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Sylus
Drabbles (all cross posted on ao3)
Hostile 🔞
Adorned 🔞
Paroxysm
We're Matching!
Forgive Me?
Stay With Me
Caleb
Drabbles (all cross posted on ao3)
Hang Up
Last Minute Confessions 🔞
Hyperemesis Gravidarum
Wife
Hair Care
Tipping Point🔞
Aftermath of Last Night
Watching Over You
Cleaning Day
Don't Cross The Line
On His Knees
WIP
Every Wish (ao3)🔞
Summary: getting Caleb wound up only for him to take over… which is exactly what you want.
Word count: 760
Tags/warnings: switch!Caleb, implied smut, established relationship, reader loves to tease.
A/n: I need this man oh my lord.
You thought it was the most amusing thing in the world. Caleb had always looked at you like you hung the moon, so naturally he jumped at the opportunity to please you in any way.
Growing up, you’d taken advantage of this by getting him to do your homework, take you shopping, even going so far as to buy you a car.
Now that he was your boyfriend, recently graduated from the DAA, and the rookie fighter pilot known for his exceptional skills, it was all the more satisfying that you could reduce him to a puddle under your fingertips.
You’d climbed onto his lap while he was watching a documentary; you didn’t know what it was about, but it certainly wasn’t more important than you. His eyes immediately snapped to yours, a small quirk in his brow to question your motives. With only an innocent smile for an answer, you began small with a hug, burying your face in his neck.
“Hi to you, too,” he mumbled softly as one hand came to caress your waist. Your fingertip traced a long line down the side of his neck, and you enjoyed feeling the shiver that went through his entire body. After he seemed used to that sensation, you moved slightly, using a nail to gently caress the spot just behind his ear while simultaneously kissing just below his jaw.
A small groan escaped him as his grip on you tightened. You moved your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him in place as you continued kissing up his neck slowly, making sure to bite his skin softly but deeply as you went.
He was trembling all over at this point, documentary clearly forgotten as he held your waist. Your teeth gently nibbled his earlobe and you could almost hear his eyes rolling back as his head fell to the side, allowing you more room.
“What’s got you so flustered, Cay? It’s not like we haven’t kissed like this before…” you mumbled in his ear, your voice so innocent but your thoughts anything but.
“P-pips…” he trailed off with a loud, shaky sigh as you licked and kissed down his jawline. The action made his hips roll the smallest bit, but the way he held you in place meant you felt everything. You moaned in his ear and that seemed to snap whatever restraint he’d been trying to maintain.
In an instant, your back was pressed against the couch and he had your hips pinned in place with his own. His face was more flushed than you’d thought it would be, but it was his eyes that wrecked your insides. They were molten, almost dazed, pupils blown and stunning as his blush highlighted what was left of the purple irises you loved.
“You know your moans are my favorite sound,” he breathed before attacking your mouth. You tried to maintain a semblance of control, shoving your tongue against his and biting his lower lip hard but all that did was making his hips rocks against yours in a pace that made it hard to remember what your original goal was.
“That’s it, Pretty. Give me more,” he said between kisses as your leg moved higher on his waist, giving him more room to wreck you. It wasn’t long before it wasn't enough for either of you. You pulled his shirt off and he unbuttoned yours, throwing the fabric open wide and leaning down to kiss the swell of your breasts as you arched your back and held on to his shoulders.
He kissed a trail up to your mouth with the same agonizing slowness that you had teased him with earlier, huffing a laugh when he gave you a look that clearly meant ‘payback’ before he kissed you fully.
Your hands slid down his chest and abdomen, gently scratching with your nails as you went, earning more delicious noises from him before you got to the button of his pants. You opened it with a pop and pushed the zipper down slowly, fully feeling how hard he was.
“Need some help with this?” You asked as you palmed him through his boxers, making his hips jerk into your hand.
“Fuck,” he mumbled close to your cheek, his hand coming down to grip your wrist. “You first,” he insisted, moving to rid your body of the pesky clothes in his way.
As he knelt between your legs, you couldn’t help but smile as your fingers ran through his hair.
Summary: after a small fight, Caleb and mc are sharing a bed and someone’s not happy about it.
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: sharing a bed trope (can’t believe I haven’t done this one yet), a little angst but barely, somewhat involuntary cuddling, a small amount of fluff, established relationship.
Based off of this TikTok
You know what they say: don’t go to sleep angry, but that seemed exactly what she was determined to do. To be fair, he was a little upset, too.
She had called and asked for help on a mission; nothing major, just a few stray wanderers and he was glad she’d called! She hardly ever did since they’d started dating, telling him she didn’t want to watch him get hurt. He’d nearly swooned at that.
So when she called, he felt like it was his lucky day. They approached together and quickly took out two of the three wanderers easily but the third was what started this whole thing.
The creature was decently powerful, nothing she couldn’t handle by herself, but Caleb, in a moment of panic, had used his Evol to push her out of the way of an attack and kept her pinned to the floor while he decimated the wanderer. She had been yelling at him the whole time, basically ordering him to let her go, but he ignored her outright until nothing was left of the wanderer but a subpar protocore.
“CALEB!” She screamed again. He turned and immediately released his Evol, arms outstretched to embrace her. He was relieved that she was alright but his smile faded when she slapped his hands away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She yelled again, shoving his chest.
“Wha-?” He breathed heavily, still panting from exertion.
“I had it handled! Why did you push me out of the way like that?! I can take care of myself!”
And that’s how the argument began. They went back and forth, each trying to defend their side: Caleb saying he thought the wanderer was going to side swipe her while she argued that she saw it coming and was prepared to dodge. Eventually, Caleb realized he’d overreacted and apologized, but she still wasn’t convinced.
“At least let me clean you up at my place,” he offered gently. Even though she’d only taken a few hits, he hated seeing the small cuts on her cheekbone and arms.
“Fine,” was all the answer he got before they went for a very silent car ride.
She huffed constantly, and even though he knew saying something would make it worse, he couldn’t help but remember when she did the same exact thing as kids whenever she didn’t get something she wanted.
“Wipe that smile off your face, Caleb,” she snapped. He hadn't realized he’d done that, but quickly schooled his features.
“You can take a shower here if you want,” he said as he unlocked his front door.
“Whatever,” she said, but stomped towards his bathroom anyway. He sighed fondly, shaking his head a bit before going to the kitchen to make some tea and a small meal for them.
She emerged some time later, seemingly less irritated but she didn’t say a word to him as she accepted the drink from his hands.
They ate in silence and it made Caleb fidget. He was used to the silent treatment but never for this long.
“It’s late. You should stay the night and rest properly.”
“Is my room ready?” She asked. He tried not to wince.
“Uh, actually no. I was deep cleaning before you called and the mattress is still drying from when I cleaned it.”
“So your room is the only one with a functional bed?” She all but accused.
“Well… yeah. Sorry.”
Back to the silent treatment it seemed. She gulped down the rest of her drink and stomped towards the bathroom to brush and dry her hair. He desperately wanted to offer his help, but he didn’t think he could take a rejection from her at this point.
He took a quick shower, ignoring the pain he felt in his back from the battle, and changed into his pajamas.
When he opened the shower door, she was already on his bed, scrolling through her phone and pointedly ignoring him.
He dried and combed his hair before tentatively going to his side of the bed. As soon as he sat down, she spoke.
