a CRESCENT moon rises. s/her . 8teen+ . nsfw + dc . eternally yearning ੈ✩‧₊˚

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“You’re being oddly nice to me today,” you mumble to the man shadowed away in the corner of your room.

The man, your lover, broody and scouring, only glares at you. It’s an affectionate glare he gives you, or tolerant at most. From all your time with Dion, you’ve learned every twitch of his brow and angle of his frown to tell when he’s truly upset.

“Nice?” He echoes. “I act the same as always.”

“Liar,” you lilt, “you took me out today and let me buy whatever I wanted without question. How is that anything in the norm for you?”

“Perhaps I have tired of your whining and decided that the most efficient way to shut you up is to buy it for you.” He says dully. Deflecting. Affection hidden under insults. Typical Dion.

You only huff, crossing your arms. “So I whine and you let me buy it?”

Dion shoots you a glare at that, permanent frown deepening into something only you could find adorable. Annoyed. But you’ve never cared much about how annoyed he gets with you. Instead, your grin widens and you cross the room to perch onto his lap.

If he was so annoyed, he’d have pushed you off. But, instinctively, his hands migrate to settle on your hips, tugging you closer before drifting down to skim the tops of your thighs.

“Am I wrong?” You blink innocently.

His answer comes as a flexing of his hand on your thigh, “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Playing innocent, minx.”

At that, you only bark out a laugh, your hand coming down on his skin in a playful slap.

“Maybe if you say the special words, I’ll stop annoying you.”

Silence follows after and all Dion does is look you, unamused. His eyes never leave yours. Deep, piercing pools of crimson that swallow you whole. It’s easy to get lost in him. He’s getting good at that—distracting you of the sort.

Slowly, your own hands creep up his body, fiddling with the raven strands of his hair that curls at the nape of his neck. He leans into the touch like moth to a flame.

“Come on, Dion…”

Fuck.

And Dion thinks, maybe, he treats you a little too well. You don’t fear him enough like everyone else, it makes him want to fix that, but the thought of your fear directed towards him makes something curl viciously in his gut. He hates the idea.

The thought that someday he may lose whatever good descended upon his sinful, battle-hardened life. Dion knows, more than anyone, that the good things in his life don’t last. Not with him, but with you, he wants to savor it all a little more before it may slip away.

So he sighs, a long and deep exhale of resignation. His hand finds your chin, tilting your face to his with utmost certainty that you’ll hear his words as blunt and stoic as they come out.

“Happy birthday.”

A pause trails behind the two words. For once, you’re not quite sure what to say. You can only smile, take his hand in yours, and curl yourself into his body as if the closeness can let him feel the joy in your heart.

“And?” You whisper against the fine line of his jaw.

Another exhale from Dion, but he gives in quicker this time. Turning his head to your temple and pressing his lips there, something akin to a kiss. Almost as devastatingly gentle as the next words he murmurs to you.

“And… I love you.”

deep inside me, I think caleb deals with your brattiness by giving you just the tip and then jerking himself off into you until he fills you up.

like it’s so wet when he pushes it in, and just the tip no matter how much you whine. notches the sensitive head into your warm cunt and holds your hips down when you buck up desperately. it’s a nice show for him almost, as cruel as it might seem.

your gege loves you, this you know. he’s the who has always encouraged your endeavors and wants and because he’s the one who created you like this—he knows this is what’ll fix your behavior.

he knows that as he splays one hand over the soft cushion of your belly to pin you and wraps the other around the length of his cock. a single glide of his hand makes his dick twitch in you, a hiss escaping his mouth along with a bitten smile as you whine and fuss.

and though this is your punishment, caleb will be caleb. your gege first before he even knows to be anything else.

"behave and i'll reward you, okay?" his words are a lilting coo, the condescending drawl that masks sweet words. "you know i'll make you feel good, so just be a good girl, okay?"

caleb doesn't mind when you misbehave. he knows you just want attention, tenfold of what he already gives you. this is his way of taking responsibility of the greedy little thing he's created.

and he loves you so so much, just be good for a while longer.

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