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“Hands off my man’s tits!!” You cover Caleb’s chest with your hands. Caleb’s excitement is written all over his face now.
“Dang girl, he’s all yours!” his friend responds, entertained yet slightly terrified of you.
Caleb brought you to a house party Patrick was throwing. There were his friends from the DAA, as well as numerous unknown people to you. Caleb was clearly popular with everyone — men and women alike — but the male friends were a bit touchier with him than you’d like.
Having had a few too many drinks to deal with all his popularity, you couldn’t hide your true emotions anymore.
“Pips, he just wanted to check out my necklace,” Caleb says. He takes your hands off his chest and presses a soft kiss on them.
“Also…” Gideon cuts in, “I always touch Caleb. You never bark at me!”
“First of all, I don’t bark, I protect what is mine!” you say firmly. “Second… at least you don’t undress him with your eyes when you look at him.”
Gideon laughs, “But I’ve seen him naked before. In fact, I see him naked all the time.” A grin on his face. You shoot him a stern look and yell:
“Well… DELETE IT from your brain and…” you turn to Caleb now, “….why is Gideon seeing you naked all the time?”
Caleb is highly amused by your open jealousy.
“Well, after exhausting missions, we take showers together on site before changing into our regular clothes. Nothing unusual, Pips. Everyone does that.”
His explanation sounds reasonable, so you let him off the hook.
However, Gideon is having a little too much fun right now. “Right, and when I said I touch him all the time…” His gaze drifts down to Caleb’s crotch, just to annoy you…
You immediately pull your hand away from Caleb’s chest and cover his crotch instead.
“Don’t look at his dick!!”
Caleb tenses up. Your hands are not only hovering over his crotch but actually grabbing him.
“P-Pips!! Your hands—” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind while strategically hiding his ‘growing problem’.
“What is it, Caleb?” you ask, genuinely not understanding the issue.
“Pips, you can’t do that in public!”
“Do what?”
“Like… touching it…”
You glance down.
“I see why… Quick!! Hide it in my mouth!!” you blurt out loudly.
Gideon chokes on his drink.
Patrick starts HOWLING from laughter, “Caleb my man…I am speechless..and somewhat jealous..!”
Caleb’s ears are red, his face flushed.
“Pips, you’re clearly drunk. I think I’ll need to take you home.”
“Nooo~ I’m just joking!” you whine.
“But you can’t just…” he hesitates as he notices everyone watching, “….let’s talk for a moment, yeah? Pat, mind if I use your room?”
“Go ahead.”
Caleb guides you out of the living room, slightly dragging you since you refuse to walk properly.
“Where are we going?”
“To Patrick’s room.”
“Ooooh, right. Why?”
“To talk.”
“Talk. Right. In Patrick’s room. Right.” You turn your head toward Patrick and yell: “PATRICK! Caleb and I are going to TALK in your room. Well, he’s going to do all the talking, because I’ll be busy using m—”
“THAT’S IT!” Caleb throws you over his shoulder.
He puts you down only after you’re in Patrick’s room and locks the door behind him.
He exhales loudly and just looks at you.
“Let’s talk then” you say sarcastically while playing with his belt.
“Behave.” His tone is serious.
You sit down on the bed & look up at him.
“But that’s not fun. Besides… I finally have you to myself,” you admit. “I felt like I needed to compete for your attention tonight. I guess…I overdid it.”
Caleb sighs.
He steps closer, pushing you gently back onto Patrick’s bed, leaning over you now. His large frame is hovering above yours.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“You knew that already. And yet… you brought me anyway,” you respond.
Caleb closes the distance and captures your lips in a kiss. You immediately grab him by his necklace and pull him closer, breaking whatever restraint he had left.
His grip tightens slightly at your waist as he leans you back into the mattress, deepening his kiss.
You unbuckle his belt and start feeling his hard cock, slowly squeezing him through his boxers. Caleb inhales sharply and bites on your lower lip. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head.