“Look,” she started, to which he snapped his head up to meet her gaze. “Here’s the line.” She drew an invisible line down the center of the bed. “Don’t cross it.” Her glare was startlingly beautiful and he dumbly nodded, gulping as she narrowed her eyes further. “I mean it, Caleb. Don’t touch me.”
He had to admit, it hurt hearing those words from his girlfriend, but he just nodded again and mumbled a quiet “alright”.
She turned her back towards him and put her phone on the nightstand before burrowing herself in his comforter.
He desperately wanted to at least kiss her head goodnight, but he didn’t want to push her, so he simply laid on his back with a hand behind his head and tried to sleep.
Sleep never came.
Not long after she’d fallen asleep, she’d turned over and faced him. When she wasn’t scowling at him, her features were stunning and peaceful. He allowed himself a small smile, assuring himself that he would do anything she wanted tomorrow to apologize and help his case, but then she moved again.
Still asleep, she reached for his arm and wrapped herself around it, nuzzling her face against his shoulder and dammit Caleb was sure he’d die from cuteness overload. With his free hand, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm his racing heart. He glanced down at her and suppressed a groan, laying his arm over his eyes so he wouldn’t be subjected to the impending heart attack he felt coming on.
He didn’t move for several minutes, debating with himself on how mad she would be if he let her stay there. In his defense, he hadn’t touched her, she touched him and he simply let her. He wasn’t in the wrong here, right?
After some time, he decided that no matter what, he would probably be in trouble in the morning if she was touching him in any way, so why not get comfortable?
He gently took one of her arms, releasing his from her hold, guiding her to rest her head in his chest before wrapping his once captive arm around her where it belonged.
She didn’t wake, but molded herself against his side like normal and even hiked her leg over his hips. He smirked, happy with the fact that even in her sleep, she knew she wanted to be as close to him as possible. His other hand came to rest on her thigh, rubbing it back and forth, before resting his chin on top of her head.
“I know I’ll be in trouble in the morning, so sorry in advance, Pipsqueak,” he whispered. “I love you.”
Summary: Mc is hurt while fighting wanderers with Sylus and he takes care of her... even when the hospital staff asks some interesting questions.
Word count: 1.2k
The pain radiating through her leg was nearly suffocating. A wanderer had blindsided her and if she had to guess, shattered her leg. Stray tears ran down her face as she clutched her knee as if that would stop the burn. She watched as Sylus finished off the wanderers one by one before running to her side.
“Let’s go to the hospital,” he said as he gathered her gently into his arms, though it didn’t stop the shriek that escaped her mouth or the wince from him.
Sweat felt like it was running down her entire body as Sylus navigated the nearly empty streets of Linkon at a speed she was sure would impress even the most seasoned officers.
He didn’t even bother parking the car as they reached the emergency room; he only stopped on the curb closest to the door and ran to her side to pull her once again into his embrace.
“Someone come help her NOW!” he shouted as they entered the deserted room. Several nurses surrounded her, guiding him to lay her on a gurney while a doctor asked what happened. Sylus explained as best as he could without getting her in trouble before he heard her scream once again.
“The next person to touch her will-”
“I’m fine!” She cut him off quickly, managing to catch his eye and give him a warning glare. He only huffed and crossed his arms before taking a step to the side so a small woman could hang an I.V. bag of fluid above the bed.
After a few minutes of frazzled care, the doctor said she would definitely need an x-ray, to which she requested that Sylus join her. A small smile graced his face, not the normal smirk she’d become so accustomed to, but a genuine smile that made her stomach flutter.
The technician that would be doing the exam asked them both to wear heavy aprons and as they placed her leg in the correct position, they asked a few questions though she could barely answer as tears were still streaming down her face.
“Kitten?” Sylus asked, reaching out to hold her hand, which she squeezed tightly as the final adjustment to her leg was made.
“It hurts,” she managed to say.
“Just one more question before we start. This is important with our female patients. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
“No,” she answered quickly, blushing at the insinuation. The room became very still and quiet after that one word. The tech glanced at Sylus, then to their joined hands before speaking again.
“...Are you sure?” Sylus had to dip his head down to hide the laugh that nearly forced its way out while the poor pain ridden, embarrassed girl simply reaffirmed her answer.
“Very well. This should only take a few minutes.” The technician stepped behind a wall and began operating the machine.
Sylus was still trying to hold back his laughter and was clearly having a hard time.
“Not a word, Sy,” she grumbled, turning her head so he hopefully couldn’t see the burn still staining her cheeks.
“I didn’t say anything, Sweetie. Although I’ve been wondering if you were keeping something from me. You should have told me sooner that we were expecting,” he teased, and she could tell he had that ridiculously handsome smirk on his face.
“Don’t even start! We’re not even dating or anything like that. They just got the wrong idea…”
“If you say so,” he replied before rubbing his thumb over her own. “We could always prove them right if you wanted.” His tone was downright sinful and she knew he was just messing with her, but instead of smacking him like she normally would, she had to settle for rolling her eyes so she didn’t mess up the positioning of her leg.
“Alright, you’re all done. The images should be ready within half an hour, but until then, we’re going to start a morphine drip for the pain.”
“Thank you,” she answered softly, letting Sylus move her once again to the gurney. The small shared room they directed her to was mercifully empty, probably because it was so late at night. Or early in the morning. At this point, she didn’t really know or care.
He continued to hold her hand as the morphine began to take effect, turning the searing burn in her leg to a dull ache.
“Feeling a little better, Kitten?” He asked quietly. She only nodded but tried to look at him, though her head felt a little fuzzy and her eyes wouldn’t focus quite right.
“Sy? What are you doing here?” she slurred, making him smirk a little.
“I’ve been here the whole time. Don't you remember what happened?”
“I got hurt fighting a wanderer. You’ll never believe how big it was!” she raised her hand high in the air, making the I.V. slip up her arm.
“I think I would, considering I was there, Sweetie,” he said, reaching up to bring her arm back down to the bed.
“It was HUGE! You should have seen it,” she said, eyes wide as she tried to recall it.
“Once again, I was there,” he said, openly smiling at her behavior. “Don’t worry, I avenged your leg. There’s nothing left of it but a protocore.”
“Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” she cooed at him, poking his cheek with her free hand.
“I’ve never claimed to be anything of the sort,” he joked, prying her finger away from his face. “I wonder… Is this what you’re like when you’re drunk?”
“I haven’t been drunk in a loooooong time, Sy,” she slurred again. “But probably.”
“How entertaining,” he said, and ever the opportunist, he decided to push a little more. “When part of my vinyl collection went missing, you said it was the twins. Was it actually?”
“No, I borrowed a couple and lost them, but I would guess they’re still somewhere in my apartment.”
“Little thief,” he teased. “Alright. The last time you said no to playing my counterpart at an auction, you said it was because you were sick. What really happened?”
“I was sick! Just sick of you ditching me at random points in the night,” she replied as though it was obvious.
He moved his chair a little closer to her shoulder. “That’s not fair, Kitten. I need to attend those meetings and I’d rather that greedy eyes not fall on you.”
“Whatever,” she said as she waved a hand in front of her. “Still not fun being alone there. It’s more fun spending time with you.”
His eyes widened a fraction before a deeply dangerous smile spread across his face. “Is that so? Why is that?”
