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[zayleb]

I’VE GOT YOU, HONEY

character(s): Caleb Xia x f!reader (angst 2 comfort)

best friend caleb finds out the reader harms herself

warnings: s3lf harm aftermath, blood and visceral imagery, nudity, swearing

wc: 2.8k

important author’s note: hi loves. just a gentle heads-up - this work includes s3elf harm, which can be a really sensitive and triggering topic. if that's something that affects you, makes you uncomfortable, or brings up hindering feelings, then please, please don’t read any further, yeah? my priority is my readers' emotional safety above all else... on the other hand, if u find comfort in stories where a character is being taken care of, i hope u find the same kind of comfort and sense of safety like i did while writing it <3 i haven’t seen any fics on this topic in the tumblr lads community, and i always wondered how MC could go through so much crap without picking up any unhealthy coping habits - so this is just my take on that. again, please, be kind to urself and only continue reading if u're sure u feel okay doing so. sending kisses to all of you <3

You were getting ready to take your evening shower in your and Caleb’s shared apartment, after his comments about you being a stink for dreading it for the past few days.

You stood in front of the sink mirror, pulling your hair back. One of Caleb’s massive shirts hung lazily from your shoulders as you discarded the thick socks and sweatpants, hissing at the cold sting of the bathroom tiles against your bare feet.

You grasped the hems of the long shirt, twiddling it between your fingers until they brushed lightly against the bandage curled around your upper thigh. You didn’t have to look down on it, to know it was going to hurt like hell taking it off after days of ignoring it, to wash it, to clean it, to rewrap it, to…

You shook your head and looked down on it anyways.

You weren’t proud of it. Of course you weren’t. You hated the puckered flesh hiding under it. The weak resolve and selfishness it screamed back at you. Yelling that it got control over you once again, laughing in your crumpling face.

You held back for so many days. Piled up even more work for yourself, to create any kind of distraction, that would shift your attention from the urge to reach for the sharp edge and calm your nerves. More studying, more errands, more events, more projects... So much occupied your brain until you found yourself wiping thick, unrelenting rivulets of crimson from the outer expanse of your thigh anyways.

You hated yourself for being so weak, so ungrateful, so…. You didn’t even know. Just so tired. So, so tired… 

You dragged your palms down your face, rubbing at your eyebrows, digging them into your eyes, before dropping them to your side, flashing your reflection the most convincing brave smile you could muster.

You reached for the edge of the bandage tucked under, teeth abusing your lip as you unwrapped it. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad. It’s been a few days too. Yeah. You were alright. All you needed to do was roll it all up, scrub it clean and soon-

You tugged at the end of the bandage again. It wouldn’t budge. Fuck. You moaned out of desperation, looking up at the ceiling, blinking the oncoming tears away. You tugged again. Another stinging sensation shot through the leg. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You ran your fingers over the still-covered flesh, and just as you expected, the bandage was stiff, sticking to the cuts with dried blood. You dropped your face into your hands and the soft music and Caleb’s off-key whistling from across the laundry room wall flowed through the dreadful silence.

After a few more beats, you shook out your palms, jumped up and down a few times, and forced your attention back to the bandage. You pulled with more force this time, biting back a scream when the parched finally parted from the raw.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips; not only fresh blood, but also puss leaked from the open cuts. You pushed the collar of the shirt into your mouth to bite on it, eyes shut and damp with tears and got back to peeling the damn thing off. Just a few more seconds. You could do this. You could handle the pain. You always did. You were fine. Almost halfway there- 

“Pip-squeak?”

Your eyes jolted open, head whipping to the bathroom’s door.

Caleb stood there, frozen in place, full laundry basket in hand. Something undecipherable stormed behind the purple of his wide-open eyes, shallow breaths passing between the two of you. You weren’t sure if he was breathing at all.

Immediately, you spat out the collar, attempting to cover the angry cuts that Caleb was staring at in horror. “I-… Caleb, I-“

You’ve never felt so exposed in your life. Your hands were now sticky with the leaks of the cuts and your cheeks with salt – you felt disgusting. You couldn’t stand his silent stare. He was like a statue - not moving, not blinking, but following every shift of your leg.

You weren’t ready to drag your dearest person into this mess of yours. Into the mess you are. Your best friend who never failed to make you smile, the guy who cherished you with every fibre in his body and got angry if you only skipped a meal.

“L- Look, Caleb. It’s…, It’s not what it looks like. Alright..? Yeah? You see, there was-… there was um-... and-“ you babbled, heart pounding in your chest as you scanned the room for anything to cover the droplets travelling down your legs. “Let- Let me just put on my, my pants-“ 

Your frantic search was halted by firm, steady hands wrapping around your waist and shoulders, pulling you close into the warm softness of his hoodie. He pressed you tight to himself, so tight your excuses only became muffled sounds, and his familiar smell of seasonings and summer sweat enveloped you.

“You’re hurting yourself.”

Panic hit you. You squirmed in his hold, attempting to break free. Your dirty palms pressed right against his sternum, but he wouldn’t let go of you.

“You’ve been doing this for a long time, haven’t you? You’ve been hurting my pip-squeak.”

“Caleb let go. I-“ tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to pull away again. It hurt. Your thigh hurt. Your head hurt. Your heart felt like it was being carved open by the heaviness in his voice. He was shaking. You were the one who hurt his closest friend, you thought. How could you do this to him?

“It’s nothing!” you finally put some space between the two of you. Your voice came out more like a cry than anything convincing.

He stumbled back from the sudden force and swallowed hard. His red-rimmed eyes flicked from your face to the trails of red still seeping out from under the wrap down your leg, then back to you, and back down, where he locked them.

You reached up to cup his cheeks to make him look away and meet your eyes, tarnishing his angelic face with the filthy smudges of harm on your palms. “I’m okay, Caleb. I promise! It’s fine, don’t worry about me, please. Everything’s fine! I don’t need anyone. I just-… I…”

Caleb winced at the last part but brought your hands to his heart, pulling you back into the hug. “It’s not okay, pips,” he whispered into your hair. “You’re not okay.”

“Caleb, I-“ your voice cracked. The tears came in a wave, and you hiccupped into his shoulder. “I just- I just don’t want you to worry. I-“

You didn’t want to be seen like this. So weak. So pathetic. You wanted to hide and never crawl back out. But also… You just wanted to be held… So badly. To be held by him and only feel him around your being for all eternity. Leave your messed up body behind and mould into him. Crawl below his ribcage and hide there in safety from everything and everyone.

“Shhh…” he ran his trembling hand through the tangled strands of your hair and pressed a kiss to your crown. He lowered you both slowly. Sliding down with his back against the bathtub, settling your shivering form in his lap. He cradled you like a newborn chick. “Let me help you. Please.”

The crack in his own voice made you nod without any further protest.

“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

“Y- yeah,” you sniffled.

“Let me stay here with you.”

You nodded.

He brushed the stray hair from your sweaty forehead and left lingering of his lips there. Knuckles brushed over your thigh, until they reached the bandage. “May I? I’ll be gentle I promise.”

You cried out when the skin broke free, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

He whispered praises in your hair whenever you needed to take a break, and cut by cut, until you were a filthy, sobbing mess in his arms, he held you. He held you close to him and fought back his own tears while he revealed more and more of the wound.

He held you, cursing himself over and over again - for not noticing sooner, for not being able to handle this the way he thought he could, for falling apart when you needed him calm, for lacking something he couldn't quite place. And beneath it all, buried so far down it twisted his gut, was the unbearable fury - at you, for doing this to yourself. And he hated himself for that too, convinced that if bleeding for you could make the pain go away, he'd open his veins without a second thought.

The bandage was now crumpled by the door with you more curled into your dearest friend on his lap than ever before. 

“Caleb, I-“

“You don’t have to explain anything to me right now,” he pressed a kiss to the damp corner of your eye. “Just breathe. I’ve got you, honey.” He rested his chin atop your head, caressing your sensitive leg which had stained his own alongside the rest of his clothes. 

The music from the laundry room filled the room again and Caleb’s humming vibrated against your skin. “But let me run you a shower. Let’s get it cleaned up, so it doesn’t get any more infected.”

Before you could protest, Caleb stood up, refusing to let your feet touch the cold ground and sat you back down on the sink. He pulled the hoodie and shirt off over his head and stepped outside of his shorts, tossing them on the pile of the laundry basket, alongside your things he gathered from the floor.

He walked into the shower and set the water going, waiting for a few seconds, adjusting the temperature there and back, until he considered it perfect.

He shook out his wet hair like a dog as he walked to you. “Arms around my neck,” he smiled.

“Wait, are you- are we going to… together?”

“Yes. We’re in this together, pip-squeak,” he replied, “I’m not leaving your side again.”

His tone was playful, but your stomach flipped.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him carry you to the shower. After he set you back down in front of the running stream, he placed a kiss on your shoulder and rested his chin there, curling his huge arms around your waist.

He tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Let me?”

You nodded, lifting your arms up so he could slip the shirt off your body. As he turned around to get some shampoo on his palms, you side-stepped out of your underwear. The warm water ran down your back and eventually reached the side of your thigh. It stung, but not as bad as it usually did in your hot showers.

When you turned back to him, Caleb was already waiting for you with a gentle smile.

“Are you sure you’re alright with doing this for me?“

“There’s nothing I’d be rather doing right now. Promise.”

“It doesn't disgust you?”

Caleb stared at you like you’d just slapped him.

He sighed and began to massage your scalp with the bubbles. “One day, you’ll hopefully see that being with you is like orbiting a star I never thought I’d be worthy of - the most extraordinary and beautiful thing to pull me into its orbit. An entire universe and I’m blessed enough to hold a piece of it." His hand dropped to your waist and its grip hardened. "And I promise to be more careful with it from now on.”

You turned to look up at him with prickling in your eyes for what felt like the 100th time today. You waited… For a flash of that cheeky grin of his, for him to ruffle your hair and flick your forehead, or just blow bubbles in your face like he used to when you took baths together as kids. Anything that would link this moment to the teasing and playful side of your relationship.

But Caleb just stood there, wet hair stuck to his forehead, crimson petal-like spots of your fingertips trailing his jaw, and eyes full of affection so ardent that your knees almost buckled under you.

He immediately reacted to your teary expression by outstretching his arms wide, offering you refuge in his heart again. Of course, you took it.

With your arms locked around his waist and cheek pressed against the cold dogtag, listening to his steady heartbeat, he worked the shampoo through your hair. When he angled the stream to wash it out, he shielded your eyes from it with a hand, careful not to aim it at your leg either.

“Remember how we used to compete in making beards with the bath bubbles when you were small?” he pivoted you so he could untangle the wet strands with a conditioner.

You giggled at the memory. “Yours never lasted long. Not much of a competition.”

“Or maybe you were too much of a headache whenever you lost, so I spared us both.”

“You wouldn’t dare!“ you spun around to smack him on the chest.

Cool tickles popped against your face before you could even flinch. Your nose felt funny, and you only dared to squint at him through the soap.

Caleb’s throaty laughter joined the hum of the water.

“I still have the photos from when I covered you in those from head to toe,” he wiped your nose from the bubbles he just menacingly blew in your face. “You looked like a summer snowman. I always knew I made more impressive ones than Zaynie did,” he flashed his teeth at you and helped you wash out the remaining soap from your eyes whilst you cursed him out.

After he was done with your hair and skin, he crouched down to be on eye level with the wreckage of your thigh. He rested a wide palm on it, inspecting the heated swelling. His brows furrowed and the playful smirk was nowhere to be found.

He applied slight pressure below one of the deeper cuts, which sent a jolt of pain up your leg and a few strands of red and white to trickle out.

“Caleb, you really don’t have to-”

A ghost of a caress made goosebumps rise from your hip up your body. Your eyes shot open and snapped right down to him.

“Oh. Oh~,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, circling the spot where he kissed your hip bone with a finger. “That one shuts you up then.”

He rested his cheek on your hip like it was the most casual thing in the world. You huffed and looked away from him still kneeling there, warmth seeping into your face, neck, and probably all the way down your shoulders.

Long fingers suddenly entangled with yours, guiding them to his hair, which brought your attention back to him.

“I don’t want to say this to you ever again, pips, but this is going to hurt. So hold onto me, okay?”

You scratched his scalp in response and turned your eyes to the ceiling instead, taking a deep breath, before he got to cleaning the cuts.

“You almost made me go bald, woman,” Caleb joked as he stepped out of the shower, smoothing down the bird nest on his head.

He was right though. The whole time he soaped it up, rinsed, and repeated—careful to aim the spray just off the wound—the sting kept making you tug at his hair or press his face into your stomach for grounding. (Well, at least more times than your pride would let you admit.)

