zayne that loves you so much he puts in days off months in advance so he can accompany you to the anime expo in town…he even lets you dress him up as vincent from ff….walk with me here
it’s like three months into your relationship with sylus and things are going great but he’s exhausted after a long day of being a big bad tough guy and you’re spending the night and he can’t help but be excited for the fantastic sleep he knows he’s about to get. finally, exhausted and boneless in bed, he’s drifting off to sleep until he feels you poke at his chest.
he ignores it.
you poke at his cheek.
a heavy sigh. ‘sylus?’
he gives up. ‘yes, sweetie?’ you don’t answer so sylus lifts, squinting at you in the dark. ‘hm?’ you’re gnawing at your lip, he can just make out a slight frown on your face. ‘what is it? what’s wrong?’ he asks finally lifting to his elbow, forcing his exhaustion away and brushing the hair from your face. ‘you can tell me.’
finally: ‘i’m sorry i shot you.’
sylus’ fingers pause. he falls back into bed groaning. for fucks sake. ‘sweetheart, please. you’ve apologized for that—‘
‘yes, but it was mean. why on earth did you—‘
‘i’m exhausted, sweetie. my back hurts—‘
‘i just can’t believe you let me shoot you!’
‘i let you shoot me because i knew i was going to be fine,’ sylus groans. ‘i’ve apologized. sweetheart.’
‘but i should be the one apologizing to you. i know it hurt your feelings—‘
he shuts you up with a kiss, hoping it works this time but kisses only have a success rate of about 50% when it comes to this now age-old argument.
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SYLUS
⟢ he hasn’t seen you all week and he fully intends on making you come around his fingers until you’re shaking and begging for his cock.
⟢ every friday he cooks you dinner which turns into a drink which turns into you riding him on the couch after a glass of wine or three. hidden away where no one can disturb either of you, when sylus gets drunk he’s prone to begging. glassy eyed and dying to fill you up. just one more, sweetie…
⟢ size kink brrr he’s a dragon you’re thankful it’s not even bigger. sylus has given up trying to deny his into it. he so is.
CALEB
⟢ someone looked at you for too long while you were out buying groceries together.
⟢ sometimes caleb just needs you so bad he goes a bit insane. when he finally does get you he doesn’t know what to touch first, which hole to pay attention to, or how he’s gotten so lucky. he’s a whimpering mess. you both are as he helplessly ruts into your sore hole, just needing to come inside so so bad :(
⟢ riding caleb for the first time.
ZAYNIE
⟢ he doesn’t often have to fuck the brat out of you but it’s something he undeniably enjoys and it always starts with him spanking your ass cherry red until your whimpering and sticky between the thighs.
⟢ he’s been spending too many late nights at the hospital and he misses his girl.
⟢ he wants to be able to smell your sweet pussy on his fingers for the rest of the day after you visit him for lunch. you leave drenched between the thighs and down a pair of soaking wet underwear now in zayne’s posession.
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SYLUS
⟢ he hasn’t seen you all week and he fully intends on making you come around his fingers until you’re shaking and begging for his cock.
⟢ every friday he cooks you dinner which turns into a drink which turns into you riding him on the couch after a glass of wine or three. hidden away where no one can disturb either of you, when sylus gets drunk he’s prone to begging. glassy eyed and dying to fill you up. just one more, sweetie…
⟢ size kink brrr he’s a dragon you’re thankful it’s not even bigger. sylus has given up trying to deny his into it. he so is.
CALEB
⟢ someone looked at you for too long while you were out buying groceries together.
⟢ sometimes caleb just needs you so bad he goes a bit insane. when he finally does get you he doesn’t know what to touch first, which hole to pay attention to, or how he’s gotten so lucky. he’s a whimpering mess. you both are as he helplessly ruts into your sore hole, just needing to come inside so so bad :(
⟢ riding caleb for the first time.
ZAYNIE
⟢ he doesn’t often have to fuck the brat out of you but it’s something he undeniably enjoys and it always starts with him spanking your ass cherry red until your whimpering and sticky between the thighs.
⟢ he’s been spending too many late nights at the hospital and he misses his girl.
⟢ he wants to be able to smell your sweet pussy on his fingers for the rest of the day after you visit him for lunch. you leave drenched between the thighs and down a pair of soaking wet underwear now in zayne’s posession.