The question seemed to sober her up a fraction, but not enough to stop her answer.
“I like you. When we’re together, I have more fun than I’ve had in years. Except for tonight. Tonight kind of sucked.”
They both chuckled together and he renewed his grip on her hand.
“I have fun with you, too, Sweetie. I treasure our time together.” That made her smile, but he could see her eyes starting to droop. “You should get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Promise?” she said, settling down into the bed a little further, asleep before he could respond.
“Promise,” he answered, leaning in to kiss her temple softly and letting another small smile grace his lips.
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Summary: Sylus wins an elusive stuffy for you at the claw machine and his reward is better than he expected.
Word count: 425
You crowded the claw machine, a toy you’d wanted for what seemed like weeks was incredibly stubborn and you began to wonder if the owner had glued it down. It barely ever moved.
You’d dragged Sylus to the machine and ordered him to get the stuffy for you. He smirked and called you a demanding kitten and attempted to get the toy a few times before he noticed something was off.
He didn’t want to ruin the game for you so he gently used his Evol to move the magnet that was holding the plush down. After that, it only took him one try to get it and to say you were overjoyed was an understatement.
You were squealing, jumping, and yanking his arm this way and that and he couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his elegant features.
The toy eventually dropped into the bin and you wasted no time squatting down to grab it.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” You kept repeating, hardly looking at him as you turned the stuffy this way and that, admiring it.
You didn’t know what overcame you, but you suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and dragged his mouth down to yours. It wasn’t a small peck either, it was a long lingering searing kiss that made Sylus’ eye go wide. This was the first time you’d ever kissed. You could barely call what you two were doing ‘dating’, but that apparently didn’t matter at the moment.
You pulled away and suddenly you saw the shock in his face and how his eye was glowing just slightly before you realized what you’d done. You felt the blood drain from your face and immediately rush back as you went through the five stages of grief so fast it gave you whiplash.
“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
His face fell slightly at that and you back pedaled hard.
“That’s not what I meant! I just mean I was so excited and I wasn’t really thinking and I guess I just acted on instinct and-“
“Instinct? Your first instinct is to kiss me when I win you a plush?” He asked, a smirk spreading across his fast.
“W-well…” you didn’t know what to say to that so you just hid your face in the soft material of the toy and groaned. The next thing you knew, the machine was cheering and you peeked out slightly.
In front of you, Sylus held out another stuffy with a smug grin.
Summary: Sylus misses his partner, who hasn’t responded to his texts or calls for TWO WHOLE DAYS.
Word count: ~1k
He hadn’t heard from you in two days. Normally, this wouldn't be cause for concern, considering how long your missions typically lasted, but he knew for a fact, that you weren’t on a mission and that you hadn’t left your apartment in that time. Mephisto had been perched on a streetlight in front of your building the whole time. Which begged the question:
Why weren’t you texting him back?
Sylus prided himself on being a patient man. He’d recently found the limits of the trait with a particular hunter who just couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
Many missions they went on together could have been seriously compromised by her wandering touches and inappropriate timing, and others where she dutifully, maybe overly, played what she liked to call “arm candy” went slightly awry when she unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt just to kiss the newly exposed skin in front of dangerous people.
The point was, radio silence for two days was suspicious boarding on nervewracking.
In his head, Sylus told himself there could be many logical reasons why you weren’t responding to him. Maybe your shitty little phone finally broke and he could buy you a new one. Maybe you were trying to rile him up as foreplay by ignoring him. In any scenario, he was going to check on you.
He was in front of your door before he could really comprehend what he was going to do after he got his hands on you. There was no answer to his knock and his heart rate sped up. What if you’d been kidnapped and he just didn’t notice it? What if Mephisto had missed it by just a few minutes?
Using the spare key you’d given him months ago, he unlocked the door and gently pushed it open. There were no discernible sounds coming from anywhere in your apartment. He walked through silently, looking for signs of struggle and thankfully found none. Only several empty bowls in your sink.
After a moment, he heard a groan come from your room. Panic once again seized his heart and his expression hardened as he stomped quickly in your direction. As he entered your room, several emotions washed over him; relief, annoyance, empathy.
You were laying in your bed, clearly not awake enough to notice him but still alive and well, for the most part. This was why you weren’t responding? You could have easily sent him a quick text saying “hey Sylus, I’m super sick and can’t talk for a while. Sorry”. When a small groan left your throat again, his expression softened.
Your body was buried under a pile of blankets all the way up to your nose, which looked red along with the rest of your face. It looked like you had been trying to sleep it off without any luck.
He knelt next to you and brushed the hair from your sticky forehead. Your whole body was trembling like you were frozen, and he knew you were probably sore, too.
“I’m here now, Sweetie. I’ve got you,” he mumbled lowly, hoping his voice would somehow get through to you even while you slept.
Without another word, he stood and went straight to the corner store down the street. He stocked up on medicine, drinks, cough drops, and anything else he thought might help even a little bit.
When he got back, you were still sleeping, but not soundly. Your breath was ragged and your body was shaking harder. He pained him to see you like this.
“Kitten, you need to wake up and come with me,” he said, trying to rub her arm softly to coax her back to consciousness. Her brows knit together as she struggled to open her eyes. When she was finally able to focus on him, she looked confused.
“Sylus?” Her voice sounded terrible and probably felt like sandpaper.
“We need to get you in the bath, Sweetie. You have a fever.”
She only nodded and began untangling herself from the fortress of blankets as Sylus began to run the water and add salts that would hopefully help.
He watched as she rubbed her throat, wincing as he did, and grab one of the sports drinks he left on her nightstand.
“Come on, darling, let’s get you in,” he said softly, holding her waist to guide her into the en suite.
Even after a long bath, he could still feel her shivering from her side of the bed. She’d wrapped herself in most of the duvet so the only part of Sylus that was covered was his right thigh, not that he minded.
“Sweetie,” he began. “Won’t you let me in?” With a small tug on the blanket, she didn’t have the strength to resist much, which only made his brows draw together.
As soon as his hand brushed her still feverish skin, she turned and in record time, tangled their legs together and shoved her face into his chest, wrapping the blanket around them both as Sylus hummed in appreciation at this development.
“You’re adorable when you’re sick,” he murmured in her ear, signature smirk in place though it was softer than normal.
“Yeah, well I definitely don’t feel adorable,” you groaned back, voice hoarse.
“Unfortunately, you don’t look it either, but the way you’re nuzzling into me to steal my warmth is very endearing.”
He chuckled at the glare she tried to give him, and got comfortable next to her. With one arm below her head, he used the other to gently caress her back, trying his best to disperse the ache he knew was there.
“Sleep, Kitten,” he said, kissing her forehead as she settled closer to him. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
“SYLUS!” Her voice carried throughout that base and he instantly stiffened.
He groaned internally, already pushing aside the paperwork he had been hunched over for the past hour to ready himself for her tantrum.
The doors of his office burst open and her face, gorgeous as always, was twisted in righteous fury. She stood in front of his desk, hip jutted out with crossed arms as she glared at him.
“Did you kill another assassin without even telling me I was being tailed?”
He smirked, trying to play it off.
“And why do you think I did anything, Kitten?”
She held a hand up. “Don’t even try. The twins told me everything.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Those damned boys… He’d need to teach them a lesson about privacy. They’ve always seemed a little loose lipped when it came to her.