He reached for a towel and returned to wrap it tightly around you, turning you into a little cocoon that he then scooped up again and carried back to the sink counter. There, he helped you switch out the damp towel for a soft, fluffy bathrobe.

He rewrapped your leg, once he put ointments and vitamin C on it, and completed your outfit with fuzzy socks and matching panda face masks.

“What do you say we order some ramen? Would you like that?” he asked, leading the gua sha from the apple of your cheek to your temple.

“Mhm,” you hummed, not fully waking up from the relaxed state the face massage put you in.

“I was thinking…”

“Wow, you better hold my hand through this one then.”

He pinched your cheek. That earned him another giggle from you, which made the speck of annoyance vanish instantly. “I was thinking ramen, and a blanket fort in the living room. But the proper one. Mattrasses and all.” He tilted your face to the side and continued following the gua sha steps from the video tutorial he had playing on mute. “Then I’ll take out the old DVD binder we used to love looking through when you were small, and you can pick whichever movie you want.”

“Even Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus?”

“Ab-so-lutely,” he smiled down at you, resting a palm where your neck met the shoulder, swiping his thumb over the skin.

“But you don’t like the polar bear in it...”

“Despise it, actually.”

“But you’d still watch it with me?”

“And be your personal snack dispenser, head and back scratcher and ready-for-duty cuddler, yes.”

You could feel the warmth radiating from him standing there, each of your legs brushing against his sides. All it took was for you to lean forward ever so slightly, for the noses of the pandas to touch.

“You’re my girl, honey, and I want to do whatever my girl does,” he booped your nose. “Happy and safe - that’s all I’ll ever ask my pips to be for me in return.”

a.n.: this was the first post i made about "best friend flatmate caleb" and now i kind of turned it into a series that can be found under this tag #get in loser we're repressing feelings - ft. bestie caleb (some ups and downs of them as once childhood best friends and now uni flatmates) <333 so if you liked this and would to read some more (some lighter and fluffier ones) check them out~ kisses and good night<333

[zayleb]

working on a zayne hanahaki fic because i love to suffer and i want to spread that suffering.

A snippet is under the cut!

Zayne nodded at Rochelle’s goodbye and he watched as she exited his office. Before she left completely however, in typical Rochelle fashion, she poked her head back in through the door and wiggled her fingers in farewell with a final grin. When the door finally slid shut behind her, she seemed to take whatever warmth she had brought. He watched, already counting down the month in his mind, lamenting that he would have to spend a few weeks without Rochelle’s energy livening the hospital.

Suddenly, his chest tightened and he coughed again, but this was not like the other coughs he’d had throughout the day. It was more severe, more violent. There was a lot of hacking and heaving as he felt something that seemed foreign making its way out of his lungs from his lungs. It wasn’t viscous like a phlegm or mucus blockage,. It was uncomfortable and irritating and it seemed his body was doing everything it could to expel it. Zayne hunched over against his office chair for leverage, the force of the cough so strong he couldn't stand by himself until finally, finally something expelled from his throat onto the desk in front of him.

Zayne panted, taking a moment to recuperate as his body calmed down. He was shaking, hands eight from the grip of his fist. The breaths he took were shuddering like his lungs were desperately taking in the air around him. He looked over on the table, wondering what on earth could incite such a visceral reaction from his body.

And there it was, on the table on top of some files, covered in mucus. So small and dainty that if one didn’t know better they would describe it as beautiful. It was a wonder that it could cause so much harm.

A lone, white jasmine petal.

[zayleb]

"You keep spring to yourself and I'll keep you to myself."

[zayleb]

every time a zayne card drops, i change my profile theme to match the memory. this is this multi’s profile

[zayleb]

Pampered - Sylus x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 4K

Tags: Female MC, No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Sylus, Gentle Femdom MC, Oral, Chasing, Bratty! Sylus,

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview:

You and Sylus make a bet where if you are able to catch him, he will be at your mercy and he is all too eager to play along.

Just let me recharge.

The words kept echoing around in your head as you stared down at him curled against you, face buried in your neck on the couch. You gently rubbed his ears, unable to resist.

After all, it wasn't much longer until the effect wore off, right? You should make the most of it. And with how upset he seemed at you selling him off to another woman and how hard he's been working, perhaps he deserves to be spoiled a bit.

You were scrolling through your phone, beginning to doze off with Sylus' weight against you and his rumbling purr, when you got a text notification from the twins in your group chat.

[Double Trouble-1]

You and Boss look cute together like that

[Double Trouble -2]

You two have been working hard! Have fun!

[Double Trouble-1]

Try getting him some toys!

[Double Trouble -2]

From here!

You had been amused by the twin's antics, wondering how they had seen the two of you before seeing them wave through the back door, but you dropped your phone in surprise as you opened the link to the website. That was certainly not a cat toy website!

You winced as your phone hit Sylus on the head and scrambled to grab it, only for him to capture your wrist and take the phone instead, his tail giving an irritated flick as his ears pressed against his head. That is... until he peered more closely at the screen and let out a low chuckle, clicking on something before turning it around, a pink vibrating strapon filling the screen.

"This is rather cheap, but don't worry. I already have one custom fitted and ordered waiting for us in the bedroom. The rubies and gold will look stunning on you." Sylus purred with a devious smile, tail swaying from side to side as your mouth ran dry at the vision and possibility.

"You mean you've been wanting... that?" You asked in a low voice, desire pooling in your gut as Sylus' smirk widened.

"I have for some time now. It's all about trust and power... isn't it? Of course, I won't make it easy for you. I don't like bad deals, after all." Sylus said, sitting back at the end of the couch as your eyes flashed in understanding and excitement.

If he wanted to play. To let loose knowing that you would catch him and keep him. Mark him as yours. To be free to express himself without being so guarded or afraid you would leave.

You'll give and bet anything for that.

But it would have to be something to catch his interest. And something you would win.

Linkon was your city, and these were your hunting grounds.

"Well Miss Hunter? Do you want to play? You are still my caretaker, after all." Sylus asked, his eye glowing as you grinned up at him in challenge.

"Absolutely. If I catch you in the next twenty minutes, you'll be at my mercy." You said and Sylus' eyes widened imperceptibly as he gave a pleased purr.

"And... if you don't..." Sylus drawled and you held back a shiver.

"If I don't... I will owe you a favor. No questions asked. And no limits." You whispered, Sylus' pupils constricting before dilating.

"Well, well, this bet pleases me. It seems I will benefit either way but... do try and catch me quickly. Your time starts.... now." He whispered in your ear before clicking the timer on your Hunter's watch and disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist.

And the game was on.

You raced out the backdoor, startling the twins as you cast a grin over your shoulder.

“It’s a game! I would wear ear plugs tonight!” You called out as you scaled over the fence, the twins laughing and cheering before you disappeared over the other side, landing on the pavement.

You walked out of the alley carefully to not draw any attention, looking around.

Where would Sylus hide?

You looked up as you felt a tingle, sensing him nearby. Your Evol was still sensitive to his and Sylus had a presence you couldn’t shake. Your eyes narrowed onto the roof of a skyscraper you knew had a rooftop bar and you grinned.

As you walked into the lobby of the skyscraper you were halted by a security guard.

“I’m sorry but…” the security guard said until you held up your Hunter’s Badge.

“There may be some danger on the roof. Can you escort me there?” You said and the security paled before leading you to the elevator and punching in a special code.

“Should I call to evacuate the bar?” He asked and you shook your head.

“This man needs to be brought in quietly. There are no Wanderers nearby and he won’t harm the patrons.” You explained and the security guard nodded in understanding before returning to his post.

You shifted impatiently as you watched the floors rush past you, checking your watch. You still had fifteen minutes.

You just hoped your hunch was correct and he hadn’t escaped yet.

As the elevator opened, you ducked behind a large potted plant on the roof, looking for any sign of Sylus. You found him looking over the edge, strangely turned away from the sidewalk.

Was he that willing to lose a bet? That was no fun.

You quietly crept over, weaving around patrons and waiters until you could run to him. As your hand reached out to grab the back of his shirt, he turned and gave you a smirk, disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist. You swore and looked over the edge to see him on a lower roof top.

You eyed it.

You could make that jump. You’ve done crazier stunts and maneuvers as a Hunter. Your training and constant battling of Wanderers made you quite agile and flexible, making parkour a breeze for you. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching before climbing over the railing and leaping, the air rushing past you.

Before you could angle your body to stick the landing, red and black mist grabbed you, depositing you on the very edge of the roof, several feet away from him.

Sylus shot you a cocky smirk as he backed away and you charged at him, your heart pumping as you chased him around the rooftop. He ducked behind a generator, toying with you by lunging in one direction before running in the opposite and you snarled, climbing on top of a nearby turbine to leap at him and tackle him. He laughed, letting you pin him to the asphalt as his ears twitched and the timer on your watch went off.

"You caught me. Are you going to claim me?" Sylus asked with a sly smirk that disappeared when you captured his lips in a heated, rough kiss. He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, large hands running up your back until you pulled away for air, nipping his bottom lip.

"Yes." You said breathlessly. "Take us home."

The lights of the city sped past the two of you as Sylus took you deep into the N109 Zone on his bike, but it was still not fast enough. You were burning with the need to take him in so many ways that you were absolutely dripping.

When the two of you parked you were practically vibrating out of your skin with the urge to touch him all over, images of his naked, vulnerable body laid out in front of you flashing in your mind, his eyes simmering with need and want and a trust that you would take care of him and make him as yours.

Sylus unlocked his door, turning with a bow.

“Thank you for escorting me home, My Lady. Have a good night.” Sylus said, kissing your cheek as you stared at him in confusion until you noticed the devious look in his eyes and swishing of his tail.

Brat. So he wanted to push you to see how far you would go, huh?

You grabbed him by his silk tie and pulled him down for a kiss, walking him backwards into the couch.

“I won and I’m claiming my prize now. You will be completely at my mercy.” You crooned as his eyes darkened.

“Is that so?” He asked, his tail curling around your wrist.

“But we didn’t agree that it would be tonight.” He said loftily and you softened, caressing his cheek, watching as he fought not to lean into the touch.

“You’re right, we didn’t. I am having fun playing though, Brat, if you want to continue.” You said softly, Sylus’ eyes flashing with a brief hesitation as he searched yours. You felt him probe at your mind, seeking to understand your desire and you raise your chin proudly.

“What is it you desire, Sylus?” You asked and he groaned, one hand holding your back and the other gripping your thigh.

“You. Always you. I trust you. So show me what you’ve got.” Sylus said in a throaty whisper, baring his neck as he looked up at you.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss on the pulsing vein of his neck that had him shuttering before biting down on it and sucking, Sylus giving a low cry.

“You are mine. Is that what you want to hear, Darling?” You asked and he looked up at you, eyes slightly hazy with his lips parted.

“Yes.” He said breathlessly and you grinned.

“Good boy. Now be a dear and go get naked on your bed, on your stomach.” You ordered and Sylus cocked his head, ears swiveling.

“And if I refuse?” He drawled and you grabbed his chin firmly.

“Don’t. You said you would be at my mercy and I really don’t want to punish you. I want the chance to actually pamper you.” You said and Sylus gave a slow blink that you returned without realizing.

“Alright. I’m curious. Let’s see where this goes.” Sylus said, inhaling your neck briefly before setting you on the couch and standing, his tail swaying from side to side as he began to walk down the hall to his dark bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as he did so.

You shook your head, enjoying the view as you stood and gave Mephisto a scratch on the head from his perch before following Sylus, resisting the urge to smack him on the ass or grabbing his tail. As you entered the bedroom, you watched him stretch out on his dark bedsheets, arching his back before putting a pillow on his chin and looking over his shoulder at you with half lidded eyes.

“Is this to your liking, My Lady?” Sylus asked, his tail swaying in the air.

“Yes, now be good and wait patiently.” You said before slipping into the ensuite bathroom and rummaging around.

After a particularly rough mission, Sylus had given you a massage with an oil that smelled absolutely divine and you were determined to use that same oil on him. You held back a triumphant cry as you unearthed it and quickly shed your clothes, not wanting to ruin them.

You stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, massage oil in hand as your nipples began hardening and your folds became slick at the heated look Sylus gave you. You crawled on his back, kissing one of his caracal ears that fluttered against your lips as he gave a pleased sigh. You sat down on his mid back, stradling the thickness as you pumped the oil into the palm of one of your hands, rubbing them together to heat it up.