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zayne that loves you so much he puts in days off months in advance so he can accompany you to the anime expo in town…he even lets you dress him up as vincent from ff….walk with me here
something something caleb and you when you’re both younger but caleb isn’t some straight a student, role model, every parents wet dream for their daughter to date.
he smokes, all his t-shirts have the sleeves cut off and he sells weed behind the bleachers. he’s a delinquent. the teachers hate him even though he does get his work done, of course, how is he meant to provide for you if he doesn’t graduate. but after he gets his work done, he sells weed. he sells whatever anyone’s looking for. he uses the money he makes to buy you new clothes and anything you want. you want to go to the movies with your friends? here’s a hundred dollars, go crazy. you want new makeup? he’ll take you to the store and let you buy anything you so much as touch. he rides the stereotypical motorcycle and the only girl allowed on the back is you. all the other girls flirt with him, they want a ride on the back of his bike but he won’t even let them touch your pink helmet. he laughs them off. on the weekend he listens to his pissed off music in the garage while he works on his bike all sweaty, but when you come out he gives you money to go get the two of you ice cream when the ice cream truck pulls around the neighborhood. you catch him smoking cigarettes once and get on to him and he tries to quit, he does, but instead he just starts smoking in the garage or where you can’t see. you say you hate it but you always mention how good he smells and he doesn’t have the heart to let you know it’s the cigarettes + his cologne. despite his outward appearance, despite the way he looks scary and tough and is prone to trying to fist fight anyone who comes near you, he treats you like a princess, of course. works on your car when he’s not working on the bike. let’s you wear his old, torn up band shirts whenever you want. when you’re old enough he lets you tag along to parties and everyone is floored that he let you come but he keeps you close all night, sitting on his lap. he lets you smoke weed once before deciding you were too handsy for him to handle. he comes home one day with one piercing, and then by the time you two graduate not only does he have piercings, he has tattoos as well. you ask him what some of them mean, but how is he meant to tell you that they’re all for you? you hardly blink when he’s shows up from college with your name tattooed on his neck, joking and brushing it off as too many girls were flirting with me, pips. had to let them know i’ve already got a girl.
sylus is 100% a ‘let me ask my wife’ type of guy like yes about important things he should actually ask you about but also he doesn’t want to do something? ‘ah gonna have to ask my wife about that’ like 100% will lie and be like my wife’s not letting me go out when in actuality he didn’t even mention it and could have just said no he’s also a homebody also and has ‘his chair’ like that is his chair he sits in after dinner of course you can sit in his lap on it with him but it’s still his chair.
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continuation of my other post ! i'd suggest reading that first c:
caleb, of course, says yes.
he could be six feet under the ground, and anything you ask of him, he’ll find a way to make it happen, let alone something like this. what is he meant to do…say no? is he supposed to let you go find someone else to help you? you had given him plenty of outs, saying it might be awkward (to which he vehemently assured you it would not be) or it might be too much or uncomfortable because you’re still a virgin (to which caleb had thought: what the fuck, oh my god).
absolutely not. the thought of someone else having you made his blood boil hot for a whole different reason. you came to him, and him alone, so after you lose a bit of steam, probably taking in caleb’s wide eyes and lack of response as horror or something equally wrong, he very quickly, very loudly, very nonchalantly, says, “of course, pips. anything you need help with, i’m your guy.”
“i’m glad you came to me. we’ll figure it out together.”
later that night, caleb sighs as he sits down at his computer. he stares at the black screen before booting it up, listening to it whirr in the early morning hours. you’re fast asleep in the other room, and his bedroom door is locked. lights off. he’s an expert in all things you, but it still takes him a minute to hunt you down online. scrubbing at his eyes as he reminds himself that this is strictly work. something like that. he wants to help in the best way possible, so he needs to know what they’re working with. caleb’s a hot blooded male, he’s seen a lot of porn in his life.
he crowds closer to the screen as he makes an account, eyes scanning over sex being sold by the dozen. for how often he catches your eye and thinks about fucking you, he’s going into this blind. he’s never crossed that line and has kept it very close to his chest. the front page and what he sees before him is all just bodies. it doesn't do it for him, never really has. it’s legs and cheek and ass but the moment he finds your account amongst lists of others, all beginners luck, caleb closes his eyes.
“appledumpling324.” he curses. “well, that’s fucking cute.”
how you got away with all of this under his nose is an entirely different conversation that needs to be had.
your page finally loads, and he immediately minimizes the the browser. he almost knocks over his pen holder, cursing as he lowers his screen. caleb sits back in his desk chair, closes his computer completely, and actually, doesn’t say a thing. he scrubs two firm hands over his eyes.
by god.
he’s doing this to help. it means nothing more. it’s him or someone else. you don’t need him to shoot a load off the first time he sees the back of your thighs and what your ass looks like in whatever they’re calling underwear nowadays. a very modest black, they’re simple but hug your hips perfectly and that’s where caleb would grab first.