“Sweetie, I promise he was alive when I left him,” he tried again.
“Let me guess. A slashed femoral artery?”
Damn. She knew him too well, but at the same time he loved that fact. He rose to his full height, slowly rounding the desk before sitting on the surface right in front of her. He reached to grab her waist but she swatted his hands away.
“Now, now, Kitten. There’s no need for your claws at the moment,” he stated with a sly grin, this time just brushing the back of his fingers along her jaw.
“You know how I feel about you killing people for me! It’s completely unnecessary! I can take care of myself,” she ranted, though she made no move to push his hand away. He would take a mile with the inch she’d given.
“I know, darling, but it’s so much more fun when I get to do things for you.” This time when he reached for her, she didn’t move. His large hand covered a good portion of her side, reminding him again of how much bigger he was than her.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she grumbled, although her hands tangled themselves in the hair on his nape unconsciously. Naturally, he let himself be drawn in, peppering light kisses and sucking along her neck.
She sighed, rolling her head back to give him more access which he gladly took advantage of. Her grip tightened as he slid his hand under her loose t-shirt, rubbing soothing circles on her hip with his thumb. The way her chest was heaving had him smirking against her skin, sliding his hand higher underneath her shirt and humming with satisfaction as she trembled and arched into his grip further.
With little to no resistance left in her, he grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled it up so it was resting on the desk next to his hip.
His lips moved lower, decorating her collarbone with small red marks and he continued downward. The shiver he felt go through her was addictive.
“Are you trying to seduce me into forgetting what I was mad about?” She breathed.
“Is it working?” He asked slyly, biting her clavicle just enough to earn a gasp.
“…Maybe,” she relented, using her grip on his hair to yank his mouth away from her skin, allowing her to kiss him deeply.
He craved this- her mouth on his, gripping his shoulder and pulling him impossibly closer. Her hand fisted in his shirt, pulling him slightly away from his desk so he towered above her.
She was trying to guide him somewhere, he guessed, although he didn’t let her get far. He quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her up easily, like she weighed no more than a petal, pushing her against the bookcase closest to his desk.
They were both panting at this point, lost in the sensations they gave each other, a preamble to what Sylus was eager for. His tongue invaded her mouth and he wanted to bottle up the sound she made, replaying it over and over on the lonely nights she was deployed on her missions.
He tugged her shirt up and over her head quickly, not bothering to pay attention to where it landed and she quickly dropped her hands to begin unbuttoning his, letting him kiss and lick her neck as she worked. He noted with a swell of pride that her hands were shaking, making her task take longer than necessary.
When the last button was finally released, she tugged the fabric from his waistband and tried to push it off his shoulders.
“Hold on to me, Kitten,” he growled out, using his hips to pin her against the wall as he nearly tore the shirt from his frame.
He finally got his hands back on her and noted the goose flesh that erupted all over her skin. Her pupils were blown and her lips were pink and swollen, plus the color all over her face was enough to tell him what she needed, which he was more than willing to provide.
“Tell me, Sweetie…” he started between kisses to her jaw. “What were you so upset about earlier?”
“Umm…” she mumbled, biting her lower lip as he sucked just below her ear. With the way she was gripping his shoulders, he didn’t think she had any intention of answering.
“Come on,” he urged with a particularly mean roll of his hips. “Let me hear your grievances. I’ll make it up to you.”
“How?” She asked, trying to get him to move so she could kiss him properly. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“Guess.”
~~~
When they were thoroughly exhausted and the sun was starting to peek through the gaps in his curtains, he watched her as she came down from her high.
“Just so you know,” she said, voice shaky between her breathy pants. “That won’t work every time I’m mad at you.”
He huffed out a breath as he pulled out of her.
“You’ve said that the last… let’s see… five times, Sweetie. Forgive me if I can’t take you at your word.” He teased, pulling her into his arms. “Do you even remember why you stormed into my office in the first place?”
It's Caleb's sweet sixteen and he knows just how to spend it! Here's a little snippet and the link!
“CALEB!” She yelled, jumping on the couch beside him and hitting him repeatedly on his chest and shoulder and arm and wherever she could reach. “We have to do something amazing this year! It’s non-negotiable!” She continued swatting at him as his laughter filled the room. In her haze of disbelief and righteous fury, she hadn’t realized she’d nearly straddled him to reach more of his chest to hit.
But then she saw the faint dusting of pink on his ears and across his face…
He held her wrists in the space between them and he was sure he was staring a little too hard, then he saw the moment she realized their position.
It wasn’t often she got embarrassed so fast, but he always enjoyed watching. Her face got red in record time, her jaw slightly dropping in shock, and her entire frame began to shake slightly.
“S-sorry!” She shouted as she jumped out of his grip. “Just think of some things you want to do.” He watched as she walked quickly to her room and slammed the door shut.
The breath he’d been holding finally released as a shaky sigh and he pinched the bridge of his nose. It felt like each passing day was another challenge. He wanted more, more than he probably should, and she made it so hard to reign in his desires.
Well, if she was hellbent on doing whatever he wanted on his birthday, he wouldn’t hold back.
Summary: Caleb and Mc are cleaning the house, but Caleb suffers due to mc’s choice of attire lol
Word count: 1518
Content warning: implied smut (if you squint)
Fanart by readyplayermari on insta!
Maybe it was the way her exposed skin gleamed with a hint of sweat, or how she sang softly under her breath as she wiped down the counter… in any case, Caleb loved cleaning day.
It was a ritual they’d had since they were little. They would pick a weekend, make a ton of treats, and then blast music while they deep cleaned the house.
This time, Caleb was more eager than ever. The same crop top and shorts she always wore haunted his dreams in the best way. She’d outgrown the outfit years ago but he wasn’t about to tell her that. The white ribbed tank top stretched tightly over her chest, and her cherry printed shorts barely covered the swell of her ass… he tried not to think about it too much.
“Ready?” She asked him with a determined look on her face, holding up a fist.
“Ready, Pips. Let’s get cleaning,” he responded, bumping his fist against hers.
They worked like they were playing a duet. He would use his Evol to lift up furniture, she would vacuum underneath and repeat. He always offered to hoist her onto his shoulder so she could reach the top of bookshelves or cabinets, and she always accepted. He was sure he’d gained enough strength to keep her there for hours if he wanted to, and god did he want to.
When she was dusting, he would put a soft hand on her waist to guide her out of his way as he wiped something nonexistent off the same shelf, claiming it was a stain or a spill that he’d missed. As she wiped down the mirrors in the bathrooms, she stood on her toes to reach the very top, and then Caleb was behind her, gently caressing her back as he took the towel from her hands and wiped the few inches she couldn’t reach.
Then they moved to their rooms. Caleb’s was easy, he was naturally clean and they only had to vacuum a little. Hers was a completely different story. There were clothes everywhere, products unorganized on her vanity, sheets that needed to be washed, and so many cups on her nightstand that he couldn’t believe she’d hoarded so many.
“Don’t judge,” she grumbled, starting to pick up random things.
“Totally not judging, Pipsqueak. Just-”
“Don’t even try to finish that sentence,” she snapped, glaring at him.
He held his arms up in surrender with a smirk he knew would bug her. As predicted, she ran to him and started smacking his chest.