*Bzz Bzz*
You both stop.
What is it?” you ask.
“My phone.” He reaches into his pockets. He now smiles at the screen.
“What’s so funny?”
Caleb gives you his phone. A message from Patrick lights up the screen:
“I’ll reroute your jet to hell & back, if you two fuck on my bed, istg!!”
You smile, but can’t help feeling a bit disappointed. “Guess we gotta stick to talking.”
Caleb shakes his head and grins at you now.
“Or... not?” You ask confused.
He lifts you from the bed, your legs wrap around his body. He walks towards the door and presses your back against it. His voice now a dangerous whisper, “I believe his exact wording was "my bed"".
summary: in which you’re friends with benefits with the lads guys (who want you).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW the boys are all pretty normal i fear (a lil toxic on some of them) but ummmmm i’m afraid you’re #superultramegaevil in these i’m sorry. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!) mentions of sexual acts, cursing, and brief mentions of injury (for reader) but nothing to crazy. again…reader you’re kinda at fault for all of these so be kind them maybe, that’s it (i think)
p.s. gulp…the contact names are changed just a tiiiny bit except for caleb’s bc of the assumed backstory! (also i don’t know why caleb’s is so long help me)
Like, I had to get rid of mine when I was a child bc I moved from the American south to the north and they'd make fun of how I pronounced things (or struggled to pronounce things), so I literally erased what accent I had. I can still do it, but it's not mine now, you know?
So just imagining the lads finding out you had an accent one day. Maybe you mention it in passing, or it starts to slip out just the smallest bit after talking/watching something with that accent, or you pronounce something new the way you would have when you had the accent. However it comes about, I can just imagine them being so curious and interested
(Feel free to add on for the other lads but Sylus rules my brain lately so)
I feel like he'd not necessarily be insensitive, but he'd tease a little bit. Repeat the word you said weird with a raised brow and a smirk, huffing softly with amusement. It's not that he's trying to be mean - he's encountered so many accents in his travels, even picking a few up when he speaks other languages. But he just didn't expect it and he likes to be a little shit
He doesn't realize how much it bothered you until Mephisto overheard you practicing pronunciations of various words, playing over and over what it "should" sound like and copying it, sighing and groaning with annoyance when you still hear the slightest inkling of an accent
He's apologizing so fast after that, through actions especially. It was wrong for him to point it out rather than move on silently, no matter what his intentions were. Kissing your forehead as he murmurs, "You should never have needed to erase part of yourself like that."
As someone whose first language is not English and I do try to kinda not sound like the stereotypical accent from my country (it slips 😂) I think Raf (to add to the thought) would be so offended!!
Excuse me what do you mean you have to hide how you speak? What do you mean you are embarrassed because sometimes words sound funky or you slip back to your own language/accent.
Excuse me cutie does this predicament require godly intervention? Because like hell he will step in. Because all thing considered he would adore the slip ups, duh he will ragebait you into slipping, oh yes please scold me in your mother tounge/in your heavy accent, come on just a little.
Why are you hiding such a raw part of you! He might not make those mistakes himself, but if you do? Expect more Lemurian flowing, or expect him to actually test the way you pronounce words in the bathroom during his soaking time, because for him the words sound better, more beautiful, melodic. This would be the exact sound of love language, not in the accent/tone everyone speaks but how you say it.
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series summary> In your universe, Sylus is your beloved character in a game you like to play. In his universe, sylus acquires a mirror of the game… and sees you playing. </>
𖦏₊ ⊹ <series notes> Sylus x fem!nonmc. Mutual yearning. Sylus and MC are not in a relationship. </>
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Just a few hours ago, despite attempts to persuade her to stay over in his guest room, Miss Hunter had declined. After a polite (again, just polite) goodbye, she hopped on her motorcycle and rode back to Linkon.