“fuck this.”
it shows you were online not four hours ago. caleb reads the amount of followers you have, quickly calculating, and his eye twitches. you’re popular. he’s going to have a fucking stroke. he’s a fucking idiot. what the fuck is going on and what is he doing?
it takes a strong man, of which caleb is, to look at what is before him objectively.
yes, he can see it’s all solo content. yes, he can see where others would really like something more. caleb also sees about nine million other guys very politely, he notes, begging for the chance to fuck you. showering you in vain compliments and he wants to laugh because what about your heart? and all that nonsense. these people don’t know you, they could never know you an ounce of the way caleb does, but jealousy is still simmering at he punches at his keyboard. scrolling. getting a beautiful view of your lace covered cunt one second and then you on your knees, camera pointed chin down as you deep throat a baby pink dildo, the next.
the first video he clicks on seems innocent enough, yet caleb’s made the rookie mistake of venturing onto a porn site without checking his volume first.
to his horror, your voice comes through first. the camera work a bit shaky, your face is never shown, he notes with something like approval and pride, but by the time he gets his headphones on and steadies his beating heart, he can only hear the sweetest whimpers. soft, pleasurable moans he’s be able to recognize anywhere. caleb might as well be drooling on his shirt, unable to believe what he’s seeing by the way of you spread out in your bed, the one he shares with you all of the time, face hidden but legs open and that underwear.
caleb’s folded that particular pair of underwear a thousand times and now he’s watching you slip them off as you position yourself over that same baby blue dildo of which he has never seen in this home.
caleb’s favorite color is blue. his cock twitches in his sweatpants. he’s not an idiot, he’s just madly in love with you and has never found a convenient time to let you know.
a sharp intake of breath makes his eyes focus again, and he clicks out of the video right before your cunt swallows the fake cock whole.
caleb scrolls to the next video and then the next. they’re all amateur, very low quality in the sense that they’re personal. they’ve got an air of innocence to them that belies the you that caleb sees every day and he cannot even deny that while his hand is still outside of his sweats, he’s been palming his cock this entire time.
in the end, caleb doesn’t even remember why he’s been scrolling through video after video. he’s lost the original plot, the reason he’s found himself in this situation in the first place, and he’s telling himself this is fine because he’s helping and hasn’t busted all over his fist yet. he’s resisted the urge to go wake you up and ask for answers, to figure out why he feels such a sense of…deceit. betrayal. he doesn’t know but caleb gives up. he finally slips a hand into his sweatpants and hisses as he pulls his cock free. gasping at his own touch, his fist is quick. fast. he’s not going to last because the same video has been playing on repeat for god knows how long.
you in the shower. the shower caleb had been in not hours ago.
with caleb’s body wash in the background, the video is his favorite, he already knows. the way your hands run under the water, caleb knows he could make you feel so much better. he could just do so much, if only you’d let him and this must be cruel punishment. recompense for a past life.
he’s not sure, but caleb comes over his fist with jerky hips. “f–fucking…ah, hah. fuck. sweetheart.” his voice is strained, and he bites down on his sleeve too late, whimpering as his mind drifts to you asleep only a room away.
thinking about the absolute train wreck that would be you walking up to caleb one day, looking him dead in the eyes, and telling him you need his help. he’d, of course, say yes immediately. that’s what he’s there for, right? to help? but then he asks with what, pip? and caleb’s knees buckle a bit. he feels light headed. he’s going to pass out. he can’t figure out which is worse: the fact that you have any onlyfans, have had an onlyfans for who knows how long, or the fact that you’re standing there asking for his help with content.
not meeting his eye as you explain you’ve exhausted your solo ideas, mumbling about scraping the bottom of the barrel. you’re tired of the weird requests and kinks. you’re tired of dressing up as a cat or bunny. your words carry an air of nonchalance that caleb is not sure he’s ever felt in his life. he’s about spews blood from his nose and ears.
you need something more, you explain. another person. something new. caleb’s eye is twitching, thinking of all the times you bought dinner and how that money was probably made from strangers on the internet looking at your pussy which he’s never even seen.
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⋆˚ ⤿ [ you can find pt. 1 here and requests are open here.
caleb smells it as soon as you come home, and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. you would never, he knows that, but it’s late and you’re tipsy and he’s glad you went out and had fun, caleb is, but that doesn’t change the fact that you smell like another man.
dressed like that, you smell like sweat and the club and someone else.
you fall into his arms on the couch, and god, not only is it a gaudy smell, it’s bad. whoever this is from has bad fucking taste in cologne and that in itself is insulting. caleb swallows. he can hardly focus on your lips and the way they’re ravaging his neck. the way you're breathing his name. the way your hands find their way into his hair, under his shirt, and you're here and whispering against his skin that you missed him, and yet, he still can't think straight.