“Caleb, you dummy!” She whined as he laughed, easily deflecting her blows until she huffed and resumed cleaning.
He decided to help with laundry, loading her bedsheets into the washing machine and making sure to add her favorite scent boosters. When he came back, she was at her vanity organizing her products by brand and use.
“Anything else I can do?” He asked.
“Ummmm, maybe just vacuum?” She offered.
“Sure thing,” he responded, already plugging the appliance in.
It was quick work, but he snuck glances at her. Sitting down, he could see all the curves she’d grown into the last few years. Her hair was long and shiny, and she was spraying multiple perfumes along her skin that he could just barely catch a whiff of.
Eventually, her clothes and bedsheets were washed and dried, making their last task in her room folding.
She danced along to a few pop songs as she put folded clothes away, inviting him to join and he’d just laugh and sway his shoulder a bit, which for some reason irked her. After rolling her eyes, she would grab his hands and make him dance with her. They would laugh together as she exaggerated his movements until he naturally began to dance too, making her grin widely.
These were the moments he lived for; her taking the initiative, getting to hold her in new ways he never thought would be possible.
Soon, they were mostly done with the house, all that was left was the kitchen. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the sink, her washing, him drying.
Their fingers would brush with each dish she passed him, and he could see her cheeks growing a little pink.
“Feelin’ warm, Pip?” He asked, a smirk apparent and a quirked eyebrow.
“Shut up,” she mumbled, shoving another plate into his hands. He chuckled and resumed his duties, but his whole right side tingled as she leaned herself against him.
As she turned off the faucet, she looked around, double checking to make sure they didn’t miss anything. She even walked around the house, glancing briefly through doorways and nodded with each clean room.
“Time for treats!” She announced, hopping onto the counter next to him and swinging her legs.
“What first?” Caleb asked, beckoning to the array of sweets they had baked together that morning.
“Hmmm, surprise me!” She insisted, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. He forced down a dry gulp before he blindly reached for a pastry.
He stood in front of her, never taking his eyes off her mouth as he pushed a small lemon cookie onto her tongue. Her pleased hum and smile made him want to give her as many sweets as she wanted, as long as she kept making those sounds.
“Another one,” she all but demanded, opening her mouth again. He huffed out a small laugh.
“So demanding,” he replied, though it sounded raspy even to himself.
He picked up a cinnamon danish and said, “take a bite,” so gently that he wasn’t sure she’d heard him. The flaky dough shattered around her lips and he unconsciously lifted a finger to her mouth right as her tongue darted out to clean it.
She accidentally licked his thumb and he held back a moan as she muttered a light “sorry!” And continued eating her treat.
This time, she didn’t even say anything. She just opened her mouth for another bite.
Caleb was trying not to breathe too heavily as he took in the sight of her. Small crumbs still on her bottom lip, crop top barely holding back her ample chest, and shorts ridden up so high that he wasn’t sure if they were considered shorts or underwear at this point.
And most of all, her eyes were still closed. She trusted him so much that she hadn’t bothered to open them this whole time. She looked so… delicious, and he wanted a bite.
He softly set down the danish and put one hand on the counter next to her leg. Without wasting another second, he brought his mouth down on hers, stifling the gasp she let out. His other hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting it in a way that would allow him more access.
He waited for her to respond or push him away or do anything, but she only sat there, stagnant. His stomach sank and he pulled away, ready to apologize for crossing a line but she chased his lips, winding her arms around his neck to pull him back in.
To say he rejoiced was an understatement. He wanted to worship the ground she walked on, make the countertop where she sat holy, record the noises she was making and play them over and over again until she gave him new ones.
Her tongue invaded his mouth and he could taste the treats he had fed her. As her hand gripped the back of his neck, the other slid down to grip at his shoulder, pulling him closer, and then his bicep.
His whole body shivered as he gripped the exposed skin of her torso, stroking it with his thumb and he continued attacking her mouth.
She pulled away just long enough to tilt her head the other way and kissed him again, using her legs to pull him in by his hips.
He groaned into her mouth, moving one hand to her exposed thigh while the other stroked her ribs. Her back arched into him, pushing her chest against his and that’s when he well and truly lost it.
“Fuck, Pips, you’ll kill me,” he mumbled against her mouth before licking her tongue. Her legs tightened around him and he took it another step forward.
He kissed and nipped his way down her neck, relishing the sighs and small shivers that went through her as he did. Her head fell back, giving him more room as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Took you long enough,” she breathed out.
“Huh?” He asked, still sucking on her skin lightly.
“You think I wore this stupid outfit because it’s comfy?” That made him freeze.
“But… you’ve been wearing it for years,” he stated and she just looked at him like he was the dumbest person she’d ever met… which he felt like at the moment.
“You’re a menace,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to his room. In the back of his mind, he knew he would probably need to wash his sheets after this, but it was cleaning day after all.
Summary: Caleb enjoys watching you sleep, but not for the reasons you think.
Word count: 465
Content warnings: fluff, vaguely implied smut.
Caleb loved watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way! In the way that he loved seeing you so peaceful and warm and soft.
Your nightly routine had barely changed since high school. You still took a hot shower and emerged smelling sweet with damp skin (which was his favorite part) and you did your skincare for however long. He watched you apply each product with care, eager for the lotion you always asked him to spread across your back.
Still in a towel, you would take your time choosing pajamas. Sometimes it was a simple crop top and shorts, other times it was just one of his shirts and nothing else. He knew those nights would always be fun.
After you fell asleep, the room was quiet, his bed was warm with you wrapped in his sheets. He enjoyed watching you try to find a comfortable position. Sometimes you would curl up in a ball on your side with your hands tucked under your chin. Others you would lay flat on your back with your arms under your pillow. The best was when you drifted to his side of the bed and threw a leg over his hips, clinging onto his torso like a koala.
In those moments, he would silently observe you. Your breathing and heartbeat were slow and even, when he rubbed your knee with his thumb you would sigh contentedly and bury your face into his chest.
It always made him smile when you subconsciously rubbed him back, your fingers slowly moving across his pec. Sometimes it was torture keeping his hands to himself, but then you would move your hand go his neck and stroke the hair on his nape and he would just melt.
When your hair fell in your face, he carefully caressed it behind your ear, making sure not to disturb you but letting himself linger and feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertip.
He always woke up before you, too. Throughout the night, you both moved a few times, ending up with him spooning you almost every morning. Your head was tucked under his chin and he could still smell the hair products from your shower.
Sometimes he would lay there, a small smile on his face with his eyes still closed, savoring these simple, careless moments with you. Other times, he would begin planting kisses to every inch of skin he had access to until you woke up moaning his name.
No matter how the morning started, it always ended with you both cuddled up on the couch, drinking coffee or tea together, talking about plans for the day or memories you treasured.
A/n: in my opinion, Caleb could be totally creepy about watching and just not know it or care lol 😝
Summary: You’ve gone a little crazy missing Sylus while he’s on a business trip and made a… questionable purchase.
Word count: 1082
Content warnings: fluff, reader is an impulse shopper, Sylus is very happy with the purchase, implied smut.
You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it. The black card in your wallet suddenly weighed a ton and your fingers itched to grab it. Maybe it was because Sylus had been on a business trip for the last ten days with only a few texts and a daily call to let you know he was still alive, but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t too proud to say that you missed him terribly, or that you’ve resorted to wearing his clothes to feel just a little bit closer to him when his side of the bed was empty and cold.