Sylus groaned, his tail brushing against your spine as you kneaded the tense muscles in his shoulders, thankful you had watched several videos after he had given you one, wanting to repay him. You focused on kneading out the tense as Sylus began to slowly relax beneath you, adding more oil as you needed and enjoying the sheen and shimmer it created on his skin in the low firelight of the crackling fireplace.

“A lady massaging her butler? How scandalous.” Sylus said with a breathy chuckle, his eyes closed.

“I am your caretaker still and you worked hard with pampering the kitties. Don’t you deserve the same?” You asked and Sylus’ ear flicked in irritation.

“Am I your pet then?” He drawled, looking back at you and you pinched him before pressing your breasts to his back as you draped yourself over him and kissed his cheek.

“No. You are my precious lover. Or are the hands that only want to make you feel good not good enough for you, Brat?” You asked and Sylus huffed a fond laugh, propping himself up slightly to better kiss you.

“They are better than I have imagined. I can not wait to see what more you have planned, Sweetie.” Sylus said and you smiled, pleased with yourself as you worked your way down his back.

When you reached his ass, he jumped slightly and looked back at you with a smile and raised eyebrow as you playfully groped and massaged the globes of his ass, his tail curling against your cheek. You kissed the tip before working the backs of his thighs and calves, tapping one of his ankles.

“Roll over.” You said and Sylus grinned.

“I’m a cat, not a dog.” He drawled and you snorted.

“I thought you were a crow, but roll over. I want to massage your front.”

“By all means.” Sylus said, finally complying and turning on his back. His cock was hard and leaking against his toned stomach and you dragged a fingertip along the thick vein on the underside.

“Seems like someone is excited for what I might do to them.” You teased and Sylus gave a noncommittal hum and smirk.

You thumbed the precum leaking at his slit before drizzling the massage oil on his plush pecs and abdomen, smoothing it down and rubbing it in as you massaged him, straddling his thighs and feeling them flex under you as he tried not to squirm. You massaged his biceps and forearms, his breath hitching as you took one of his hands in yours, massaging his large palms as best you could before repeating with his other hand.

When you were done, you pinned his wrists to the bed above his head, looming over him with a cocky smile. He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes molten rubies and you gave him a brief kiss.

“Where is the toy you ordered for us that you said would suit me?” You asked and his eyes darkened.

“The chest at the foot of the bed.” He said in a low, relaxed voice, his ears alert in excitement and anticipation.

You kissed his noise as he let out a “mrrp” and you quickly slid off the bed to hide your giggles, going around to the black and gold chest at the foot of the bed and opening to reveal the red velvet insides.

Oh. This was quite the treasure chest. Has he been hiding it this whole time? Greedy man.

Wait. Had he used them on other lovers before you?

You felt a hot surge of jealousy rush through you and you realized how he felt on the boat when you were casually offering him to go to another women’s room.

“They are for us only and relatively new, Sweetie. The cruise had quite the impact on me.” Sylus said, catching your gaze as you looked at him over the lid.

Oh. Of course. Even though you had only known each other for a short time, it still feels like you’ve known him a lifetime or in a past life.

“Your harness and the strap are in the lid. I was… curious.” Sylus said, hands still pressed to the bed where you left them as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

You felt your thighs become sticky as you remembered him on his knees before you and you bit back a whimper, choosing to focus on the strap on the was proudly displayed on the lid.

The black leather of the harness looked incredibly supple and you traced the engravings of small feathers along the thick strap of the top. In between the feathers were several small, glittering rubies, with two larger ones on the thick thigh straps and outer straps. An golden ring held the double ended dildo with an arched, feather texture to nestle against your clit. The firm silicone was a deep crimson with a swirling marbling of black and gold. At the base was a row of buttons you couldn’t wait to try.

No wonder he said the pink one on the website was cheap.

“Well, what do you think? Is it to your liking?” Sylus asked and you nodded.

“It’s gorgeous. I hope you like it as well.” You said, bringing it over to the bed and sitting on the edge next to Sylus as you decided on your next steps.

“Of course I do. I designed it. After all, it is going in me and you. It should be worthy of the two of us and the bond we share.” Sylus said in a matter of fact tone and you wiped off the excess oil on your breasts before cupping his face and kissing him.

“You have been good. How would you like me to take you?” You asked and Sylus smirked, his eyes glowing.

“Must I choose only one position? I thought you would have more stamina as a Hunter.” He drawled and you snorted, tweaking one of his nipples.

“I do, but I thought I would let you choose first.” You said and he hummed.

“Very well. I wish to see your face instead of being taken from behind like an animal.” Sylus said and you gave him a kiss as a reward.

“Good. I am going to get you ready first and then you will get me ready.” You said and Sylus spread his legs further apart.

“As you wish.” He said and you grabbed the lube from the night stand settling in between his legs.

“Throw me a pillow?” You asked and Sylus placed a pillow near your waiting hand, grunting in surprise when you shoved the pillow under his lower back to prop his ass up.

“The bed is getting slippery.” Sylus mused and you blew a breath across his balls teasingly.

“Like you don’t have a hundred more pillows or sheets.” You said, slicking up two of your fingers and tracing a long line up his cock.

Sylus hissed as you pressed your index finger to his rim, circling it and swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. You pressed your finger in when you felt him relax enough and sucked his cockhead into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked.

He gave a light cry as his tail twitched beneath you, shuddering and gripping the sheets as you went further down on his cock while pushing your finger in. You pumped the finger in and out as his cock slid across your tongue. As you pressed your nose to the soft thatch of silvery curls at the base of his cock, swallowing around it, you added a second finger and began stretching him.

Sylus gave breathy sighs and moans, thighs trembling on either side of your head as he struggled not to thrust into your mouth, instead rocking back on your fingers. When you added a third, you sucked harshly at his cock, pumping them in and out of him.

“N-no. My Lady. I wish to come only on your cock.” Sylus said in a strangled groan and you pulled off of his cock with a groan of your own as your clit throbbed at the title.

Fuck. This was amazing.

You really needed to win bets more often.

You pressed a kiss to the tip, unable to resist as you gently pulled out your fingers, sitting back on your heels and taking in his flushed and aroused state, splayed out on the bed like a lewd painting of an ancient god.

Perhaps next time the two of you will wear the laurels and feed each other grapes and dates in the water, but for now, you wanted him on his knees.

“Sy… Sylus.” You said, clearing your throat and trying to calm down as his gaze sharpened.

“Yes, Beloved?” He asked in that low, sinful voice of his that had you nearly keening as you ached with want and need.

“Will you… will you get on your knees and help me into this?” You asked, holding up the harness and he groaned with desire, crawling off the bed and onto the floor in one smooth, elegant motion. He crawled toward you, his eyes predatory as his tail lazily moved before pulling you to the edge of the bed and sitting on his knees.

You whimpered at the sight and he pulled your legs apart, tutting.

“My Lady. You’ve made quite a mess here. Allow me to clean it up.” Sylus purred and you moaned as he licked a long strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue against your engorged, throbbing flesh. He parts your folds after putting your legs on his shoulders and buries his face in your wet mound. You mewled, riding his tongue as he made hungry noises and little sighs.

Sylus gathered slickness from your dripping folds on two fingers, sliding them easily into your pussy. You cried out and rode his two fingers as they crooked and pressed deep within, Sylus sucking at your clit until you were cumming with a loud, drawn out moan.

Sylus pulled back, sitting on his heels and licking his slick fingers, taking the remaining slickness of his lips with his thumb and licking that as well as he purred and his ears swiveled.

“Fuck. Good boy. You’re so good. But it’s my turn now.” You said in between ragged breaths as you kissed him and he groaned, sliding the harness up your legs and tightening the straps around your hips and thighs.

“On the bed.” You demanded and he complied, no longer able to wait either with how dark his cockhead was.

You rubbed lube down the silicone, slotting your end into your pussy and moaning as the textured feather brushed your clit.

“Ready? Should we have a safe word? How about Owl?” You asked in excitement as you pressed the tip to his entrance, pulling him half on your knees as he gave a startled laugh.

“Sure, Beloved. But I trust you and oh, how I want this.” Sylus said and you began pushing the silicone strap into him at his admission, watching as he stretched around it. He met your eyes unwaveringly, panting and groaning.

“More.” He asked and you thrust in, hilting yourself as you gave him time to adjust. You moaned as you felt the pressure against your clit and he squirmed, gripping your thighs. You gave a few shallow thrusts and he moaned.

“That’s good, but you can do better.” Sylus said and you huffed, gripping his thighs to get better leverage before you angled your hips and began jackrabbiting into him, causing him to cry out.

“Fuck!” He swore, black and red mist escaping from him as his Evol flickered and his cock bounced on his stomach from your thrusts. You grinned, reaching down to the base of the strapon to turn on all the buttons to their highest setting.

The two of you gave loud groans as the strapon began vibrating and rotating into Sylus with each thrust, the end in your pussy doing the same and the textured silicone feather vibrating against your clit. You weren’t going to last long, but you were determined to make this brat come first.

You reached a hand down to stroke Sylus’ cock in time with your thrusts and he grabbed your wrist, feeling your pulse as he looked up at you with hazy eyes, his mouth tilted back and opening in a cry. Not knowing what possessed you, you leaned down and over him, deepening the angle and biting his neck harshly with your teeth before laving your tongue over the indent and he wailed, cumming between you and shuddering as his Evol tore apart the canopy. You tensed and keened, caught in the vibrations and shuddered as wave after wave of orgasms pulsed through you.

Sylus pressed a shaky hand to the underside of the strapon and turned it off as you withdrew, panting. You didn’t want to show him how winded you were but he gave you a knowing smile, unbuckling the harness and letting it fall before pulling you against his chest.

“Thank you Miss Caretaker. I feel sufficiently pampered now. I should lose bets more often.”

A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!

[zayleb]

I need more Caleb x Xavier content !!

[zayleb]

fine i’ll do it myself

[zayleb]

apple star would be sooooo chaotic because if mc is in the middle of xav and caleb the two boys would be SO petty and jealous of each other.

And caleb is the puppy good boy type who does whatever mc says but he’s such a little brat when it comes to xav. and xav being annoyed as fuck because domming caleb is hard but goddammit he has to because mc insists to include him in their dynamic.

it’s a lot of biting and scratching an bruises but honestly he would never admit it but he enjoys the challenge and finally getting caleb to heel and caleb would take this to the grave but he enjoys xav being rough with him if mc is involved.

anyway, apple star is on my mind and i don’t think it’s going anywhere any time soon

[zayleb]

you can pry the apple star rarepair from my cold, dead hands.

[zayleb]

misunderstanding

characters: sub! Caleb x domme! Reader

cw / tw: insane reader, jealousy, dubious consent (aka seems like non-con but trust me it’s not I PROMISE), service sub caleb being sexually tortured basically, choking, rough sex, nipple play, restraints, femdom as always, riding, short aftercare,

a/n: can you tell I’m so normal about him? …Yeah <3 don’t come for me it’s just a story its not real, don’t ever fuck someone who acts like these two TRUSTTTT, also just slut caleb out it’s what he wants trust me I’ve literally done his prostate exam, 6k words

reblogs are appreciated as always MWAH

You give a big exasperated sigh, shoving your face into your pillow, and it's met only with an endeared chuckle from the other side of the phone. 

Practically hearing Caleb’s smile you give another dramatic sigh. “Don’t fucking laugh at me.” You switch the phone to your other ear and roll onto your back, frowning up at your ceiling, followed by a muttered, “...Jerk.” 

He chuckles again, and tries to comfort you, putting on a gentle tone, “I know, I know… It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” But you know him too well, you can tell he feels the same way you do. It’s practically seeping out of his voice.

“Oh, really? I can’t tell.” You reply sarcastically, tilting your head at nobody in your room, imagining the look you’d give him right now. Followed by a defeated sigh. It’s not productive or fair to direct this at him, it’s not his fault exactly. “...Are you still busy with work?” 

You hear soft rustling through the phone while he’s talking. 

“Mm… yeah, I have to fill in, since another Lieutenant quit.” He seemingly pops something into his mouth and chews as he hums and keeps going, “Everyone’s working more, not just me. Don’t worry…”

“...I’m not wo-”

“General Pipsqueak.”

“...”

“...”

“... I’m hanging up.”

Caleb barks with laughter, you can practically see him shake his head in amusement. He can’t even see you, but you still try to suppress your smile. You can’t help the way the corners of your lips twitch in response to the sound of his laughter.

Neither of you hangs up. 

Obviously. 

A faint sizzle reaches your ears. He’s probably cooking. Cutlery clinks together faintly in the background of the call. “Are you also coming to the reunion?” He asks, his mouth half full, probably sneaking ingredients as he’s cooking. A habit he never outgrew. 