“pip.” caleb grits his teeth, trying to find patience, but he cannot. he fists your hair, drawing you away from his neck. “please tell me why you smell like another man.”
caleb feels even more jealous when he meets your eyes: he should have gone with you.
he had wanted to. caleb has a hard time letting you out of his sight for a even a second, let alone to go sway under dark lights and suck on something fruity while looking so beautiful, but he knows that’s impractical. that’s not how the world works, and that’s not how you treat something precious, unfortunately. caleb knows he cannot keep you caged, but this is a test of his patience, it has to be, and sadly, he is failing.
he shakes his head before you can even begin to explain. it had been a rhetorical question anyway, and he doesn't need an answer because it’s nothing. it means nothing. you're his. you're still his, but it never hurts to check.
it’s his job to take care of you, after all.
“turn over.” you lean in for another kiss, but he clears his throat. voice hard. "now, sweetheart."
caleb breathes a sigh of relief when you move to throw yourself over his lap, face down. pointedly ignoring your pout, he smoothes a hand down your back, feeling you breathe against his thighs. he toys with the hem of your dress as you mumble something about your friend hitting it off with some friend of hers, and caleb couldn't care less. he hates that friend.
“and was your friend’s friend all over you as well? doesn't sound like a very good friend, baby. you reek. i hate it." caleb's lip curls. "lift your hips." he flips your skirt, fingers pausing when he sees the pair of undies you had chosen to wear for the evening.“f–fuck…tell me you wore these for me. please."
"you spent all night letting men buy you drinks while you were wearing these?" he twists the fabric in his fist and yanks. you gasp as the fabric rides up between your cunt, legs kicking and squeezing together as he shushes you. “you must have worn these for me, right? you know they’re my favorite pair, baby.”
you let him know, of course, you wore them for him as caleb pockets the underwear, but not before turning them over in his hands. smelling how sweet you are. his mouth waters like a dog as a million scenarios where he wasn't the first to see the pink scrap of lace this evening run through his head.
you bending over in the club, someone getting a peek at your sweet pussy lips and the way they look barely covered in something so immodest. thinking they can saddle up to you and offer to buy you a drink…you in the bathroom with some fucker, letting his hands dip between your thighs, getting an up close look at the way your panties look when your cunts been drooling all over them. maybe trying to pocket them themselves, and if someone else ever did that…caleb would simply have to burn the world down.
you whimper at his harsh treatment, and he apologizes. he’s getting away from himself.
“i know, i know, honey. nothing happened, but i won't be able to sleep tonight if i don't make sure. just gotta make sure this pussy is still…oh. what’s this?” his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs to spread you open, and he can see how sticky you already are. have been. whichever it is, he takes a deep breath. “this better be for me, too, sweetheart. why’s she so wet?”
he hears your breath hitch. your hips lift to try and relieve some of the ache he can so clearly see, but caleb doesn’t touch you. not yet. he spits on your hole instead. “no one else has ever touched you here, right? still just me?” his fingers idly play with your cunt, readjusting to lay you open further. examining your sweet pussy with a trained eye. he thumbs your clit, groaning at the sight.
“so cute.” he traces a finger, gathering your arousal and bringing it to his mouth. he sucks his thumb clean and hums. "sweet, too. surely you understand why I'm doing this, right? i…i can't stand the thought of anyone else getting to see you like this." he bullies your hole with the tip of one finger. "but she seems just as tight as i left her."
you mewl, never able to stay still when he's got your spread open, inspecting this close and teasing you without promise of coming. your pleas to come and for him and to touch you please will start soon, but no. this is caleb making sure everything is exactly the way he left it. you don’t get to come yet.
thwack!
a warm, calloused hand comes down on your ass, rubbing the sting away as soon as the sound is gone. he hears you sniff and kisses the top of your head before roughly squeezing your thighs. you jump again, legs falling open even further. “s’cute. such a pretty hole.” caleb leans down and gives it a kiss. “the prettiest, actually. i’m sorry, baby. it’s the prettiest ever, you know that. i tell you all the time, don’t i? so pink and soft.”
he hooks a finger inside your hole, glancing even closer. you fidget to move away, but his voice turns cold. no longer doting. “let me see, sweetheart or we’re going to have issues.” his grip tightens. “if you don’t sit still your not leaving my lap until your ass is red and you have to call out of work tomorrow. you want that?” caleb watches your hole clench. he laughs lowly. “fuck, sweet girl. of course you do. that can be arranged, ya know? maybe after this i’ll take you back to our bed and fuck us both stupid. would you like that?”
he sinks two fingers into you, unable to wait. caleb watches as you take them beautifully, your pussy already a mess. it makes that possessive jealousy flare up inside him again. it makes the lewd sounds even louder. caleb's jaw jumps as you milk at his fingers.