You kept staring at the mannequins displaying a new line of spring clothing, wondering if you were, in fact, that desperate…
You were.
With reddening cheeks, you left the store with a small bag, hoping Sylus would ignore the charge on his card. After all, with his encouragement, you’d been using it more and more since you two had gotten engaged. You eyed the ring on your finger with a small smile before continuing.
To take your mind off your most recent purchase, you opted to go to several other stores, buying new jewelry or shoes to hopefully throw Sylus off the trail.
The drive home was fairly boring with no music from your multiple playlists to catch your attention. It was only when you pulled into the spacious garage of the compound that saw your favorite black car finally back in its place and your heart nearly hopped out of your chest. Its presence could only mean one thing.
You nearly sprinted to the elevator leading up to the penthouse, jamming the top floor button the entire ride up to make it go faster.
As soon as the door opened, you jogged into the master bedroom, immediately locking eyes with the fiance you’ve missed so terribly.
A slow grin grew on his face.
“Surprise, Kitten. I’m home early.” You smiled back at him before dropping the several shopping bags in your hands and running to him. He stood quickly and caught you mid-jump and chuckled when you locked your legs around his waist. “I suppose I was missed?”
“More than you could even imagine, Sy.” You breathed in his scent, letting the familiar aroma soak back into your skin where it belonged, and let out a contented sigh. “How long have you been back?”
“Only about twenty minutes.”
“Did everything go okay?” You asked, slowly letting yourself fall back to your feet, but keeping your arms tight around his neck.
“Couldn’t have gone better, Sweetie. I just couldn’t bear to be away from you any longer.”
At that, you stood on your toes to kiss him. It was long and deep, just what you needed after so long apart.
Feeling emboldened by his sudden presence and the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you broke away with an excited smile.
“I got a present for you.” The eagerness in your voice made him quirk an eyebrow.
“Should I be nervous?” He questioned.
“…Only a little bit,” you relented. After retrieving the discarded bag, you held it out to him, playfulness swimming in your eyes. He only gave you an amused, questioning look before reaching inside.
He held up the scrap of fabric that could scarcely be called a thong on one finger, eyeing it appreciatively.
“Although I appreciate the thought, I don’t think they’re my size, Kitten,” he joked with that smirk that drove you wild in the best ways.
“Oops! That one’s mine. Keep looking,” you encouraged, taking your pair from his hand. He grabbed the last item from the bag and looked at it in his palm.
“Boxers?” He questioned.
“That match with my underwear!” You exclaimed, but your cheeks were on fire. You really hadn’t thought this through.
He was silent before a rich laugh came from deep in his chest. After examining them carefully, he noticed that both pairs of underwear sported what looked like tiny pomegranates. Some were bitten into, others were whole, and some were empty shells.
“Why don’t you try them on?” I’ll do the same,” you suggested, running to the en suite to change. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if he would even like them, let alone wear them.
You stripped yourself of almost all your clothes besides your bra and slipped on your new thong. You turned in the mirror, this way and that, and you had to admit they were really cute on you. Though you weren’t sure if Sylus would feel the same about his since they weren’t his usual style.
“Ready?” You called out. A low hum came from the other side of your door and you stepped out, running straight into his bare chest. “Oof! Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”
“You look adorable, Kitten.” He said it so nonchalantly, but you didn’t miss the way his eye was glowing slightly as it raked over your nearly naked form. You looked down and saw he actually did put on your gift and they fit him perfectly.
“I could say the same about you, mister, though I think we look pretty damn awesome matching together!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the floor length mirror in the corner. “Let’s take a pic!”
You posed, pushing yourself into his side and hooking your free thumb into the waistband of your own garment. Sylus followed your lead and copied the pose, slinging his other arm over your shoulders.
“I’m assuming this was one of the charges I saw on my card earlier?”
You nodded and tossed your phone onto the chair next to the mirror, opting to run your hands up his stomach and chest slowly.
“What else did you buy?” He asked, clenching his teeth as he brought a hand to your wrist.
“Maybe a few other things… for your viewing pleasure.”
“I can’t wait to see them,” he smirked, tucking his thumb barely under the elastic of your thong.
“Surprised?”
“Of course. And you were right,” he said, gripping your hips and slowly guiding you towards his bed.
“About what?”
“We do look ‘awesome’ matching…” he paused to kiss you deeply, licking your bottom lip and pulling away before you could respond. “Although I think this new purchase would look better matching on the floor.”
You grinned and pulled him back in for a searing kiss.
You’d missed him so much, but you couldn’t deny that he was right. The ‘His & Hers’ matching underwear looked even better off.
Thank you to @brookethebitch-official for beta reading this!
Summary: While watching Caleb play basketball, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous at all the attention he was getting...
Word count: 971
A/n: I think I posted this before but took it down. Hopefully this time it sticks!
She couldn’t believe his stamina. After going who knows how many rounds with Caleb the night prior, he was still bouncing on his toes at the outdoor basketball court like he had energy left to burn. Meanwhile, she had to measure her steps with great care to make sure her knees wouldn’t buckle as she walked.
But God, she had never been happier.
Her thighs ached as she adjusted in her seat, trying to get a better view of her boyfriend across the court. As they made eye contact, he smiled brightly at her, three girls on her right squealed loudly.
“Did you see that!? He smiled at me!” One of them boasted excitedly.
“No way! He was totally looking at me!” Another argued.
“Whatever,” the last one said, tossing her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly, evidently regaining her composure. “We all know Caleb likes me.”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their antics, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot of possessiveness starting to coil in her gut. The girls continued to argue amongst themselves, slowly turning their attention back towards Caleb, who was none the wiser, bouncing the ball idly in front of him as his team talked strategy.
She made an infinitesimal adjustment and winced as her lower back protested the movement.
‘I'm going to kill him,’ she thought, as the memories of last night swirled in her head, she decided his punishment would probably be enjoyable for both of them.
The whistle startled her out of her thoughts as she watched as Caleb moved gracefully across the court, passing and catching the ball easily, like he could do it blindfolded.
She cheered him on along with most of the students in the bleachers, only stopping to subtly glare at the group of girls who were relentlessly trying to get his attention.
Eventually, half time came with the shrill blow of a whistle and Caleb wasted no time jogging to stand in front of his girlfriend.
“Hey! Have some water,” he started, holding an unopened bottle for her to grab. “Your throat must be sore from cheering for me so loudly,” he finished with a teasing grin.
She snatched the bottle from his hand and opened it, holding it out for him instead.
“My throat is just fine, thank you. The rest of me? Not so much,” she added with a playful glare. She caught him hiding a satisfied smirk as he took a large gulp of water.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the three girls whispering amongst themselves. Looks of appraisal shot towards Caleb, and derision pointed at her. He must have asked her a question because when she didn’t answer, he waved a hand in front of her face.
“Still with me?” He questioned, subtly following her line of sight. When she leaned forward to grasp the bottom hem of his tank top to tug him towards her a little, her nail scratched the vein hidden under his navel. An accident of course, but the effect was immediate. His face, already flushed from running up and down the court in such heat, reddened further, and the blush on his cheeks spread to his neck.
With a slight cough to clear his throat, along with another sip of water, he schooled his expression into one she was probably too familiar with: taunting.