You hum softly in response. Did you really want to see all these people from high school? Sure there are people you missed, friends you haven’t spoken to in a while. But also… others. “...I don’t know… Are you going?” You roll onto your side, letting your gaze run over your own room, pausing at a framed picture of you and Caleb together. Pursed lips slowly curling into a small smile as your gaze softens. You did miss your boyfriend. A little. 

“Well… I’d go if you’re going, it seems like it would be fun. But you don’t seem so sure… what’s wrong? Someone my lovely general doesn’t want to see?” 

You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile, bringing the phone closer to your mouth, “I hope you accidentally get cilantro in your dish.” 

A dramatic gasp cracks through the phone. “...why… would you even say that to me…?” You can’t help but laugh softly. The sound of his laughter makes you miss him even more now.

“But yeah, I don’t know. I think I’ll go… if you’re coming with me. I don’t want to go alone.” You murmur your reply, a bit absentminded as you think of all the people you’d see and interact with. It’s quiet on the other line for a little while. 

“...Of course, let’s go together. You and me.” 

“Okay.” You reply in a rare soft tone. Then you perk up as an idea pops into your head, “And we’ll wear like… lowkey matching outfits.” You stand up and shuffle over to your closet, thinking of your own potential outfits and what sort of clothes Caleb owns that would match yours.

“Mhm. Of course.” 

You smile in response to his obedience. He really is the sweetest… always going along with your ideas and wishes. “Heehee… I like you like this the most.” 

“Oh, You like me?” Caleb teases softly through the phone, probably with a big dumb grin on his face.

You narrow your eyes at the picture in your room. “...I’m hanging up.”

“No wait-”

When you arrive at the location, a lot of people are already there. You greet a few as you pass them by, looking around a bit, trying to spot that familiar tuft of brown hair you know so well… and haven’t seen in a while. You had declined his offer to bring you to the event, you wanted to surprise him with your outfit. But hearing that familiar laughter nearby makes your heart pound a bit faster. Following the sound, some old classmates part slightly to let you squeeze through and you come to see the back of his head. 

Next to someone else. 

You’re about to call out to him happily when that ‘someone else’ puts her hand on his arm, giggling. 

You freeze. 

Your heart sinks. 

What the… Your eyebrows furrow slightly, even while you’re trying to school your face into a neutral expression. As Caleb laughs he shifts his stance, subtly letting her hand fall from his arm. While he looks around with a tight smile he finally spots you, and gives a big and genuinely excited smile. He walks towards you immediately. You force a smile, still wrestling with your own emotions inside, and also start walking towards him. But when he opens his arms wide and squeezes you into a bear hug, your worries slowly get pushed back into your subconscious. Melting against him slightly, you wrap your own arms around his waist and squeeze strongly, making him give a small strained groan. 

During the hug, this mystery woman slowly stalks away. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. You feel your eye twitch slightly so you blink and quickly look away, opting to just ignore it and instead start snuggling into Caleb’s warm broad chest.

You pull back after a few moments and he gently reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his gaze roam your face. He puts on a sad, nostalgic look, “Wow… you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He suddenly says, with a sad melancholy tone. Rolling your eyes with an amused huff you push him gently. He stumbles back a little and lets his gaze roam over your outfit appreciatively “Hey! Oh wow… look at you… all dolled up. You look amazing!” 

Turning up your nose slightly, you declare proudly, “yeah… a doll you can’t afford”, not resisting the smile forming on your lips when his soft chuckle reaches your ears. You grab his hand and squeeze it gently, “We’re matching~” you point to the coordinated colors of your clothes and Caleb follows your finger, nodding when he sees it. “Oh yeah, you said we would lowkey match.” 

While you two catch up with your high school buddies, he wraps his arm around your shoulders casually . It’s pretty stuffy in this restaurant they chose, especially since a lot of people accepted the invitation. The staff pushed several tables together for everyone. You lean in further against Caleb, happily chatting with your old friends. You’re glad you came, it’s good to see them all again. And so far the night has been pretty good. You continually push that short gut-wrenching moment down by force. 

“Wait, what do you mean?” You sit up, staring at your friend. She nods excitedly. 

“Whoa. What! Wait… No way.” You reply, looking between her and her outstretched hand, a big shiny gem shining on her ring finger. As the two of you lean closer to inspect it shortly, you nearly bump heads with Caleb. “Wow…” you absentmindedly knock on the wooden table. Caleb follows. “It’s so pretty! I’m so happy for you!” You squeeze her hand affectionately. 

When you let her hand go and she keeps telling you about the proposal and how it happened, a large hand seeks yours out. You cast a short glance at Caleb. Just to make sure he’s alright. He absentmindedly plays with your fingers as you continue to listen and gush with your old friends. You don’t miss the endeared look he shoots your way. He’s so obvious. 

The night is a bit colder than expected. Your own thin jacket doesn’t help a lot, so you pull his jacket closer over your body as you stand outside of the restaurant. 

You had to get some fresh air, calming your senses as there is too much going on inside. Caleb wanted to come along, but you insisted on going alone. Of course he didn’t let you go without his jacket, shrugging it off immediately. Insisting on it. 

“...such a dummy…” you mutter to yourself, pulling the jacket closer with a small tender smile. You sink into a small crouch, right behind the stairs leading out of the restaurant. Maybe this will hide you a bit from the cold winds. You snuggle deeper into his warm jacket with a secret happy grin hidden in your freezing hands.

The door to the restaurant opens. Now instead of a short respite, you get to hear an interesting conversation take place nearby. Faint clicks of a lighter and a big exhale. When you look up from your little hiding spot, you see the faint smoke dissipate into the cold night air. Two people lean against the railing, their backs turned to you. You retract a bit further into yourself, your senses zoning in on the two voices above. 

“Isn’t he… like… taken?” 

“I have eyes. I can see that.” 

“So…” 

“I don’t care.”

“Huh?”

“I said I don’t care… How long have they even been together? A few weeks?”

“I don’t know… maybe a month? I mean they always seemed close, though.”

“Exactly. What even is a month.. Like…” 

You feel your eye twitch in response. And your hands slowly rise to press over your mouth, subconsciously hiding your breathing. There is no fucking way. 

“I mean… you could try, I guess?” 

“Yeah, what’s the harm? It’s not like it's illegal to talk to him.” 

“True.. Also he was hitting on you! Like why did he try to make you laugh like that?”

“Right?!” 

You’ve heard enough. 

You stand from your hiding spot slowly, and walk around the staircase. As you start slowly ascending the stairs, not a single word is uttered, not a single glance shot her way. The two women fall silent awkwardly, probably stunned by your sudden appearance. Caught red handed. With a shaky hand and clenched jaw, you open the door into the restaurant, all the chattering spilling out onto the deadly quiet porch. You close it, as softly as you can. As softly as your anger ebbing below the surface allows you to. 

Slowly walking back to your seat at the table, Caleb spots you and gives a big smile. “Heyy, pipsqueak.” He, of course, notices the slight change in your demeanor and adjusts his tone accordingly. “What’s wrong?” He starts to stand up but you push him back into his seat. You snake into yours right next to him and sniffle slightly, rubbing your cold hands together. “It’s so cold outside~” And to tease him and to turn the attention away from you, you bring your cold hands dangerously close to his jawline and he squirms away with a surprised laugh and a lighthearted “Hey!”

You narrow your eyes affectionately when he takes your hands in his, subtly saving himself, and trying to warm you up. His larger hands envelop yours with tender love and care.

The jealousy gnaws on your stomach all night, even when you get to his place in Skyhaven. It eats you up from the inside. But you try to push the feeling down. It’s not healthy, you tell yourself. 

Even as Caleb sweetly tucks you in with a soft kiss to your temple… the feeling won’t go away. You stay up and toss and turn in your sleep. Huffing slightly in anger you kick the sheets off. 

You want to see Caleb. 

Caleb awakes from his slumber, but it’s still dark outside. He blinks awake slowly, feeling multiple strange sensations at once. Instinctively he tries to move his hands, but the loud metal clinks on his headboard like a gunshot in the quiet room and pulls his wrists back harshly. He blinks and tries again in his drowsy half-awake state. The metal is unyielding. Furrowing his eyebrows he lets his gaze wander around the room, only softly illuminated by the moonlight above, casting a gentle shine on his room. And you. 

…You?

Your weight presses his hips down into his own mattress. Shaking his head gently to wake himself up, he blinks down at you, confused. While he’s blinking at you a few times, you hold his gaze with a quirk of your eyebrow. Then he lets his head fall back into the pillow, muttering sleepily. 

“Hey.” You gently slap his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze finds yours once more as the sleep lingering on his brain like a weighted blanket slowly lifts, then realization shines in his deep violet eyes. He jolts and squirms, trying once again to get up. The handcuffs don’t let him get too far. His legs shift and he feels a velvety material wrapped around his ankles, keeping his legs spread embarrassingly wide. 

You tilt your head at him, observing the way he’s slowly and finally waking up. “Hi~” you greet him sweetly. Your tone is sickly sweet in fact, never a good sign. 

He shakes his head again and lifts it, his sleepy gaze finding yours. “Y/n?” He asks hoarsely, his voice raspy and deep from his sleep. He can tell something is wrong. Of course.

Leaning this way and that way, you start to tug off your pyjama shorts, throwing them in his face carelessly. Perhaps a bit harder than necessary. You situate yourself on his hips again, shifting to really feel his still soft dick press right between your folds, against the flimsy fabric covering you. Sighing softly, you experimentally roll your hips, trying to grind against him slowly. His breath hitches in response, surprised. The metal clinks against the headboard again. He shakes his head gently to try and get your pyjama shorts off. He manages to free one eye only. His chest moves noticeably as his breathing starts to deepen. His eye locked on your body on top of his. 

“Y/n… what are you-? …Untie me.”

You chuckle breathlessly at his shaky voice, hips stilling for a short moment “...No.” 

After giving your curt answer, you go back to grinding on his obviously growing bulge. The soft cotton of his sweatpants feels so good against your skin, you want to feel it more. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you press yourself down a little harder, making his breath stutter in response. He shakes his head a little more, getting your discarded shorts off him finally. The tantalizing view of you on top comes back into view. He feels himself relax slightly at the sight of you.

He helplessly watches your clothed mound rub against him, an annoying amount of layers between you. Barring you from him. The panties you’re wearing were one of his favorites. He’d spotted them a few times when he volunteered to do your laundry. His eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your core slowly start to soak the fabric covering it. He swallows deeply, his eyes never leaving the growing damp spot. “...Please.” 

You pause your sensual ministrations and start to lean forward. And Caleb actually smiles in relief. Only for you to cover his eyes with two hands, leaning your head on top of them. He whines in protest right against your jawline. Your scent envelops his senses, invading his nostrils as he inhales deeply. Fuck. He loves this perfume on you. 

The new position doesn’t make it easy to grind on him, but you keep going, breathing softly. “Hah… did you not hear me? I said no.”

Feeling your soft chest pillow against his, feeling your weight pressing him down into the mattress? It’s almost too much. Especially when he feels the heat of your core so close to his throbbing length. Dying to bury itself inside of the invitingly warm sheath. He can’t even touch you, squeeze your lush body above his, caress your sweet spots. To help you get more pleasure. It’s not right. 

He should be of use to you.

His hands twitch and tighten into fists. “...Untie me.” He tries again, swallowing deeply, shrouded in darkness from your hands covering his eyes. He feels your hair tickle his skin here and there, making him shiver slightly. 

“If you ask again, I’ll leave you here, leaking and tied up.” Your unamused voice reaches his ears, making him swallow nervously. He is treading a fine line between wanting to obey to make you happy and to fulfill his own deep desire to be of service.

“No… please, no. I’m sorry.” He quickly tries to get your forgiveness. He can’t stand you being mad at him, his heart can’t bear it. He presses a few desperate kisses to your jawline blindly. Sighing against your skin when you start moving again. This is bad. It’s really bad for him. Dangerous, even. 

Your softened voice now skims right against his ear, “You… You didn't miss me the way I missed you.” 

“...Huh?” He breathes out in confusion, the sensation of you practically humping his fully grown erection making his head spin, unable to concentrate. 

“You heard me.”

Lifting your hands from his eyes, he blinks at the loss of contact. Now, instead your hands are tugging on his pants, pulling them down shamelessly. The soft cotton slides down his body and reveals his black briefs, his dick noticeably straining against the last layer of fabric. So desperate to be freed. When you run your finger along the length, it twitches against your fingertip in response. 

