would only actually suffer if it was like, genuinely challenged.’

Zayne raised a dark brow, his lips thinning. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Nothing much,’ Eira shrugged, ‘It can’t really be helped. It’s just…I don’t think you really know what you’re doing, honestly.’

He said nothing, and despite the fire, the room’s temperature seemed to plummet. A flicker of uncertainty tickled her chest as she continued despite his silence:

‘I mean, I love you and all, but I just thought a surgeon would be a but more skilled? Like with your hands, and knowing what to do and…uh…Zayne? What’re yo—!’

He had been quick to move, and was now braced over her. Despite her prank, Eira couldn’t help but glance at his forearms, which were bracketing her prone form. Zayne was strong, she knew that, but seeing that lithe muscle in his arms flex undeniably turned her on. To make matters worse, she had spotted the reason for the loss of temperature in the room.

Ice crystals had latticed up Zayne’s pale skin. Eira knew that meant her joke had worked, perhaps a little too well.

‘Eira, my love,’ Zayne’s voice was low, dangerous as his hazel eyes burned with a fire she rarely saw, ‘I thought we had talked about manners?’

‘Manners are only for doctors that know how to properly tend to a patient,’ Eira replied, although her voice lacked its previous confidence. As she spoke, she trailed a hand down his chest; his heart was predictably slow and gave nothing away.

‘You’re so pretty, too. What a waste, Zaynie.’

Before she could even blink, the hand that had been snaking up his torso had been pinned to the headboard. A cuff of ice bit her wrist, which had been warmed by the fire earlier. The contrast made her shiver.

But she had bigger problems right now. Namely, the very pissed cardiac surgeon that was about to shred her night-slip.

‘Zayne, don’t ruin this dres—!’

‘I’ll buy you another one, if you’re good for me,’ he growled as the slip froze, and splintered into shards of ice, ‘And to start off, good girls do not insult people.’

‘I—,’

‘I don’t want to hear it.’

Eira gasped as the temperature of the room returned to normal and her naked flesh pricked with the sensation. The sharp sound of splintering frost cleaved the air, and a cold hand enveloped her breast. Zayne’s fingers, chilly enough to sting, grazed the curve of her breast. Her skin peaked instantly, every nerve shrieking like a live wire They travelled smoothly up towards her hard nipple, which ached for contact. A moan escaped her lips as her back arched.

‘For someone that was complaining a moment ago, you seem very satisfied,’ Zayne rumbled, ‘This always happens. You run your mouth with things you don’t mean, just to rile me up.’

Then, his warm mouth enveloped her nipple, and Eira cried out at the drastic temperature change. Now, his other hand was toying with her other breast whilst his mouth devoured the other one. Already she could feel that dangerous pressure curling low in her gut as another ice cuff secured her free wrist.

He had her at his mercy.

Just as her hips had begun to roll into his, desperately rutting against the fabric of the towel that separated them, Zayne rose from where he had stationed himself over her tits. She could feel that he was hard, but she also knew all too well that she would be waiting a while for him be fully inside her tonight.

With cold hands, he hoisted her thighs to bracket his hips, and clutched them with frozen hands. Eira whined at the chill against the warm flesh of her thighs, and writhed in his grip. It felt like it was too much; she had pushed him too far. Now, she was going to have to deal with the frozen fury of Zayne Li.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Zayne tutted, holding her still in her attempts to free herself, ‘You are going to let me do what I want. For as long as I want, Eira. If my skills are really as poor as you claim, then I want to improve them with someone who can endure.’

His hands soon reached her slick entrance, and he circled it with frozen fingers coated with small ice crystals. They were ice-cold, precise — and her hips jerked like he’d shocked her with lightning. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t beg. Couldn’t complain as he filled her pussy with two of them.

‘So wet,’ he murmured, plunging them deeper into her wetness and curling them towards her navel, ‘In your words, a waste. Such a shame that girls who talk shit don’t get to come.’

She gasped at his use of expletives – it was a rare occurrence that only stoked the white-hot feeling of arousal that lanced through her flushed body. Inside her now-twitching pussy, his fingers had reached a nearly sub-zero climate. The contrast was delicious, and only elicited a gush of wetness from her.

‘Z-Zayne— I want y-your mouth—,’ she begged breathlessly, hips bucking against where he held her open for him.

A smile twisted the corners of his mouth as he lifted her thighs higher to bracket his head. Pressing a kiss to her twitching clit, he began to devour her soaked pussy like it was the last dessert he would ever eat. Eira’s cries soon turned to mewls as Zayne’s tongue laved over her  entrance, prodding inwards to tease the spongy spot that always made her see fucking stars. Soon his fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out of her cunt with an intensity that notified Eira that he was absolutely holding a grudge.

‘’M gonna cum— Zayne—!’ Eira whined, thrusting her hips closer to his face.

‘No you’re not,’ he pulled away, and she gave another cry of frustration, ‘You’re going to watch as I remind this pretty pussy exactly who she belongs to. If you come or look away, I am not touching you for the rest of the honeymoon.’

‘You wouldn’t…’s unfair!’ She countered in a voice slurred with pleasure.

‘I am not known for my judicial tendencies, Eira.’