“next time i’m filling you up before you go out. when you come back, i don’t want a drop missing, got it?" you whimper, teetering between embarrassed and too far gone to keep up. “i don’t care, sweetheart. whine all you want. this isn’t about making you come, you know you’ll get to. i just…fuck. i want to play with what’s mine first. you’ll get a turn.”
caleb pulls his fingers out, watching as your hole twitches. he moans, tasting you again. absolutely enraptured by the pink color of your skin, the way it’s flushed and parting.
"what’s that? no, no, i know you want me to fill you up, sweetheart. you keep saying you were good, but your pussy's awfully wet and she's acting greedy."
he lands a another swat to your ass, grinning as you jump.
"oh, i'm being mean? i'm not, honey. if you're gonna go out and come back smelling like some other man, i’m gonna bend your ass over my lap and make sure what's mine is still mine.”
“if you don't sit still, i told you, i don't mind turning your ass a pretty shade of red." caleb leans down to place another kiss over your cunt. he laughs, stealing just a taste as your legs kick restlessly. “but you pass, baby. seems you’re just as sweet as i left you earlier. such a good girl.”
without warning, his fingers start to move inside of you. slippery and messy as he pumps them as far into your cunt as he can, carving out that space that is his and feeling your legs begin to tremble. he pins you down over his lap, panting like a dog as he watches your holes flutter. you cry out his name so beautifully, but caleb’s too focused on making you come, convinced that is the only thing that will soothe what’s left of his raging emotions.
“almost there, baby. just a bit more.”
he needs it. caleb needs to feel you come on his fingers. just once before he lays you down and drives into you. he’ll fuck you again in bed later, all proper like and such, but right now relief is flooding his system and he needs you. needs you to say his name. needs you to know that only he can make you feel this way.
"you're bein' so good for me, sweetheart.” he grins listening to the way your cunt cries. he shushes you. “yes, you can take it. look, see? well, you can’t see, hah, but i promise baby. she’s being so good. so good.”
his thoughts are consumed by filling you up. marking you from the inside. falling asleep with your thighs tight around him, feeling his sticky release slowly leaking from your cunt. caleb’s listening to your pleas and then, a moment later, you’re coming. begging for him. grabbing onto him, needing a kiss and to come, and you truly are so greedy.
your cunt tightens around his fingers and caleb has to stop himself from coming in his pants the moment your cunt gushes. from his fingers alone. just him. coming apart in his lap and on his fingers and looking so beautiful doing it, he hardly knows what to do with himself. he could pass out from the sight alone, the hearts in his eyes much too heavy.
“fucking hell, sweetheart. i’m sorry, i should have never doubted…shh, there you go. fuck, come for me. you’re so good, my good girl. she’s so good, baby. so good f’me.”
still coming down from your high, caleb slides you off his lap and crowds over you from behind. drawing your hips up and yanking down his jeans. his cock is angry, red and weeping at the tip. the slide into your cunt is flawless. hot. burning him up from the inside, and he will be gentle later.
“fuck, there you go. how’s that feel? tell me, baby, or i’ll stop.” caleb could never stop, his hips stutter before picking up a brutal pace. “can’t talk? that’s okay, she’s plenty loud for both of you, isn’t she? can you hear that baby? you think you can come again, this time on my cock?” he pants, feeling his own orgasm creeping up his spine. he buries his face in your neck, inhaling. his words almost slurred as he lets himself take what he needs.
“you know what, baby? mm, you smell like me now. no one else, just me. just me, pip, right? fucking—tell. me.” he lifts, words punctuates as he grabs fistfuls of your ass. another smack, and “fuck, that’s the prettiest shade of red i’ve ever seen, baby. maybe i’ll pull out and come all over it.”
“no? oh, you want it inside? don’t whine, s–shh. you know i’ll give you anything you want, baby. fuck.”
caleb finds your face, giving in because he needs a kiss too. he needs to kiss you, and the way your cunt clenches around him when your tongues brush is well worth it. enough to drive caleb to the edge. teetering as he slams his hips into your ass, feeling it warm under his touch. he sounds just as pitiful as you.
when you come again, when caleb angles his hips exactly where he knows you like them and drives into you, your pussy leaks all over his cock. cunt unable to handle it, and caleb can’t stand it. he’s greedy too. his hips refusing to stop as you shake as ride out what he’s giving you.