“I… I did! I did miss you. A lot. …What do you mean?” He asks softly, his chest heaving. So desperately trying to concentrate on what’s got you so upset, but your clever fingers playing with his sensitive body don’t help his helpless case at all. 

“Not in the way that I missed you, it seems.” You respond coldly, a twinge of sadness peeking through. “So, this is your punishment.” You reach up past his head to tap the handcuffs keeping his wrist adamantly tied to the headboard. “Only good boys get to touch.”

“I’m good!” He protests weakly. “I’m… I’ve been good.” following shortly after, now seemingly unsure. He takes a deep shaky breath. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You tell me.”

“Y/n, please.” He seeks out your gaze, desperate. 

“...”

You lift his shirt while sneaking your hand up to his broad chest, circling the areolas of his pecs softly, nails poking into the soft flesh gently here and there. He squirms slightly in response, his breath hitching again. You tug on his right nipple slowly, as it's poking up so invitingly. He arches his back slightly, pushing his chest further into your hands. The way you’re mercilessly playing with his sensitive spots - you’re really upset. 

“You didn’t miss me.”

“No! I missed you so much… I wanted to see you so bad.”He starts with a soft and tender tone, trying to sound as genuine as possible. “I was so happy when I saw you.” He is being sincere after all. 

You bite your lower lip slightly. The reassurance feels good, soothing the jealous rage storming inside of you. But it’s not enough. 

Scooting back, you reach into his briefs and fish out his throbbing length quickly, making his thighs tense in surprise. A surprised noise leaves his lips. He lifts his head and watches, his eyes fixed on your hands. They widen when he sees the same hands pull aside your soaked panties, aligning his member with your entrance. “A-Ah- Y/n?” He stutters out, so excited at the idea of making love, but still confused as to why you’re upset with him. 

You observe his face smugly, letting his already leaking head part your folds and run through them, soaking it further with your own essence. His breath hitches again, his chest heaves. Fuck, it’s so hot, so good. He really wants to be inside of you. His eyes remain fixed on his own dick, his heart pounding in his chest. You’re wet already. So wet. Heat pools in his stomach at the feeling, at the erotic sight. At the subtle pride swelling in his chest.

“Hm? You wanna stick it in?” You ask in amusement, lips curling into a teasing smile. 

He dares to glance up at your expression, “...Please.” 

You don’t move, keeping your gaze on him challengingly. 

He racks his worked up brain for a way to appease you. “I… I really did miss you. Please, believe me.” His hands find each other, intertwining as they squeeze slightly.

You waste no time, starting to inch down on his length, hissing in pleasure at the generous girth, stretching your pussy open. Since you’re already soaked, it makes him slide in with surprising ease too. Especially after not doing any foreplay.- Caleb’s favorite way to pass the time. 

Caleb’s stuttery breath reaches your ears, his eyes never leaving the place where you intertwine. His eyebrows furrow further, his chest heaving. It really feels incredible. Soft velvety walls wrapped snug around his throbbing length. So warm. So wet. So good. He can’t look away, he doesn’t want to. Even knowing that this erotic sight will be his demise.

You experimentally grind your hips on his, feeling the way his thick member reaches all the places that need to be reached with ease. You grin and throw your head back a little, brushing back your hair. “Haah… I’ve waited so long for this.” Caleb whines helplessly in response to your words. “Feel good?” You ask in amusement, tilting your head curiously at him. Your fingers start dancing up his clenching stomach and up to his chest, tugging at his hardened nipples. 

He lets out a high pitched whine, his back arching. Nodding quickly, closing his eyes when he lets his head fall back onto his pillow. Why did you have to look so cute and sexy at the same time, it’s not fair at all. His breathy voice is like music to your ears. “So good. Yes, so good. Fuck, thank you.” 

You quirk an eyebrow again. Now he’s even thanking you? How cute. 

A loud clank takes your attention away from him and to his wrists, desperately trying to free themselves again. You brace your hands on his chest and hook your feet onto his muscular thighs. The new angle makes you hit your own gspot with ease. Your breath hitches as you start riding him, using him for your own pleasure. Instead of bouncing, you grind. What do you care if he feels good? He’s the one flirting with other women. 

Lewd squelching and passionate moans fill his otherwise quiet bedroom in the middle of the night. He just takes it, even if he wishes he could touch you. The desire to hold you, to pleasure you, to help or assist you is too strong. He feels a little useless like this. But… he’s happy to be of use, even like this. Seeing the way you’re using his dick like a real life dildo… he nearly becomes jealous over his own body. 

Nothing beats the sight of this. He loves seeing you enjoy yourself. Unashamed in taking what you want from him, whatever you need. He’s happy to provide it, for as long as you’d decide to. Especially if he can remain in this comforting snug hug forever.

The closer you get, the further your pussy constricts around his girth, squeezing him tightly, making his breath stutter desperately. He can’t even reach out to squeeze his own base, to desperately stave off his impending orgasm. All he can do is just take it. Your moans grow a little higher in pitch, become breathier, more arousing. His own testicles tighten up in response to your erotic moans. He has to close his eyes and turn away, the sight of your body undulating on top of him will make him finish too soon. He wants you to feel good for as long as possible. 

A hand quickly shoots to his throat, squeezing it slightly, warningly. His eyes shoot open, wide and surprised. His gaze finds yours. 

“Don’t fucking look away from me. Am I that-” You bite your own lip. You click your tongue in disappointment and look away, eyebrows furrowed. Droplets of sweat glistening on your temple. A sense of desperation and dread chills him to the bone. Before he can explain, you speak up again. 

“...Why did you flirt with her?”

Caleb blinks in confusion. His disadvantaged state becomes even worse when you start bouncing your hips on top of his, taking in his length over and over again. Your gummy walls sucking him in deeper with each thrust, fluttering around him. Fuck. He’s so done for. It feels too good. Lewd slapping of skin fills his ears, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing with each moment he tries to wrench his body under control. 

“W-what?” He tries, stuttering out between obscene slapping of skin against skin.

“Huh?” You reply, mockingly. Your hand tightens around his throat. 

He gasps. “Ah! Haah… W-who?”

“That woman.” You reply, panting. “At the restaurant.” Teetering on the edge, you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes tightly. Your hand subconsciously squeezes tighter around his throat, the other coming up to squeeze his pec into your palm. An erotic breathy sigh leaves your plush lips amidst the impromptu interrogation. 

His breath hitches as the blood flowing to his brain slowly gets cut off, making him sway. The feeling of your pussy getting even wetter around his length, soaking him in your slick essence doesn’t help at all. You’re dripping so profusely. His vision blurs. Barely being able to spot the white ring forming around the base of his cock, he squeezes his eyes tightly. Blabbering helplessly he goes, “W-wait. Fuck, fuck, wait. Wait! Fuck- I’m… I’m so close, fuck!” 

You breathe deeply, trying to remain focused. The pleasure seeps into each limb, making your body tense up slowly, getting ready for the sweet impending release. It feels so good. 

But…

Your anger and jealousy don’t let you relax enough. 

You groan in frustration as your orgasm slowly moves out of reach. Even if you force your hips to move faster, even if his choked up cries of pleasure reach your ears and make your clit throb. Clenching your jaw you soon start moving slower, pausing as you take a deep shuddery breath.

“Fuck. …Damn it.” You pant, frustrated. 

You let go of his throat and dig your nails into his other pec. “Explain… hah… Now.”

He sputters and pants deeply, his entire body shaking as he tries to stop himself from cumming inside of your velvety walls. It’s all he can think about. His mind zeroing in on you and you alone. “W-what… what woman?” He rasps, still confused. 

Two fists slam against his chest. Not actually hurting him. But he can tell that you’re very very frustrated and upset, your arms shaking. 

“You’re about to piss me the fuck off, Caleb.” 

Uh oh. He racks his brain. What woman were you talking about? Who was at the restaurant? He didn’t flirt with anyone- 

Oh.

Oh.

“Y/n. Listen to me, please.” 

You hold his gaze, clearly hurt. 

“I did not flirt with her. I’m not interested in anyone but you. You know that.” 

You hold his gaze still, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

“You know that.” He repeats, reassuringly. 

“Then why… was she all over you before I arrived. What happened?” You sit up and cross your arms defensively.

What a strange situation to be in. His dick deep inside of you, his arms and legs tied and you were riding him stupid mere moments ago. But you can’t relax until you’ve resolved this issue or misunderstanding. 

Deep down, you just want to be reassured. 

“I did not flirt with her.” He repeats, trying to seek out your gaze again. “I don’t even remember her name. Trust me. She appeared in that little circle we were in and just tried to talk to me. But I didn’t even- I wasn’t-” He stammers, tumbling over his words as he’s so passionate about trying to make you understand. 

“Please untie me. …I want to hold you.” 

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Jerk.” 

“Y/n.” He puts on his gentle tone, reassuring and warm. “No one… could ever take me away from you.” He, once again, tries to reach out but his hands are still tied. “...No one.” He repeats sincerely. 

Another exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Perhaps you’re being too harsh on him. Maybe… The signs seemed to be there. Him shifting so her arm falls, him immediately coming to you, the way he never even casted another glance her way. Maybe her friend and her were misinterpreting his natural charm and friendly nature. You lie down on top of him, your head on his heaving chest. Listening to the racing heartbeat under your ear makes you feel a little bad for him. He’s so cute. 

“Your heart is racing.” You state softly. 

“Of course it is. I’m with the person I adore.” He replies with a tender chuckle. He just sees the top of your head now on his chest. A cute sight. But he really wants to hold you. He suppresses a whine. 

You give a soft sigh. He’s so silly. So cute. You like him so much. 

“I’ll kill you if you flirt with other people.” 

“I know.” 

“Good.” You take a deep breath and sit up. “Now… where were we?” His relieved expression comes into view and you find yourself smiling in response. Reaching down towards his face, you grab his chin and pull it a little closer, your own lips dangerously close to his. His eyes immediately drop to your lips, fixated. You bring up your other hand to cover his eyes and finally press your lips to his, slowly and sensually. Taking the time to feel the connection between the two of you. 

He tries to pour all of his love, devotion and care into the slow move of his lips against yours. He sighs in relief into the kiss. He’s just glad he could mend this misunderstanding. He never wants to be a source of hurt for you.

Inevitably the kiss turns more heated. Tensions rise. You stop covering his eyes and grab his face with two hands, keeping him closer. He obliges, of course. The handcuffs clank against the headboard still. You giggle into the kiss and lean down to put your forehead on his jawline. “Stop trying to get out of your restraints.” 

He chuckles with you, leaning his head against yours, his eyes sparkling with love as he presses a soft tender kiss to your bare shoulder. “Why? I’m being wrongfully detained.” 

You chuckle again. “I’ll detain you for whatever reason I want.” Smiling, you brush your lips along his jawline, feeling his breath hitch again. You don’t resist the urge to nibble there in the slightest. Putting one hand on his chest, you feel his heart start to pick up the pace further. Pounding against your palm. 

“I-is that so?” He stammers, his resolve weakening with every second he feels your mouth on his body, your hand on his chest, and still sheathed inside of the warm snug walls of your entrance. 

“Mhm.” Is all you say, slowly moving your open mouthed kisses from his jawline down his neck. His dick twitches inside of you, feeling slightly neglected. 

“...Want me to keep going?”

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

So you do. His overly enthusiastic consent spurs you on even more. You sit up, pushing his shirt further up to pool at his collarbone. Resting your hands on his chest. Squeezing his pecs. You hook your feet into his muscular thighs once more and begin to move. Alternating between grinding and bouncing, you find a good steady rhythm. The erotic squelching fills the room again, followed by harmonizing moans of pleasure and deep connection. Your breathing deepens as does his. 

He feels his own toes curl, desperately trying not to finish right away. He wants to drag this out as long as possible. So he rasps out a “You can grind, it’s okay. I like it.” Making you tilt your head at him with a smile. “Ha… whatever you say, baby.”

He whines helplessly in response. Calling him pet names? While he’s deep inside of you, being used for your pleasure? “Fuck… you’re so mean.” 

You laugh breathlessly in response, and decide to be merciful, grinding in a way that feels best to you. Your chest bounces slightly with each shift of your hips, cheeks flushing from the exertion, your breath deepening. Your hands squeeze his pecs harder as you let your head fall, hips grinding faster and faster. Your clit pressing right into the happy trail. Over and over again. Making your pussy start to constrict harder and harder around his girth. His hand squeeze tightly in the handcuffs, fingers digging into his palms. 

His hips start to move too, trying to shift up into you. Even if all of his limbs are tied, he wants to make you feel good. And it rewards him with shuddery sighs and moans that slowly become higher in pitch. Heat pools in his stomach, the sight of you, happy and in pleasure fills him with a deeply seated love and adoration. It’s a heady feeling. Fuck. He adores you.