“I didn’t take you for the type to get jealous so easily, Pipsqueak. I’m flattered.” His grin was both infuriating and gorgeous, but she wouldn’t let him win that easily.
“Jealous?” She leaned closer despite the ache in her torso, eyes slightly hooded. His own widened slightly, clouding over like he was under a spell. “Jealousy implies wanting something that isn’t yours. You’re already mine, Caleb.”
He swore under his breath and his head fell to rest on her shoulder.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, but she was too busy glancing at the girls a few seats away from her with a sly smile. “Want me to prove it?” he asked, face pressed into the crook of her neck.
“Prove what?”
“That I’m yours.”
“And how would you do that?” She inquired, leaning back so he could see her face her again. He only moved his arms to rest on either side of her, caging her in. More flashbacks from last night brought a blush to her cheeks.
“I have a few ideas…” he trailed off with a wicked grin. Before she could answer, the whistle blew again and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. In front of everybody, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
As he pulled away, he quickly tugged his tank top up and over his head, tossing it to her as he took a few steps back.
“Hang on to that for me, will you?” He grinned, giving her a wink before turning to jog towards his team.
Heat immediately rushed towards her face and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the yell threatening to come out.
His back looked absolutely wrecked, long red scratch marks decorated almost every inch, some even looking like they were beginning to bruise. Others looked like she had actually managed to draw blood. And the single bite mark on his right pec didn’t do anything to help her case.
Her head snapped up at the sound of riotous yells coming from his team. They were slapping his shoulders and shaking him teasingly, playfully taking pictures of his marred skin.
She caught Caleb’s eye over his shoulder and he winked at her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk that grew when she glanced sideways, raising an eyebrow at the girls who were still glaring daggers at her.
Summary: Caleb has had it with you trying to meet up with other guys and takes matters into his own hands.
Wc: 1.9k
Content warnings and tags: a little smut (dry humping technically), a very angry Caleb, yearning, tensionnnn but it gets resolved, implied stalking.
You couldn’t believe how angry Caleb was. You’d rarely seen him in this state and you were even more shocked that he was basically silent. You expected a lecture, firm voice never raised but unrelenting nonetheless.
He’d caught you after you snuck out of the house to go to a carnival with a boy from school, and just as you thought you’d get your first kiss, Caleb stepped in.
“We’re leaving,” he’d said, waves of anger radiating from him. “And you,” he looked at the boy behind him. “Try that again. I dare you.” The threat was clear and the poor kid just shook his head with wide eyes and left quickly without sparing you another glance.
You scoffed at the whole scene before withering under Caleb’s glare, although you couldn’t help but be irritated at his interruption. This was the fourth time he’s interrupted a date, which is why you snuck out in the first place.
He grabbed your hand and hauled you back to his car, opening your door with a hard look on his face before shutting it with a little more force than necessary.
You watched him from the corner of your eye as he drove home. His hand was clenched on the wheel while the other systematically pushed his bangs back; a tell of his frustration he’d had since he was little.
The ride home was deathly quiet, he didn’t even turn on music; another sign that you’d screwed up big time.
“Cay-“
“Don’t.” The one syllable was so commanding that you didn’t dare try again, so you propped your chin up in your hand and watched the city go by.
It was a perfect spring evening. The trees were blooming and the streetlights had just started to come on. You thought back to when that meant it was time for you to stop playing night games with the neighborhood kids and go home.
After an eternity in the car, Caleb finally parked in front of the house and wasted no time walking around to open your door with the same hard look on his face from the carnival parking lot.
You decided it would be better just to follow his unspoken instructions, stepping out and waiting for his lead.
Without a word or look at you, he strode into the house and stood in the front room while you locked the door.
“Where’s gran?” You asked quietly.
“Out.”
“For how long?”
“Long enough for us to talk about what just happened.”
“Come on, Cay, I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m allowed to have fun and go on dates and, god forbid, kiss a boy!” You finally let yourself explode a little bit and it was cathartic. You’d been so frustrated with his constant interruptions and you realized in that moment that you hadn’t had a proper outlet for these bottled up feelings.
“But you have to sneak out to do it? I thought you’d been kidnapped!” He snapped back.
“Of course I had to sneak out! I wouldn’t have been able to go otherwise!”
He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head with his hands on his hips.
“You know, for someone as smart as you, you’re pretty dumb, Pipsqueak.”
What the fuck? Did he actually just call you dumb?
“Excuse me?”
“This won’t happen again. Got it?” He had that same commanding tone and it made you shake with anger. Who did he think he was telling you what to do?
“You don’t control me, Caleb. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you can’t stop me,” you stated, crossing your arms with a scowl on your face.
That just made him laugh, which irritated you even more.
“You don’t get it, do you?” He said, pushing his bangs back again. “I’ll always be there to interrupt. No matter where I am or how old we are, as long as I’m alive, no one will ever get that close to you again.”
His statement both shocked you and made a warm ache bloom in your chest.
“You’re insane,” you stated. His head whipped to you and even in the low light of the family room, you could see the way his spine straightened.
He advanced on you slowly like a predator, his eyes both unnerved and excited you.
“You think I like feeling like this?” He practically growled out. “Constantly being at the end of my rope but still falling, waiting for that final snap that will kill me?”
He was getting dangerously close, so you took a few steps back until a wall stopped you, but he was still coming towards you.
“I wish I could get rid of these feelings. Believe me, it would be better than this torture.”
You shrunk back into the wall, holding an arm out to keep him from getting too close. You wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“Caleb, don’t-“ your hand was pressed firmly against his sternum, but he inched closer easily, resting his elbow above your head.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t, Pipsqueak.” Even without looking at him, you could tell he was practically glaring at you.
Truthfully, no response came to your head. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, eyes scrunched shut at what you knew was coming.
“I-I can’t…” you finally managed with a shaking voice.
An unamused huff left him and he brought his hand up to capture yours still crumpling his shirt.
“Then why? What are you scared of?” He asked, leaning closer.
“Everything will change. What if… what if we end up driving each other crazy?”
This time, his laugh rumbled deep in his chest so you could feel it beneath your fingers.
“I’m already crazy for you, silly girl. Are you really so blind?”
That finally made you look up at him, and the look in his eyes shocked you. It was pure adoration mixed with barely withheld restraint.
“Really?” You asked, honestly shocked. He swallowed and nodded his head, leaning down to kiss your temple lightly.
You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, not realizing you leaned into his touch instinctively. This motivated him to cup your cheek, trailing his lips down slowly.
“Why do you think I constantly interrupt your dates? Why I’ve told everyone at school that you’re off limits, or that any guy with enough balls to approach you has to go through me first?” His mouth was leaving torturous pecks along your jaw line moving closer and closer to your mouth with each question he posed.
Your hands moved on their own, gripping his shoulders but unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.
“I should smack you for all of that,” you muttered. “I was wondering why hardly anyone talks to me at school.”
“Mmhmm. You probably should,” he said. “But you won’t.”
“And why is that?”
“Because… you want this just as much as I do.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours and you melted into him, bringing your arms to wind around his neck and pull him closer. A small sound came from deep in his throat and he tilted his head, slotting your lips together at a new angle that made you dizzy.
The hair at the base of his neck tickled your fingers as you gripped him there, knocking the pair of you back into the wall with a thud. It startled you both enough for him to pull away slightly, just enough to breathe but not without sharing each other's air.