“just a little longer f’me, i’ve got you. take it. c’mon, oh fuck. baby, i–i fucking love you.”
he fills you up. all the way. not a drop left as he bullies into you, spilling as far inside as he can. your knees shake, and you land on the couch with a soft oof, caleb sweaty against your back. jeans soaked and cock softening. you whine, head lolling back in search of another kiss. caleb, of course, gives it to you. the hand on your chin is gentle and soft, the other reaching for the pair of undies he had stolen earlier. his heart hammering against his chest.
“love you,” he mumbles against your lips. out of breath, he hears you whine when his cock slips free. “shh, none of that. don’t act like you don’t get everything you want.” caleb pulls back, admiring his work of art before pressing the pink lace of your undies against the mess that is your hole. “you were begging for it earlier, better take care of what i gave you. i worked hard to fill this needy cunt, pip.” caleb smacks your ass one last time, biting his lip.
watching as he pushes the panties into your hole, all the different shades of pink and red before him. they really are his favorite pair, you’d had them forever. his come wets the fabric, and caleb groans.
“be good while i heat you up something to eat, then we can move to the bedroom, baby. but don’t think this is me giving these back.” he tugs on the bit of lace peeking out of your cunt. “you’re not getting these back.”
doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, hatefuck, side fuck, mating press, 69, upside down, in the air, pile driver, one leg up, two legs up, tied up, in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the wall, on the couch, in the car, on the moon, till the mattress is bent in half, till my throat needs stitches, till my hips are dislocated, till my spine breaks, till my jaw is locked, till my body is numb, till the wall paint is peeling off, till he’s shooting blanks, till the house falls apart and we both explode
caleb’s definitely a just the tip type of guy you cannot tell me he wouldn’t beg for it like anywhere and everywhere all the damn time. does not matter where you are, what time it is, etc. sometimes he doesn’t even care to come...he’s not trying to fuck you and fill you up, he just wants inside of your cunt because it’s been a long day and surely you missed him too and he can’t help it, it’s his favorite place to be. so warm and you’re always so wet and sweet and he’s got such a silver tongue “just the tip, honey. i’m sorry, you just look so good. i can’t stand it...can’t wait ‘til we get back home" so of course you agree because you did miss him, but you also know his tricks by now and it’s hardly ever just the tip.
sure, it might start that way. maybe you’re pressed up against the bathroom wall, having both slipped out during an important work gala because “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you. i haven’t left your side all night, who do they think they are?” and you know you don’t have enough time to fuck so you agree because caleb looks so handsome, how could you deny him anything? he hurriedly hikes your dress up and you give him some credit when he lifts your hip, notching the tip of his cock against your hole, but then he presses in and in and in until the tip he’d promised is so deep inside of you, your legs are starting to shake.
“im sorry, fuck. i-i'm sorry, i can't help it. fuck, how are you so tight? always so tight. it’s not my fault, baby. if you didn’t want me this deep, why are you trying to fuck yourself back on my cock, huh?” and you are. you're squirming and trying to adjust to his size and now you wish he’d move instead of pinning you against the wall with his cock splitting you open.
or maybe you’re on the couch, worn out after a long day, and he’s promising just the tip. nothing more this time...he swears.
“you don’t have to do anything, baby. i know you’re tired, i’m sorry. i know, it’s been so long, though, honey. please, pips. all i could think about all day was coming home to you and you smell so nice and and and…” and maybe caleb really does mean it this time, but either way, he always takes care of you. he can have whatever he wants.
his cock is so heavy when the tip rests against your hole, both of you already weeping for it, and he groans, sliding in just enough. he starts to jerk his cock as you whine on the couch, moving your hips because now you want more and right now is the time caleb decides to stick to his word?
“stop moving, baby. fuck, look at that…look at you. you want it that bad? but i promised, didn’t i?” he moans, and you writhe, feeling the jerky movements of the tip of his cock, your cunt begging for something to fill it but he doesn’t. caleb doesn’t give in this time, having to shush you because this is unfair. how dare he suddenly deprive you, and when he comes, he comes with his cock pressed just enough inside of you for nothing to spill out. admiring his work, panting, “thank you, fuck. missed you so much, baby. gonna make you come now, kay? don’t think i forgot about you...just needed to come in this pretty hole. what? i just gave you...oh, you want it it all? my whole cock? you’re the one always saying ‘just the tip’ sweetheart, you’ve gotta be more clear, then.”
you have half a mind to argue with him, opening your mouth to explain clearly you guys both have a moderation issue, but he’s sliding into you a moment later, filling you up in one swift thrust. his last load slicks the way, and you whine. you whimper. it’s so much more than just the tip, his entire cock filling you up as caleb grins, knowing he won this game that’s not really even a game.
“there you go, yeah? maybe you'll remember this moment the next time you roll your eyes, telling me 'just the tip,' and acting like you don’t want it, pips.”