He held out one palm, and the air around them dropped again. Crystals bloomed in his hand, slow and deliberate, until they shaped into something sleek and cruel — a gleaming, blunt rod of solid ice, smooth and glistening.

Eira’s breath caught.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said softly, brushing her thigh. ‘I’ll warm you back up after.’

The blunt head of the ice prodded against her soaked pussy, and she gave a sharp shout of surprise at the stimulation. It was freezing against her warm entrance, but Zayne didn’t seem to care as he slid it further inside her whilst his other hand rubbed tight circles on her puffy clit.

The first inch made her hips arch off the bed. Her breath stuttered. He pushed slower, watching her face the whole time. The cold was unbearable. Exquisite. Her walls fluttered around it, desperate to force it out — or pull it deeper.

‘Are you sorry?’

‘Mmh— hm?’

‘Are you sorry for what you said?’

‘Y-yes—!’

‘I don’t believe you, love,’ Zayne’s voice was silk as he leaned closer towards you, and pressed a freezing kiss to the soft flesh of your neck, ‘Why don’t you prove it to me?’

‘I just want to come, please Zayne, please, please—!’

‘Very well. You’re going to fuck yourself on the ice, and beg the whole time. Can you handle that, Eira?’

‘Yes, god, yes!’

‘Good girl,’ Zayne crooned, his fingers still rubbing her swollen clit, ‘What’s your safeword?’

‘Autumn!’

Eira whimpered as Zayne pressed another kiss to the hollow of her throat. Emboldened by the  promise of an orgasm, she pressed herself forwards on the sharp cold that was nestled inside her slick cunt.  As it inched further inside of her, the freezing pressure sent jolts of cold down to her belly. Her thighs shook with the effort of the motion, or the shame of it. Heat flooded her cheeks, but her cunt was soaked, greedily clenching around the frozen shape that sent prickles down her spine.

Soon, she could feel an orgasm cresting over her, the tension coiling low in her belly. Her pussy gripped the ice harder, and Zayne could feel it for at the last moment, the ice vanished.

Eira could have cried with frustration, but instead she settled for a bratty groan.

His hand was still drawing slow circles on her clit as he mumbled, ‘What did you say earlier? You’re not coming until you tell me word for word.’

She sobbed. ‘I said— I said you were bad at sex, Zayne, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I was—,’

‘Finish the sentence.’

‘I was lying! I just— I just wanted to tease you!’

There. There it was.

She could feel her husband grin against her neck. Leaving a delicious bite there, he unhooked her thighs from his broad shoulders and lowered her gently back onto the bed. The sound of the towel coming off of him hit her before the sight did, and soon Zayne was just as naked as she had been for the last ten minutes.

Dragging her shaking thighs open, Eira suddenly felt the nudge of his heavy cock against her entrance. In one swift movement, he thrust all the way into the hilt, resting deep, deep inside of her.

She screamed.

After the shocking cold of the ice, the heat of him felt inhuman, overwhelming. He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping into hers with a precision that fractured Eira’s senses. The world shrunk to where they were joined, to the perverse delight of Zayne fucking her as deeply as she was capable of.

Her eyes stayed on his the whole time, as he had demanded earlier. Heat flickered in them as she raked her nails down his back, chasing an orgasm that she had been denied thrice now.

‘You’re so wet, and so tight for me, Eira,’ Zayne groaned into her as he moved faster, ‘Is this why? Is this why you said that? Because you knew—,’

He paused, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her.

‘That you would be punished.’

Eira was semi delirious by now. The only sensations that existed to her were his fingers circling her clit as his cock drilled into her swollen pussy. A thin white ring had formed where they were joined and it contributed to the obscene sounds that filled the air.

‘Z-Zayne, I can’t— I can’t—'

‘You can. You will.’

The ice cuffs dissolved into wisps of frost and were instead replaced by his large hand covering her wrists. Her pulse went haywire at the change, dragging her closer to the precipice she was absolutely teetering on.

‘You want to come, Eira?’

‘Yes, yes— please—'

‘Then come. And I want to hear you—’

She shattered like glass. The orgasm ripped through her harder than the first denial, soaking her body in white-hot heat that melted her muscles into soup. Her pussy fluttered uselessly against Zayne’s cock.

And still — he didn’t stop.

Zayne chased his own climax desperately, fucking despite her cries and the slick mess soaking her thighs. Until finally, with a groan torn from deep in his chest, he came hard inside her in long, hot spurts.

The air was still and silent for a moment as Zayne’s forearms finally conceded and he lowered himself to lay beside her, pulling her with him so he could remain inside of her pulsing cunt. After about two minutes of a silent comedown, he stroked back her hair and kissed her gently on her forehead.

‘Are you alright? You did so well for me, Eira. You were perfect, as usual,’ Zayne mumbled softly. His gaze was now much kinder, and the concern for his wife was heartbreakingly evident as he scanned her for any signs of injury of overexertion.

‘’M fine, thank you Zaynie. A bit sore, but fine.’

‘Come and take a warm shower with me. It will relax your muscles and your mind, as well as reducing the risk of cramps.’

Eira giggled, kissing him on the cheek, ‘Angling for a second round, Dr. Li?’

‘Never, Mrs. Li.’

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