Now, Sylus stands on the rooftop of the onychinus base, overlooking the night cityscape of the N109 Zone. The outline of tall buildings are barely visible with scattered neon signs and amber lights glowing from windows. From time to time, a few daring souls would rev their engines as they sped nearby.
Sometimes, it’s a place to view a quick sweep of his territory. Sometimes, he would stand on the high edge to get a burst of thrill. And sometimes, this open space is his place for thinking and clarity.
He is still for a long time, the cold night wind threading through his hair and ruffling his clothes. Yet he didn’t seem to feel it as he remained unmoving, arms crossed, a frown on his face.
He’s replaying the flow of their linkage in his mind. It’s given him a clue, beckoning him to come grasp it in his hands and unravel the truth that’s been eluding him all this while.
And Sylus has always been one to take what he wants.
“Mephisto.” He calls, and the crow quickly comes to ride on his shoulder. He finally moves to go back inside. “It’s time to give you an upgrade for your next little mission.”
Some nights later, the black crow seamlessly blends into the darkness as he quietly flies over the streets of Linkon. He finds a certain miss hunter's apartment, and perches on her balcony railing.
He peers through the gauzy curtains of an open window to check that she’s asleep, then glides to the bedside table where her hunter’s watch lay.
Mephisto has been equipped for the best stealth, making no disturbance in the air, not even a small noise as he lands on the table and goes through the functions he’s been recently trained to do.
One of his ruby eyes faintly glows as he pairs with the watch, which lights up at the connection made before softly fading back to darkness.
Bypassing the security codes, he commences a program that would copy all of its contents into his own expanded memory drive.
He’s still as a statue as his internal progress bar loads. As if he’s just one of the decorative pieces in the room.
The seconds slowly go by. He doesn’t flinch even when she stirs a little on her bed.
When the duplication is finally complete, his eye grows dim as he disconnects, then nimbly flies out as soundlessly as he came.
A few minutes pass in the dark room.
The figure on the bed slowly rises to stand by the window, gazing out into the cloudy night sky. She closes the window with the usual tiny smile on her lips.
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𖦏 <an> Mephisto bestest birb ✨ He is ninja, he is stealth, his nest is full of hoarded wealth! He is also a bluetooth pairing device now lmao. Jk Mephie~ we love you </>
𖦏 <reminder> Kindly respect the time and effort put into this fic. Do not copy, plagiarize, reproduce, feed to ai, or upload this work elsewhere. Instead, reblogs, tags, and comments are deeply appreciated! ♥️ divider by @/diviniyae </>
Snowcrow 🎧 NSFW audio~ well, I don’t know what are they doing, you need to use your imagination 😳 this one is so hard to put together, not many conversations, just… sounds like they are having fun together 🤪
Your boyfriend might just be the most evil man alive.
"Please-please Zayne please let me cum!" You tug desperately at the ties restraining you to the bed. Zayne pulls himself away at the last second, licking the taste of you off his lips.
"You can take a few more can't you?" He leans over to kiss you, clearly trying to comfort you as you weep.
"I c-can't! Please it-it's not fair I didn't-didn't do anything wrong!" You sniffle, pouting at him. It's true you hadn't broken any rules or done anything to warrant a punishment. Zayne was simply in the mood to edge you. Not that you were really complaining.
You can’t even close your legs to get relief due to the spreader bar holding your ankles apart. Zayne had slipped underneath it so that it, and your ankles, rests on his back. You refrain from moving too much for fear of hurting him, a fact you’re sure he had in mind when he set up this position.
"Just one more. Then you can cum. Just think about how good it will feel when I finally let you."
"Please Zayne I need it now!" You pull at the ties once more but they still hold. He moves up your body to press a few soft kisses to your lips, wiping your tears.
"Not yet, okay?" Zayne murmurs softly, though his free hand snakes between your bodies to circle your clit, making you gasp as he keeps you on the edge.
You moan into his mouth, back arching off the bed. The spreader bar between your ankles holds firm as your body strains to do anything to get just a little closer to release.