(2k) 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ sfw [17+] includes: talk of surgery though non-descript, under the influence of anesthesia, pitiful men, pathetic attempts at ass grabbing, possibly ooc. go easy on me, i've never written zayne or xav. we're trying.
SYLUS unfortunately does not handle anesthesia well.
he doesn't handle hospitals well, preferring to take care of any issues he has himself. he hasn’t stepped foot in a hospital in years but cannot take care of this problem himself, and he's mad about it. pissed. he’s dismissive of everything said unless it’s coming from you and you have to remind him on more than one occasion to be nice and to stop acting so childish. no biting the nurse's heads off, the doctors are just doing their jobs, etc. he’s a nightmare patient who is only amicable when you’re by his side. sylus is all bark and no bite, too big for the damn hospital bed as they roll him into surgery.
despite that, everything is going relatively smoothly. you kiss him before he leaves, glaring at him as he says, “if i die in there, wait for me. promise i’ll be back.”
he comes out of it immediately and starts yelling for his wife. you two are not married, but good to know where things are going.
he's the one that freaks out and security almost escorts you from the building. you try to calm him down but he’s beside himself. sylus is too big to be manhandled back into the bed, seemingly forgetting he’s hooked up to all these wires, and he refuses to speak to anyone but his wife. gritting his teeth, “where is she? what did you do with her?” you (the she in question) are standing right there, but there’s been a shift change and new nurses and they don’t recognize you and he starts yelling the moment you touch him, trying to get him to lay back down:
"i am married do NOT touch me. do not...don't touch. my wife will kill you. she will! don't touch me, where are the doctors? get her out of here, my wife...oh she's going to be so mad. you touched me, she's going to be so mad. I'm going to be in so much trouble."
it takes you leaving the room, standing awkwardly in the hall as people glance at the commotion, and walking back in for sylus to suddenly recognize you. he looks absolutely pitiful, relieved beyond thought at the sight of his wife finally, and you know he’s never, ever going to live this down.
CALEB is relentless.
even under the, quite frankly, insane amount of anesthesia he had to be given before surgery, he’s still trying to do for you. caleb tries to give you his blanket because he’s cold (you are not, but the gesture is sweet.) he offers you his sad hospital food, insisting you need to eat and must be starving “y–you…love jello, pips” (you love jello as much as the next person.)
he tries to give you his only pillow and asks for water from the nurse for you as well. he gets mad there’s nothing you want to watch on the tv: how dare the hospital not have your favorite show. he ignores the doctors and glares at them as he scoots over to make room for you to lie down next to him, scoffing at the suggestion that something as vital as you being as close to him might not be the best idea right now.
“it’s in your best interest to let her lay down,” caleb says, eyelids heavy. the doctors eyes widen and you wince. “i’m paying for this hospital stay, correct? that’s what i thought, so this bed is mine, therefore it’s hers and if you don’t want her laying in bed with me, maybe invest in some more comfortable couches. not just a chair.”
it’s all very sweet, except through all of this his speech is slurred and he keeps nodding off in the middle of talking. it’s hard to take his harsh words and mean looks seriously. it makes his glaring at the doctors quite ineffective and when caleb’s finally brought the water, he doesn’t remember he asked for it for you, and drinks it all. his attempt at fluffing the pillow for you is nothing more than weakly punching it a few times, and he offers you the blanket by half-heartedly pushing it onto the ground before powering down like he’s been unplugged.
he only calms once you are in bed with him, sending apologetic glances at the nurses and doctors. telling him yes the water was great and yes, you’re very warm and content (he still has the entire blanket and you’re sweating actually. he runs so hot.) and yes the pillow is fine (you’re not even laying on the pillow.)
RAFAYEL is a runner.
he’s insistent, the moment his eyes open, that he’s ready to go home. pack everything up, give him his clothes—he’s not taking no for an answer. the hospital smells weird and he wants his own bed. these are the words of a man determined to be heard as if he’d have the ability to stand, let alone put on his pants. rafayel is halfway to unplugging himself from everything, scanning the room for his things, asking you for what you think are the car keys as if the way he’s slurring his words isn’t a great indicator of his ability to operate a motor vehicle right now and he’s an arguer. he’s pouting. he’s rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air, dramatically throwing himself against the pillows.
rafayel insists he’s fine enough to go to the bathroom himself: “if i can piss by myself, i can drive a car.” his logic is flawed. you also say no when he mumbles from the bathroom, “can you come hold it? my dick while i piss?” which negates his previous logic and you do tell him that to which you get a pout and shoved out of the bathroom.