He watched you as you tried to comprehend what just happened, his eyes darting from your mouth to your eyes and back to your lips so quickly you could barely keep up.
“How did you even know where I was?” You whispered. He rested his forehead on yours gently.
“I don’t think you want to know the answer, Pip.”
“…We’ll talk about that later,” you breathed out before pulling him back into another searing kiss.
Your stomach felt like it was on fire, and you couldn’t get close enough to him. You tried pulling on his shoulders and neck and even his torso, but it just wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. He bent down and quickly grabbed the back of your legs to hoist you up, quickly resealing your mouths as your legs wrapped around his waist and finally, you were a little bit closer to him.
His hips kept you pinned to the wall and he continued his assault, and your hands moved down his back, hoping he would arch into you a little more. The groan he let out when your nails dug into his shoulder blades made your entire body shiver.
“S’not enough,” you managed to say between kisses. His tongue that had been leaving wet marks on your collarbone was suddenly replaced by teeth. With the sound of your yelp still in the air, he renewed his grip on your thighs and started walking in the direction of his room.
“You can’t say things like that. I’ll actually lose my mind.” He sat on his bed, back resting against the headboard and you tried to push your tongue into his mouth. His own tongue caressed yours and it made you tighten your grip on his hair.
You didn’t like that his head was still so much higher than yours, you were sure his neck was starting to hurt.
With your hands on his shoulders, you adjusted yourself so your legs were on either side of his hips, before you pushed him back a little. Just enough to make his mattress bounce a little below you.
You took a moment to watch him. His eyes were hooded and dark, his lips were a little swollen and damp, and his hair was positively disheveled.
A slow smirk spread across his face.
“Enjoying the view?” He asked, rubbing his hands on your sides.
“Asshole,” you muttered before diving back in. You sat on his lap fully, moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his erection pressing against your core. His hands moved your hips in a motion that made your muscles clench in the best way.
“Fuck, Cay, it feels so good…” you whined, letting your head fall back as he nipped and licked the skin of your neck.
“Keep going for me, Pretty. You’re doing so well,” he mumbled with a particularly aggressive roll of his hips.
You yelped and he brought your mouth back to his, keeping a hand on the back of your head to hold you there.
“Just like that,” he muttered as he bit your bottom lip.
“Don’t stop,” you nearly begged. “M’so close…”
“Let go for me, Pips. Let me make you feel good.”
At that, your body seized with an intense pleasure and your moan was swallowed up once again by his mouth. His groan followed yours soon after, hips bucking lightly as he rode out his own orgasm.
You reluctantly pulled away, still holding onto his shoulders and his hands still on your hip and thigh.
Both of you were panting, still letting yourselves feel the high as it came down, but then Caleb got that determined look in his eye that scared you sometimes.
“That’s one, pretty girl. Now we just need three more until I make up for interrupting your dates.”
Content warnings: smut, swearing, some hitting but he’s into it lol
Summary: honestly no plot, just angry sex with Sylus.
Word count: 942
A/n: I’m still trying to be comfortable writing smut so please be gentle… not that Sylus is 😝
“I hate you!” You screamed at Sylus. He only smirked.
“How much do you hate me?”
“You’re literally the worst person I’ve ever met!”
“Ouch, kitten. I know the people you’ve met.”
“Asshole!” You shoved at his chest, but he barely stumbled back.
“Cute…” he mumbled, which only made you angrier.
“Fucking… bitch!” You said, punching at his shoulders, torso, face, anywhere you could reach, though he only let a few blows land.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he grumbled, pulling you close to press a searing hot kiss to your mouth. You yanked your head back, irritated that he would do something like that when you were clearly upset with him. Without thinking, you slapped him hard across the face. It was clear it shocked him just enough for him to pause for a moment, until he turned back to you with his eye glowing and a burning smirk on his face.
“You shouldn’t hit, Sweetie. It only turns me on more.”
Cradling the back of your head, he pulled you into another burning kiss, trying to get you to respond how he desired. He wanted a kiss? Fine. You’d give him a fucking kiss.
You bit his lip so hard you tasted blood and when he groaned into your mouth, you shoved your tongue inside and licked until he was panting. You pulled his hair so hard you were sure you yanked a few strands out. Your nails bit into the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders hard enough that you felt him tremble.
“Sweetie…” he tried to mumble against your lips.
“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped, kissing him again, making sure to bruise his lips.
Your next battlefield was his neck. Once you were satisfied that his lips were properly assaulted, you moved down to the column of his throat and bit hard, making his grip on your waist tighten as he rolled his hips into you involuntarily.
You sucked and scratched and bit again until he was stumbling back into a wall.
“Jesus, Kitten. Slow down. Talk to me,” he said, though he didn’t attempt to stop you in any way.
“I don’t want to fucking talk,” you growled, forcing your tongue into his mouth. The groan from deep in his chest left you satisfied.
It irritated you that you were both still dressed, so you began yanking on his tie, guiding him to his bedroom before he kicked it shut and shed the jacket from his shoulders.
“I see you need to vent some anger,” he mused as you practically popped the buttons off his shirt in an attempt to get it on the floor. His own hands came to the button on your jeans and easily popped it open, sliding it down your legs until you could kick them off yourself. With you just in your underwear and tank top, and he in his slacks, he kissed you again as he guided you to his bed.
“Take what you need from me tonight, Kitten,” he insisted, gently pushing your back against the plush duvet.
“Be careful what you wish for, Sylus,” you warned, then a moment later your hands came to his belt and undid it slowly, scratching your fingernails along the exposed skin just above the buckle. His hips jolted at this, making you smirk.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he retorted. Bringing his hands to the center of your chest and ripping the flimsy top you wore to pieces. You gasped at his action, surprised he would be so aggressive when he was normally so gentle with you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before his mouth descended to your nipple, licking and grazing them with his teeth.
Your back arched instinctively into his touch and you finished opening his pants before pushing them down with your feet.
With only two layers of very thin fabric separating you from your goal, you decided you’d had enough of his teasing.
You pushed on his shoulders hard, making him flop onto his back before you straddled his hips.
“No touching, Sy. I’m still mad at you,” you stated, bringing your hand in between your bodies to push his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing dick.
“I’ll take ‘mad’ over ‘hate’ at this point,” he hissed out as you stroked him a few times.
“Don’t make me add a gag,” you spat, moving your underwear to the side to slide down onto him.
You both groaned as you began to move your hips, rolling them so you could feel his torso shake with the effort to follow your orders.
With one aggressive roll, his composure broke and his hands grabbed your ass, making you repeat the motion before you smacked his hands away.
“Please, Sweetie, this is torture.”
“Good,” you stated, leaning forward and scratching your nails down the length of his chest. The sharp pants that came from his mouth almost sounded heavenly and he threw his head back.
You kept bouncing on his dick, waiting for him to break first, but he started bucking up into you, and the whole dynamic shifted.
“Sylus-AH!” You tried to tell him to stop, but he kept his promise. He didn’t touch you, but he dug his heels into the bed and began pounding into you so fast and deep that you came without warning. A sharp cry left your mouth but he didn’t stop until his own orgasm crashed over him.
You both stayed where you were, staring at each other panting before his lips curled into a devilish smirk.