You chuckle breathlessly, starting to feel your mind zeroing in on your own pleasure. The room around you starts to fade in and out of your awareness. “Hah… trying to help?” Caleb nods desperately. “Too bad.” 

You reach down and start to circle your own clit, making his heart throb desperately. His hands twitch. But he’s defenseless against the way your pussy starts to flutter around his length immediately. His feet shift in the sheets, as much as they can, and his body starts to squirm. The familiar tingle on his spine makes him freeze up, gasping softly. “Fuck! I’m- I’m close. It’s… fuck, it’s coming!” Followed by a helpless whimper. 

You feel his dick twitch helplessly in your walls and you circle your clit at a steady pace, your hips undulating on top of his faster. You squeeze his pec with your other hand tightly, teetering on the edge now. 

Then you feel him let out a long helpless groan while he cums. The feeling of the hot spurts of his come within you, the circling of your own clit, and the feeling of his length bumping against your gspot all make you tense up. Creaming around his length as your pussy flutters rhythmically. Loud shuddery sighs and moans leave your trembling lips. Caleb whimpers helplessly in response, his sensitive dick getting cornered in your walls, spurting weakly the last of his release. 

You shudder after the waves of pleasure come and go. Afterwards you flop down unceremoniously onto his chest, making him groan in surprise. Only exhausted but happy panting fills the room now. Caleb speaks up first. “I love you.” 

You answer with a happy hum, still catching your breath. “Hm… I love you too.” You lift your head and gently wipe at his sweaty face with an affectionate smile, your fingertips softly swiping along his face. His eyes don’t leave yours, deep abiding devotion shining in them. “Are we okay?” He asks carefully, hopefully.

You hum affirmatively and lean in to press a short peck to his plush lips. “Seems like it was just a little misunderstanding.” He sighs in relief. 

Then his smile transforms into a mischievous smirk, “Well… maybe I need to create more misunderstandings in the future, if I get to experience this again.”

You pinch his nose and laugh breathlessly. “I’ll kill you dead where you stand.” 

[zayleb]

A Tight Spot

Warnings: MDNI, pegging, piv sex, voyeurism, slightly subby Sylus A/n: I know in my rules I said I don't write butt stuff, but (no pun intended) I'm coming around to the idea of prostate massage for men.

Sylus was not in the habit of hiding things from you. However, he had his own secrets, things that he felt made him vulnerable, or he wasn’t sure you’d understand.

One of those things was his ultimate, private kink; pegging. He’d tried it once by himself after reading about prostate massage but the unbelievable pleasure it had brought him blew his mind. The intensity, the absolute delight of getting an orgasm from a prostate massage had opened up new realms for him. Of course, Sylus was kinky and he loved having sex with you, but this particular bit of information embarrassed him, and he’d never dared bring it up for fear that you might judge him. 

Which is why he only indulges in this pleasure when he is alone. The mansion was empty, having sent all his henchmen home for the day, and you were heading back to Linkon City. Sylus lays on his bed, naked, remembering the way your body felt against his, the flushed heat and soft sway of your tits as you rode him, the sound of your sweet moans in his ear. His back still carried the lines scratched by your nails as you’d held onto him in the throes of ecstasy. He missed having you in his bed. Sylus firmly grips his cock, pumping his hard flesh, gritting his teeth, little growls leaving his throat as he pleasured himself.

He imagines you kneeling in between his legs, your face looking so innocent before you opened that wicked mouth and slurped him in, your tongue dipping right into his slit, making him pathetically dribble copious amounts of precum that you licked off with enthusiasm. The memory of your small hand as you squeezed his base, followed by the wet noises of his skin being suctioned by your lips was enough to almost drive him to the edge.

Sylus stops, panting, his eyes wild, blood rushing through his veins as he tries to regain control of his breathing. He knew what would take this fantasy from amazing to out-of-this-world. His tip was weeping, and he thumbs at the milky beads forming on the tip before going on all fours. His hand creeps behind his balls and he knuckles down on his perineum, feeling the faint vestiges of pressure on the little gland hidden away under his skin. He lets out a moan, flexing his buttocks, clenching and unclenching his asshole.  He feels his body starting to tingle with need, the kind that builds up when you’ve been teasing yourself for too long. 

He reaches into his nightstand, digging through the various toys that had been used over this weekend, and finds a slim, black, silicone dildo, the one he’d personally tested amongst many for his backdoor pleasure. A similar one but in red rested in the drawer as well; he was careful to never mix these two up. The red one was yours, and he’d never risk your health by selfishly using the dildo meant for your pussy for himself. He trickles a generous amount of lube on his dildo, before sticking the suction cup base to his headboard and gently backing onto it. He breathes in and out slowly, allowing the muscles to relax, then teases his tight, puckered hole with the tip, groaning as it passes through his tight ring of muscles, filling him up so deliciously. 

Sylus wonders if this is how your pussy feels during penetrative sex and the thought has him clenching, drawing the soft silicone deeper inside of him. He hopes it felt as good for you as this was for him. His cock stands proudly erect, the sensitive head brushing against the sheets as he continues backing onto the toy until he feels it press against a sensitive patch of elastic muscle and he lets out a pathetic moan. His hips arch, angling the tip of the toy until he’s able to glide comfortably, feeling the slick dildo massaging his inner walls, stimulating him beyond belief. 

His eyes close as he sets up his rhythm, each exquisite push against his prostate bringing pops of color behind his closed lids. Sweat slickens his skin as he builds up the pleasurable tension, grounding his hands and knees into the soft mattress to keep up his speed and arousal. Taking a deep breath, he pushes back further and feels like his eyes might roll into the back of his head as the toy bottoms out inside his hole, sitting right against the pulsing gland that threatened to shoot his load out. It never failed to amaze him how quickly his orgasm could form with this particular act, and the tantalizing dance of keeping himself on the edge was an intoxicating rush.

A low, gravelly, purr leaves his throat as he thrusts shallowly, letting himself be massaged so intimately at that sweet spot that he’d been oblivious to for so many years. He wondered how long he’d last this time; he had a reasonable period to himself now that no one was home, and he intended to tease himself into a mess, just to test how much his willpower could be stretched.

 He rides the dildo slowly, his hips rolling smoothly, feeling his back muscles coordinate and his ass grip the dildo in sweet ecstasy. As Sylus’s pace picks up, lewd squelching noises fill the room as he gives in to his urges. He can feel the tension building in his balls, in his belly, his hard abs quivering as the heat starts to gather in his gut. Sweat forms on his forehead, his cock twitching as he humps leaking precum all over the sheets. He can see the stains and bites his lip, feeling the way the sensation grows and ripples through him.

The next second is a blur of motion. As he’s in the blissful throes of his own passion, he hears his bedroom door opening and his name being called. His eyes fly open and he splutters in shock as you enter, losing his rhythm and almost slamming the dildo in haste. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight before you. Your big, intimidating, boyfriend, bared on all fours, with a dildo in his ass was not something you were expecting to see. Sylus scrambles off the toy, his breathing heavy and unsteady, his face burning red as he tries to cover himself.

He’d never been caught in such a compromising situation, the feeling of being vulnerable alien to him, feeling shame burn through him. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. “What-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask after a long moment of silence. 

You don’t move from your position near the door and Sylus keeps his eyes downcast. After a gap, you start to speak. “Luke and Kieran almost got me to the border but there was a really bad sandstorm. It could have taken hours for it to die down. So they brought me back here.”

“Luke and Kieran?” Sylus’s head whips up in alarm, ruby eyes widening in panic and you quickly approach him on the bed.

“They dropped me off here and went back to their place. It’s ok. It’s just me.”

Relief floods his features only to be immediately drowned by embarrassment and he averts his gaze. You see the tension in his shoulders and how fidgety and nervous he is, making you feel strange. This wasn’t your boyfriend, the confident and ruthless leader of the N109 zone that you had gotten to know. Unsure how to proceed, you gently cup his cheek. His glances briefly at you and you realize he’s waiting for you to pass judgment. Your heart squeezes to see him like this.

“Sylus. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” Your voice is soft and you kneel on the bed so that you can thread your fingers through his hair. Your touch soothes his racing heart but he’s still anxious. His voice is low as he starts to admit his actions.

“I like being pegged.” His voice sounds ashamed. 

“Isn’t that a kink?” You haven’t moved, staying close to his quivering body. 

“It’s not one that I think most men would admit to having.” You gnaw at your lip, trying to remember something, anything, that would ease his tension. 

“But…isn’t pegging the only way to stimulate the prostate? That’s a thing right? Prostate massage?” You slowly draw him closer to you so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands dip down from his hair to stroke his back and you feel him shiver.

“Yeah. It is.”

“And…it feels good right?” You probe further, trying to get him to talk. 

Sylus takes a deep breath before answering. “Yeah. It does.”

“Well, if it’s not hurting anyone and you like it, why are you so scared right now?” Sylus feels some of the discomfort in his chest release as your words wash over him. After a beat, you ask him a question.

“Why haven’t you shared this with me?” There’s no blame in your voice, just a general curiosity.

Sylus swallows, then rests his cheek on top of your hair, drawing comfort from you. “I don’t know. It’s not a norm. It’s frowned upon. Joked about. I just didn’t know how you’d react to it.”

You huff then grasp his chin and make him look at you. “Sylus, do you know how ironic it is that you made me share all the kinks that I’ve fantasized about and you’ve done them all only to hide this from me?” 

“So you-you don’t find this weird?”

“I think it’s hot when you’re being pleasured. Isn’t that that a good enough answer?” 

Sylus processes what’s been said to him and you take advantage of his distraction to push him down on the mattress, his large frame falling on it with a thump before you lay down next to him. You reassuringly cuddle his body, pressing into him and nuzzling his neck. 

“You looked like you were on the edge of a pretty good orgasm there. Before I came in that is.” 

Sylus clears his throat, traces of a blush lingering on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah, I was.” You trace your fingers down his chest.

“Would you be comfortable to do that again? With me in the room?” You ask the question carefully trying not to crowd him. Sylus finally looks at you in the face. His expression still looked guarded with a tinge of disbelief.

“You-you want to watch me?” Even as he says the words, he feels a surge of arousal. It was touching, almost intimate that you wanted to be a part of this. 

You bite your lip. “You looked really sexy there for a minute. All hot and moaning. I liked it.”

Sylus huffs, trying to regain his composure but your reaction to the whole situation was calming him down. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Your hands busy themselves on his thighs, squeezing and hard sinew, and you see his eyes softening as he realizes he can trust you with this. It pulls at you and you raise your head to kiss him, enjoying their warmth. 

His hands are working deftly to pull off your clothes, his cock hardening again at the prospect of what was to come. You, watching him, pleasuring himself, and it turned you on. There was no mistaking that little lip nibble you had done. The knowledge that he could share this vulnerability was filling him with a different kind of pleasure. 

Once he’s freed you from your clothes, he palms your breasts, groaning as your hands find his cock, pumping him enticingly. After his interrupted orgasm, the whole organ pulses, heat and sexual need filling him. He doesn’t hold back with his bites, leaving bruises on your soft skin as he touches you fervently.

Soft sighs leave your lips as you play with his cock, and you’re eager to see his demonstration on the dildo, needed to hear him make those noises of ecstasy again. “What do you need me to do?” You ask, still pumping his hard flesh. 

Sylus’s eyes are half closed, clearly enjoying your ministrations. He hesitates but asks, “Do you mind squeezing my cheeks?”

Understanding, your hands sensually leave his cock and instead, start to massage the soft rounded flesh of his rear, and he hums at your touch. You feel the muscles contracting and relaxing under your fingers and Sylus was syncing his breaths to the action. He glances over at his headboard, and you can see the dildo is still there, held in place by the broad suction cup base.

“Needs more lube,” he observes, and you squeeze his ass once more before reaching over to grab the bottle from the nightstand and hand it to him. You take note of how much he applies to the toy for future use and he begins to back himself up against it. He looks at you again, unsure. 

“What is it?” You lean up to cup his face, peppering kisses all over it. 

“I’ve…always fantasized about…someone holding me open as I…get penetrated.” He admits shyly and you feel flattered that he had opened up and asked. You move towards his legs and with care, part his cheeks, seeing his opening fluttering, similar to how your pussy would when it needed to be filled.

You watch in fascination as Sylus continues to back onto the dildo and your heart leaps as he makes contact, and watch, wide-eyed, as it starts to disappear into his hole. There’s a rush of arousal, at how hot the sight was, but you remain quiet, the room filling with Sylus’s contained moans as he pushes himself onto the toy.

