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thinking about caleb crying when he cums…
like he’s wanted you for so long. he’s been aching for you for fucking yearsssss. he just can’t hold it all in when the time comes. he’s holding onto you as tight as he can, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his face is buried in your neck. maybe the scent of your skin can help ground him. maybe it can muffle any embarrassing sounds.
but neither work. you’re just so soft and you feel so good and he loves you so much. every little moan you let out is so pretty. every clench of your walls around his cock has him whimpering. you’re so fucking perfect. better than he ever imagined. it’s just too much.
before he knows it, he’s letting out a sob. just one at first then another. his teeth dig into his lip and his eyes screw shut, but it’s not enough. he cries against your skin, warm tears dribbling down his cheeks onto your throat.
you shush him, cooing in his ear that you’ve got him, that you’re right here. but the tenderness only makes it worse.
he’s out right weeping as he clings to you, pumping his hips erratically while mumbling “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. fuck it’s so good. so fucking perfect.”
it’s less than a minute later that his high creeps up on him. his breath hitches while his hips stutter. he lets out another strangled sob into your neck as he shoots hot ropes of cum inside you.
when the two of you are done, you hold him on top of you for a few minutes, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. you’d never seen him so emotional before.
he finally pulls back to give you a proper kiss and look into your eyes. you stroke his cheeks, wiping any leftover tears away. and when you ask if he’s ok, he just sniffles and nods. he looks at you with those deceivingly innocent eyes, glossy lashes shimmering as he asks:
“can we go again?”
Crying in Sylus's arms when things get overwhelmingly bad, his heart aches at the sight of you struggling to stop the tears, your cries muffled against his broad chest.
Sylus's mind raced with anything he could think of to help you feel better - he'd thought of preparing the shooting range to let out all your frustrations or cook your favourite dishes or even coaxing you to go out to get some fresh air together.
But no, you didn't want any of that, with your arms wrapped tightly around his middle as you buried your tear-streaked face into his shoulder, your voice a pained whisper as he listened to your small plea -
"Stay, please." Your voice cracked slightly from all the crying, your body trembling from the intense emotions you were feeling as you slowly lifted your face to look up at him, your expression utterly distraught and exhausted. "I don't want anything else. Just you, please."
You didn't need to tell him twice as Sylus's arms instinctively pulled you closer to him, one hand moved up to cup your cheek as he gently wiped away the tears. "Shh. Its okay."
He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before holding you firmer in his arms, the warmth of his body and his soothing reassurance made you melt against his hold. "Everything will be okay. I won't ever leave you alone."
A single tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh, you rested comfortably against him. His hand caressing your back to soothe you more, his calm voice echoing in your mind before the fatigue finally settled in as you fell asleep in his embrace.
"Rest, my beloved. I'll be here when you wake up."
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This man is consistently roasting me…
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LOOK AT OUR HUSBAND ♡
Would you believe if I say husband!Caleb is petty?
You've been in a pretty bad mood since this morning and all of your anger is targeted at him. However, rather than blowing up and taking the whole Linkon city down with you—you are hell bent on giving him the cold shoulder.
Caleb has tried everything in order to weasel back into your good graces; but you seem to not budge at all. Therefore, he does what any responsible, mature husband would do.
He tightens every single jar in the kitchen and places them in the highest rack.
It doesn't take long for the inevitable to occur. Sooner than he predicted, he hears the sound of your frustrated grumble floating from the kitchen. Barely hiding the conceit blooming in his chest, he strolls towards the damsel in distress—you.
"Fuck this," you curse under your breath, trying to twist the lid of pasta sauce jar with all your might.
No luck.
Caleb leans on the door, folding his arms over his chest and one of the most condescending smirks lines his lips. Watching as your expression shifts from stubborn determination to murderous rage in a matter of seconds.
"Got a problem, pipsqueak?"
You freeze for a second. The next, you whip around—death burning in your eyes. "You—" inhaling a sharp breath, voice deceptively low. "You did this on purpose."
Rather than admitting, he lifts a brow, "Did what? Store things out of your adorable little reach? That's just called good kitchen organization."
The corner of your lip curls down into a sneer—blood curdling in your veins. Stomping over to him, you thrust the jar to his chest, "Open it."
For all what Caleb is, he does take the jar from you but makes no effort to open it. Instead, he tilts his head, "No apology?"
"For what?"
"For freezing me the whole morning?" He says, tapping the lid. "You want me to do something then you gotta play nice, pipsqueak."
Again with that nickname...
Your fingers twitch, like you are considering the possibility of smacking some sense into him but choose against it. It is clear that he is enjoying this game he is playing—seeking out ways to prove just how dependent you are on him regarding everyday things. And although you don't want to ask for his help, you have little choice in the matter. Besides, with the way he is looking at you presently, the reason as to why you were mad at him is suddenly lost.
Taking a controlled deep breath, you school your expression into the most fake smile ever and say through gritted teeth, "My insufferable, dearest husband, will you please open the jar for me?"
Caleb grins, twisting the lid off with ease; an act which leaves you infuriated rather than impressed. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Instantly you snatch it back, whispering something incomprehensible under your breath although Caleb catches the wisp of a word like jar opener. However, before you can walk away, your husband reaches for your wrist, tugging you back.
"Next time you are mad at me..." He pauses, weighing his next words carefully, "...just say so, hmm?"
With that, he seals his request with a chaste kiss to your forehead.
Your heartbeat seems to have increased by a mile—thumping inside your ribcage so hard that you can hear it. A heat spread over your cheek and ears. You let out a huff to shroud the fluster in your being.
"Next time, I am poisoning your food."
To which, Caleb laughs—that stupidly annoying laughter that makes you weak in your knees—before stealing another kiss on your lips.
"Then I'll just have to eat it, pipsqueak."
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