rafayel is the type to look you in the eyes and half-consciously mumble something about, “i’m not trying to have domestic dispute in the hospital, are you? take me home.” you gently try to push him back into the bed, reminding him he’s in a hospital gown and his ass is out. you’re amazed at the large words he’s using, not so impressed with the way he’s trying to get out of the bed again. and again. you’re also not impressed with the way he’s swaying in place, telling the nurses with a pout that he’s fine. that you’re there to take care of him now so, “you’re dismissed, your services are no longer needed” and that if you’re not going to take him home, rafayel will just go get the car himself and pull it around. you love how overly confident he is, and it really is ideal that he’s so weak from the drugs that he’s easily overpowered.
it takes three nurses and a doctor and you raising a brow at him, pointing your finger and narrowing your eyes, for him to flop himself back down into the bed. he loses steam quickly after that, waking up later and not remembering a thing but you do remind him that he flashed his bare ass to the entire staff.
XAVIER concerns the doctors with how long it takes him to wake up.
he’s out like a light and wakes up after sleeping like the dead and sees you speaking to the doctor. he’s silent, he’s not yelling. he’s quite sound up there in his head despite the anesthesia but he doesn’t like that doctor or how close he’s standing to you or the doctor’s hand on your shoulder or the way the male nurse comes in to ask you something and while he’s the most level headed of them all, he still can’t help but say something.
you and the staff seem really chummy, and who knows how long he’s been out. he finally clears his throat, both you and the doctor looking over.
“leave.”
xavier glances between you and the doctor. you’re tired, you’ve been there since morning, and you give the doctor a clipped smile, thanking him and nodding, letting him know it’s fine, and you’ve got it from here. xavier’s eyes don’t leave the doctor until he’s out the door and for the next few hours, you are confined to the small sliver of hospital bed with him as he silently fumes that the doctor was trying to make a move on you while he was indisposed.
“you smiled at him,” he insists. “i don’t trust him. i’ll report him for medical malpractice.”
you take none of this personally, quickly reminding him being nice as a doctor is a good thing. you almost find humor in it, if xavier’s calm demeanor wasn’t somewhat unnerving after the second and third hour. you ask him if he’s in pain, he says no. you ask him if he wants to rest, he says no. you ask him if he needs anything, he says no. you realize too late that he’s doing everything to avoid the doctor coming back into the room. when he finally does, xavier speaks for himself. slowly, a bit stilted, but he’s impressive with his lucidity. tightening his arms around you and asking for the door to be shut this time when you two are left alone.
“i’ll sleep when we’re back home.”
safe to say he manages to pull it together well enough to be discharged as soon as possible, and once you’re home, he drops the act, turns into a bit of a baby, and passes out to sleep again.
ZAYNE is 100% handsy.
he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s getting into and what’s going on when he wakes up. he wasn’t worried before, he’s not worried now and you’re actually the one that’s been stressed this entire time. zayne has the wherewithal to understand he’s stuck for a bit in this room, and while his can you hand me that water? is genuine, he narrows his eyes as you walk past him and reaches a limp hand out to grab your ass. you turn around, startled, and he shrugs. he has the drugs as an excuse, not that zayne doesn’t appreciate your ass on the regular, he just has an excuse now to grope you in the hospital bed which, let’s be real, he’s kind of into. not the whole him-in-the-bed situation, or you in the bed if the roles were reversed but, well. the thought of you as a hot nurse does cross his mind. he might not remember this later, but his defenses are down, and he won’t blame himself.
“lay in the bed with me,” zayne mumbles, eyes closed. “c’mon.”
you remind him that’s not the best idea, he’s a doctor, and he should know this but he frowns and opens an eye. it’s endearing, this side of him, and you know what’s coming before you even lay down. zayne’s hand falls from the bed, grabbing your ass again as you slowly try to crawl into the bed with him. the doctors come in, and zayne is dismissive, spouting off responses to their questions with his eyes closed as if this is all a walk in the park as he feels you up still under the blanket. a handful off your ass is squeezed every time he has to answer another annoying question.
you whisper, reminding him that he’s not being the best patient right now, and zayne scoffs, seemingly letting the anesthesia work its magic on his limbs and lack of filter:
“i’m lying in bed resting, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“stress is not good for recovery.” another squeeze. “don’t stress me out.”
you relay all of this to him after he’s fully conscious, even slipping in his mumbles talk of you as a hot nurse he’d let slip while asleep, and he blinks. there’s a slight blush, but he does not deny or condemn his own actions. like he said, he won’t blame himself.
firm believer that sylus talks to the plushies when mc is not around like he’s had a bad day and accidentally lays on one and it’s kinda hard and he’s like fuck off and pushes it away but then feels mildly bad but then lets the thought go a moment later realizing he just told your plushie to fuck off and meant it.
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