“Oh Sylus…the view is so sexy.” You encourage him as he pauses in his penetration, panting. 

“Yeah?” He looks at you over his shoulder, and you nod. Your hands slowly release his cheeks which jiggle slightly as they fall back into place. Then he starts to move.

The noises that leave him drive you wild. You’ve heard him while having good sex but nothing compared to this; the way his hips started to buck in abandon, the husky, desperate way he moans as he fucks himself. Not wanting to miss a second, you quickly scramble back to his face, his expression sending a spear of pure lust straight into your core.

His ruby eyes are wide with delight, mouth hanging open in an O as he rides to climax. His gaze fixates on you and you see the flush that stains his skin and know he’s just as turned on by you, by the fact that you’re watching him so admiringly. You squeeze your breasts, teasing your nipples as you try to stimulate yourself with him, rubbing your clit in time to his thrusts, watching the way his weeping cock drags along the sheets with each thrust.

It wasn’t enough and driven by primal instinct, you quickly slide under his muscled body, surprising him. He pauses in his motions. “Kitten?” he breathes questioningly, gazing at you beneath him. 

“Sylus, I can’t. I need to experience you like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you spread your legs and begin to guide his neglected cock into your hot wetness, the dual sensation too much for him to handle. His hole clenches, feeling the dildo snugly against his prostate while his cock was being nestled into your pussy. He lets out a deep, sultry whine.

“Fuck, sweetie. You’re going to kill me.” You stroke every inch of his body you can reach and Sylus begins to build up his rhythm, going as slowly as possible to stave off his orgasm but he feels like he’s a lost cause. 

Your pussy grips his cock, spasming with each thrust. Every time he moved forward, he’s gliding through your eager cunt, and every time he moves back, the dildo massages his aching prostate and he feels like a loser, knowing he won’t last too long this way.

You see the struggle in his eyes and talk him through it. “It’s ok Sy. You’ve held on for so long. It’s ok to cum. You don’t have to prove anything to me. Let yourself cum.” you murmur reassuringly to him and he lets out a keening groan, his hips going into overdrive as he pushes himself over the edge.

His vision blurs at the edges as an intense orgasm grips him, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries not to collapse on you. His body shakes, creamy jets of cum filling your pussy as his hole spasms rhythmically, prolonging his state of euphoria as he empties himself into you. 

Sylus carefully crawls off the dildo, then lays over you. Sweat covers each inch of his body as you lovingly stroke his hair. 

“I don’t know why you’d hide something so hot from me.”

“What’s a relationship without a little mystery?”

“Well mystery solved. Next time, we should use a vibrating dildo.”

Your eyes flicker with mischief and Sylus chuckles at your enthusiasm. 

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[zayleb]

new zayne memory = new profile :)

[zayleb]

i love making zayne memory themed profiles

[zayleb]

considering writing a story about fae!zayne.

[zayleb]

pairing: zayne x mc, zayne x oc

tags: post-apocalypse au, angst, suicide, sad ending, hurt no comfort

A/N 1: I’m joining our server’s Writentine's Day Bingo Challenge! prompt: Post Apocalypse AU + Dealing with Anxiety and Depression. If you would like to join the party, click here to join us at Love and Deep Depression! - https://discord.com/invite/hF2rnQqY (18+ only. Age restrictions strictly enforced. Minors will be banned immediately.)

A/N 2: this is a doozy. like seriously. readers beware. there is no comfort here since i was in my feelings this weekend. i don’t write a lot of angst so it was a fun challenge but i might write some more if it comes down to it! stay safe, hug your friends.

It was cold in the safe house. And quiet. Normally, quiet was good. It meant there was nothing or no one lurking outside that would find them. Quiet was good because they could relax.

Zayne didn’t used to enjoy the quiet as much as he does now. Being in the hospital had meant there was always chatter, machines whirring and beeping, the sound of footsteps or the squeaks of the wheels as patients got carted away. The rhythm of the hospital was one he found solace in.

And when he got home, Rochelle had always been there waiting for him to fill his nights with chatter, laughter, singing and dancing. Noise made him feel at ease.

Now silence meant peace, it meant safety. It meant that they could live to see another day. It meant that they didn’t have to worry about anything. However, in this moment, the silence chilled him to his core in a way that not even his evol had ever accomplished. It crept up his spine like poison ivy made of ice, twisting and coiling and suffocating.

She’d been out there for hours. Hours. It was supposed to be a routine run. Go outside, get supplies, go to the hidden community garden to grab what crops she could and come back. They had both done this hundreds of times by now. But the promise was to be back in three hours.

He wasn’t supposed to go look for her in case something bad happened to him too. And the only reason he didn’t was that he knew that he would hate it if she did that were roles reversed. But the worry gnawed at him like a dog on a bone.

This silence.

This silence.

Zayne never used to be an anxious person. In surgery he had to keep his cool so that his nurses and assistants could follow suit. When he had fought Wanderers alongside Rochelle, he followed her lead diligently and put his faith in her, never for a second doubting her abilities or that she could keep them both safe.

But these last few years have changed him.

Not for the first time he wished the walkie-talkies they had acquired still had working batteries. He hated this feeling, this not knowing. It ate at him, consumed him until there was nothing left.

Finally, finally, he heard the familiar sound of a metal door creaking open. He jumped up from his chair and nearly sprinted to the entrance, holding his breath until he saw her.

Relief washed over him like a warm river, but he steeled himself as he grabbed the flashlight that was by the door.

“What’s your name?”

She squinted against the sudden flash of light. “Rochelle Rivers. I’m a Hunter. You’re Zayne Li, a cardiologist. You used to work at Akso hospital.” Her voice was strained and haggard but he kept his cool.

“What’s the password?”

“Snow seal.”

He studied her eyes again for a moment, checking, making sure, but as soon as he saw nothing out of place he pulled her into a hug. Tears welled in his eyes that he had fought to keep inside but they came out in torrents.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he said between breaths. “Ro…oh god.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said. She was trembling, but whether it was from relief or fear he didn’t know. “I’m so sorry, Zayne.”

He knew they had to separate, to help her get fed and make sure she was okay. But he didn’t have the heart to, he just couldn’t let her go. She was here. She was safe.

So why did the icy ivy refuse to leave his veins? Why was he still so worried? Like something bad could still happen?

His hands cupped her cheeks, warm from the hot tears that were rolling down her face.

“Six hours,” he said. It wasn’t accusatory, but his tone was painful as he searched her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “They were in the area. Doing patrols. I had to hide.”

The ivy tightened as his hands gripped her. “Did they see you?”

“No, but Zayne…”

He separated from her but his hands stayed on her shoulders as he studied her expression. She looked…heartbroken.

“Greyson. They…got Greyson.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

A stuttered breath left his mouth as he released her. It was only when she grabbed him that he realised he had been swaying and she moved to sit him down.

There was a biting pain in Zayne’s palm. Excruciating.

He realised he was clenching his hands hard without realising it when Rochelle gently opened them. Zayne took a deep breath in to calm himself down. He was supposed to be taking care of her now. Do the routine checks. But the news about his former colleague, his friend, was too much to endure. He needed a moment to process it.

“I saw his body with them. They probably know everything,” she murmured. “We need to leave. Tonight.”

Her words and urgency snapped him out of it. He pushed down the anxiety as far as he could. They needed to act. Now.

“No…we need to take care of you first.”

He got up, and walked to the makeshift clinic they had. Every week the little community of survivors that had formed would bring in one or two people for him to look at and take care of. Greyson lived on the other side of town and took care of people there. They hadn’t seen each other face to face in months, but Zayne had never imagined…

Rochelle got up on the bed and took off her shirt. It was all routine from there. He checked for abrasions and cuts she might have gotten and once again he looked at her eyes just in case. The routine calmed him, and he wondered whether he was doing it for Ro or himself.

Rochelle, for the most part, was quiet throughout this process. Normally she would chat up a storm, be a light in the dark that seemed to envelop the world around them, but right now she was remarkably dim.

“What do you think it’s like?” she asked.

Her question was vague, but he knew exactly what she was referring to. It was something that they all dreaded for the last three years.

Assimilation.

Zayne didn’t know what to say despite the fact that he had thought of it at length. How could he not wonder? What was it like, indeed, to have your body not be your own anymore? To have something invade every part of you, physically mentally and spiritually, to have everything that makes you so uniquely yourself stripped away from you as easily as one strips off their own clothing? To have your entire life, all your memories and secrets rifled through like a burglar going through a house?

“I suppose it would be very unpleasant.”

That earned him a humorless chuckle, and the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

“Do you…think he’s still in there?” Rochelle asked after the laughter died down.

“I don’t know,” Zayne answered honestly as he grabbed his stethoscope. Because he didn’t. Nobody did. Nobody who had ever gotten assimilated would be able to tell them if they did.

“It’s all so fucked,” Ro muttered. “We’re so fucked. I miss the Wanderers. I miss No Hunt Zones. Fuck, I even miss Ever. I miss when things made sense.”

Skyhaven had been the first city to fall to ruin when that…thing had first come through the Deepspace tunnel. The Fleet had fought valiantly but Caleb had died within the first day.

He was lucky.

The majority of Skyhaven had been assimilated and it moved on to Linkon the month after. The Hunter’s Association had done all it could to quell everything but it just wasn’t enough. Rochelle and Zayne had seen that it was a losing battle, grabbed as many friends and family as they could that hadn’t been assimilated, and headed into the No Hunt Zones. The metaflux fluctuations seemed to for the most part keep them from coming in but that peace didn’t last very long.

Its influence had spread throughout the entire world within a year. But here and there pockets of humanity remained intact. Little communities that learned to hide. At the very least, Wanderers stopped coming in altogether.

“If I become one of them, you have to kill me,” Rochelle said now. “You have to.”

She said this every time she came back and Zayne always said he would. But he never knew if he ever could because, as he said, he didn’t know if she would still be in there. If there was even a chance that she could still be in the thought of killing her terrified him.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Her heartbeat was a little rapid, but he attributed that to heightened levels of adrenaline from her experience outside. The aether core in her heart was stable, at least. Not for the first time he hoped it would remain that way.

“Did you hear me, Zayne?”

He looked up at her brown eyes.

“When I saw Greyson today he…he wasn’t himself. The body had his voice and face but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t our Greyson. Promise me you’ll kill me before I become like that. Promise me.”

Her voice broke as she pleaded. She had seen too many friends taken away from her these last few years. Along with Caleb, her coworkers died within the first year protecting others. Even in their little community sometimes people just disappeared without a word.

Very rarely did they ever come back.

Zayne didn’t answer this time. He wasn’t convinced that he could lie to her face at that moment, so he opted to find a bandage and stick it on a wound on her arm after he cleaned it up.

“We should tell the others,” she said softly.

“There isn’t time,” he replied.

“I know.”

Silence.

“You know sometimes,” she said now, tears forming, “sometimes I think assimilation wouldn’t be so bad. That all we’re doing is sitting here waiting to die. That at least maybe there’s a chance I’ll be able to see everyone again.” She put her head in her hands. “And then I hate myself for thinking that. I hate that I even consider it. I hate it so much I could throw up. But then I think I’m tired. I’m so tired. And how nice it would be to not be tired anymore.”

Her words struck him. Between the two of them, honestly it felt like Ro was the one who had adjusted to everything the most. Her survival skills and mental fortitude as a hunter was always at the forefront and she seemed to always have something optimistic to say about the situation. To see her so broken…it shattered him.

Zayne couldn’t even blame her though; it did feel more and more like they were waiting to die or get assimilated. The situation was getting bleaker with each passing day. Even his own worry still ate him. A heavy feeling of foreboding that just didn’t seem to go away since she came back festered like a fungus. And it along with the icy poison ivy of his anxiety made for a mix that was absolute hell on his emotions.

But at the very least…

“We have each other,” he reassured. “And if you ever feel that way again, you should come to me. I can’t promise that I’ll have the words to make you feel better, but I can say that you’ll feel less alone.”

The words hung between the two of them for a moment as she regarded him. Her brown eyes were shiny with more tears that she was now rubbing away as she tried to push away her emotions. Zayne hated their circumstances just as much as she did and the icy poison ivy crept and coiled through his veins more and more, but he couldn’t show this weakness to her. Not now when she was breaking down.

“Get our bags,” she said finally after she calmed herself down.

The to-go bags were stocked with everything they needed for a quick getaway. Food, water, flashlights, a spare set of clothes, a med kit and a map they had found in the first year.

Rochelle grabbed the gun she had taken and counted the bullets. Usually she didn’t shoot unless she absolutely had to and relied on Zayne. Ammunition was hard to come by and ridiculously expensive.

“Two bullets,” she said before holstering the gun.“Better make them count.”

“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

And then, in the dead of night, they set off.

The metal door closed behind them with a finality that irked Zayne. They had lived there for the better part of the last two years. Moving was inevitable but he supposed it would’ve been with more time to prepare. Perhaps say their goodbyes.

God, when did he become so sentimental?

They hid in the shadows, slinking like cats to avoid detection. The area they had lived in used to be a No Hunt Zone, and then the Wanderers had stopped coming through the deepspace tunnel. Zayne wondered if they knew what now resided on earth and avoided it as a result.

Neither of them made a sound as they walked. The woods that surrounded them which often brought them solace now seemed so threatening.

Zayne didn’t like this silence either. There were no crickets, no owls hooting, not even a whisper of wind through the leaves. The icy ivy was stretched taut around his neck, strangling him.

Snap!

Zayne grabbed Ro when they heard the sound of boots on a twig. They made for a boulder but—

“Stop.”

Zayne should have kept moving, should have run, but that voice. That voice belonged to…

“Greyson?”

His friend stood there in the pale light of the moon, staring at them. Except, it wasn’t Greyson anymore was it?

Zayne couldn’t seem to move his limbs as Ro pulled him along. There he was. Right in front of him.

“Zayne.”

It sounded exactly like him. It was so uncanny, but as he walked forward there was an awkwardness to his movements, as though he wasn’t sure how to move. It looked unnatural.

Alien.

“Stay back!”

Ro pulled out her gun and locked it onto him. “Stay back or I’ll shoot! You hear me?”

“Rochelle...”

“Don’t you dare say my name!

Zayne gripped her shoulder. Her aim was true and steady but her expression betrayed her desperation. The feeling Zayne felt gripped his heart and lungs, twisting and squeezing until he could barely breathe.

“Just let us go. Let us go, please,” he said. He didn’t want Ro to have his death on her conscience, real Greyson or not.

It looked at both of them and for that moment Zayne could’ve sworn that something twinkled in his eye. Was it familiarity?

But just as soon as he saw it, it vanished and Not Greyson took out something from his pocket. Zayne’s eyes widened in recognition immediately.

Before he could even react, Ro ran at him and tackled him to the ground, knocking both her gun and the communication device away.

They wrestled on the ground, yelling and grunting as Rochelle kicked and punched and screamed bloody murder.

But it overpowered her. It gave its hosts extra strength that was near impossible for normal people to counter, even a seasoned hunter like Ro. Greyson pinned her to the ground, trapping her under him, and Zayne watched in horror as the red tendrils they all came to dread snaked out of his orifices.

Zayne ran at them, a familiar ice spear forming in his hand, the icy poison ivy lashing and suffocating. But then in that moment, Greyson looked at him. Greyson. With his kind eyes, almost pleading.

But his pupils were red. Red like the tendrils that came out of his mouth and ears. Red like the blood that had been spilled over the years. Zayne couldn’t take it. In that moment, all the hurt and pain he had felt came rushing at him and stabbed the spear right into his heart.

It fought. Greyson fought, arms clutching and grasping at the icy spear, but Zayne twisted it until it felt backwards.

Greyson’s body landed in the grass unceremoniously, and Zayne watched, waiting, until the red tendrils escaped from his ear. He stepped on it, the squish satisfying. So, so satisfying.

How weak it was without a host to pilot.

“Zayne.”

The icy ivy returned with a vengeance when he turned to look at Ro on the ground. She smiled at him before coughing.

He said as he collapsed on his knees next to her and held her in his hands. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay, Ro. I’m here. Where does it hurt, huh?”

She chuckled as she playfully punched his shoulder. “I’m okay, Zayne. You should see the other guy.”

He laughed as he kissed her all over her face, his breathing as shaky as his hands. “That was close. I’d thought I’d lost you for a moment there.”

“Get me my gun, would you?” Ro said. It was just within Zayne’s reach and he grabbed it and moved to place it in her hands, but she stopped him.

“I’m putting you in charge of it for now,” she said softly. “He got a few good kicks in.”

He nodded and held her for a moment, calming both her and the feeling that never seemed to leave.

“We can stay here for a moment but the noise we made would have alerted someone nearby. We need to go.”

She shook her head and pushed him forward “You need to go.”

“Ro, if you’re scared that being injured will slow me down, it’s okay. I can take care of you.”

She shook her head. “It’s…not that.” Her lips trembled. “He got me Zayne. Got me good.”

The ivy twisted around his heart and he felt as though he had been kicked in the stomach. Hard.

“You don’t mean that. Tell me you don’t mean that.”

She pointed in her ear and sure enough at an inspection with a flashlight, the tendrils were making their way in. “Hurts like a bitch, too,” she joked before she looked at him as she wrapped her hands around the one holding the gun. “Two bullets.”

He widened his eyes. “No.” This couldn’t be happening. The ivy and the dread and the anxiety had all been leading up to this.

“You promised.”

“Ro, you can’t. Not like this. Please.”

“While I’m still here, Zayne. While I’m still me,” she pleaded. “I want the last thing I remember to be you. I don’t want to know what it’s like. Please. I’d do it myself but…” But that thing had such a strong sense of self-preservation that from the moment it had entered her, there was no way she could have done anything to endanger it herself.

Zayne cried as he placed his forehead on hers. He gripped her tightly in his arms. “I can’t do it.”

“You can. You can and you will.” She guided the gun to her heart. The very thing he had become a doctor for. The very thing he had fought to protect for years.

“I love you,” she said. “I’m so tired, Zayne. Won’t you put me to sleep?”

Zayne trembled, the firearm feeling like burning hot coals in his hand. He thought of the past three years, of the way she was always there to lend a hand, to reassure him, to help him through his awful nightmares. He thought of how she protected everyone so fiercely and valiantly. She truly was like a knight.

He took a deep breath in, and nodded.

The sound of the gun firing rang through the night, cutting through the silence in a way that could only be described as violent.

And then nothing.

Ro’s body went limp against his and a red tendril, still incredibly small, came out quickly. Zayne squashed it in his hand and let it fall to the ground. It convulsed a little bit but then it became still.

Then the sobbing came.

Zayne cried into Rochelle’s body, shoulders trembling, tears like a waterfall flooding down his face. He rocked her against his own body as a storm of emotions overcame him. Anger, anguish and pain; so, so much pain. Pain that eclipsed his evol backlash. Pain that was hot and searing and freezing and stabbing all at once. Pain that he knew would never go away.

He choked on his sobs, and tried to keep himself quiet by holding his hand to his mouth, but he saw her blood on his hands and it was just too much to hold in. What would he do without her? All these years she had been the one to keep him going. She chased away the dark monsters of his mind with her smile and quelled his fears with a soft kiss and warm embrace.

And then her words rang through his mind.

“Two bullets,” she had said. “Make them count.”

No. She wouldn’t want this. She would never want this. But his reality was bleak. The future was as black as the night sky. There was no hope for humanity, nor for him.

There was nothing for him here. Not anymore.

Zayne held her close to him and kissed her forehead one last time before closing his eyes.

A second gunshot rang through the night.

[zayleb]

pairing; sylus x zayne x reader

tags: threesome, deepthroat, subspace, cunnilingus

A/N: got a snow crow sandwich on the brain

“My, my. Isn’t this a sight, kitten?”

Your trembling body was spread along the width of the bed with your head hanging over the edge. The good doctor was absolutely devouring your cunt with a wanton ardency while his fingers interlocked with yours.

Sylus watched as you keened and gasped, but never squirmed. Only because Zayne had told you not to. Your need to please the both of them was so adorable that it made Sylus’s heart twinge, but he didn’t dare voice it.

A languid hand trailed from your breast up to your mouth before it traced along your soft lips. Swollen from the hungry kisses you’d shared with the both of them as soon as you’d arrived at his place earlier that night. Evenings like these were precious few, and you all tried to make the most of them, to take everything you could from each other.

As if from instinct, your mouth opened and you sucked his fingers down, almost gagging. He pulled back slightly at the noise, but your hand firmly gripped his wrist in a gesture that clearly meant that you wanted him there. His already fully erect cock twitched at your enthusiasm.

Fuck, were you a delight.

“How is he making you feel?” he asked with an amused lilt to his tone as he pushed his fingers further into your mouth. “Is the good doctor taking care of you as he should?”

An incredulous sound came out from Zayne, as though the thought that he wasn’t doing a thorough job in making you feel the heights of pleasure was offensive. Sylus chuckled, “I’m sorry for even asking, Doctor.”

You voiced your thoughts with an eager hum. The answer was satisfactory enough and Sylus smirked as he finally took his fingers out of your mouth before giving your chin a light tap.

“Keep it open. Don’t you dare move.”

He pushed himself into your mouth and hissed as your tongue eagerly ran along the length of his cock. The feeling of it rubbing him while he pushed in was pure sin and his normally cool composure was nearly lost as a low growl rumbled from somewhere deep within him. The outline of his cock showed as he pushed himself into your throat and he couldn’t help but trace his hand along it, mesmerised at how well you took him. “That’s it…just like that. Fuck—” he whispered as he encouraged your progress. He knew your body absolutely sang at praise and he loved to exploit that knowledge at every opportunity.

You looked so beautiful as pleasured tears started to well in your eyes. There was absolutely nothing in this world, in the whole universe that could compare to the vision of your fucked-out face, of the ethereal sheen of sweat that dusted your body, of the way your body trembled as Zayne fucked you with his tongue. Something twinged within his heart — lust, love and absolute adoration in its purest form. He wanted you more with every passing moment. He wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight, he wanted to ravish and worship your whole body, he wanted to make love to you in the cheesiest, corniest settings under full moon and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Though he was trying to control the pace, he felt your eager hands grab the back of his thigh to push him in quicker, which caused you to choke a little.

The sound broke his spell immediately.

Sylus pulled out immediately, and Zayne definitely heard as well as he moved away from you and gave you one of his stern looks.

A pathetic whine left your lips at the loss from both ends and your hand moved to wrap his cock only for Sylus to grab your wrist and tut at you. “Uh-uh. Greedy little slut today, are we?” His voice lowered. “You’ll take only what I give you, when I give it to you. Do we have an understanding?”

Your pout was adorable. God it was adorable. It really wasn’t fair. He could feel his resolve falter ever so slightly.

“If you don’t do as he says, we’ll stop right here.”

It was clear that the doctor was serious and if the way you tensed was of any indication, you knew it, too. This wouldn’t be the first time he stopped everything for your safety and comfort.

“As much as I enjoy the thought of you…choking on my cock, kitten,” Sylus purred, trying to ease the tension as he cupped your face, “I’d much prefer it if you’d take it like the good kitten we know you are. Could you be that good girl for us right now?”

Your expression was dazed and he could tell that you were deep in whatever headspace he and the doctor had put you in. But he needed to know that you would obey.

“Need more,” you whined softly.

“And you’ll get more. Just trust us, kitten,” he assured. “You do trust us, right? And you want be good for us?”

Hesitation, as though you were processing his words. Zayne would need to coax you gently out later after all this was over. But finally, finally you nodded and Sylus smirked before tapping the corner of your mouth again.

”Good, now say ‘ah’.”

[zayleb]

Zayne x MC

tags: edging, orgasm denial

summary: a drabble about zayne edging mc

Zayne didn’t consider himself an artist, but he couldn’t deny that what was in front of him was a masterpiece.

She was tied so intricately and carefully (he had studied a lot in his down time) and was kneeling, tears streaming out of her tightly shut eyes and down her face.

He had been edging her for the better part of an hour and the wand was on an agonisingly low setting. Try as she might she could not do anything to get the release she needed. That he knew she needed.

He had to admit, when she had first suggested this to him a few weeks ago, he was a little bit apprehensive. Perhaps scared. But now?

Well, now he understood.

Her hair was mussed and her breathing so beautifully broken and haggard. Her skin had a beautiful sheen to it in the evening moonlight. The way she bit her lips, it made him want to replace her teeth with his own.

And when her body tensed up and her breaths became more pronounced, he pulled back for what had to be at least the tenth time that night. The slew of words and pleading that came out of her mouth were indecipherable.

“What was that?” he asked after he saw her open her pleading eyes at him. “You’ve had enough?”

She shook her head violently. “N…no. M-More.”

A hint of amusement trickled up his spine. God, she was divine and so, so beautiful like this.

“More what?” he asked softly, feigning ignorance as he caressed her cheek in his palm. Her body trembled under him. “I don’t understand. If you want something from me, you need to use your words, Sweetheart.”