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-the series where lads guys and mc (you) are attending philos highschool and each guy will have their own little one shots. I already though of who will have which story but id like for you to give your suggestions too! We're starting with Sylus 😉. Also! Let me know if you like this kind of thing (series) or you want me to go back to my regular writing 🕷️🫦🕷️
⚠️ The captions are there just so I have captions . They have nothing to do with the story so please don't get confused ⚠️
Little Miss wicked
Highschool for you was a game, every day there's new things happening, new levels adding up, new characters joining, new check points, only the rules stay the same. That's what made it interesting.
you don't have that many friends cuz you think only one is enough for you and it is. Your friend, Jasmine, have been your bestie ever since the beginning of highschool. You two share many things, feelings and opinions together, basically twins at this point. The only thing separating your little bond is her looks.
Jasmine is a conventionally attractive girl, strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, cute smile, chubby cheeks, almost looks like a bunny. Everyone admired her, complimented her amazing style and looks while just ignored you completely. You had style of your own, just didn't care enough to dress up for school.
Your hair is always in the same style, down with slight beach waves, chocolate brown and down to your lower back. Eyes blue, you weren't slim but not fat either, you had a bit thicker thighs, fit waist and a bit chubby arms that you constantly hid under the school's button up white shirt you had to wear, honey and smooth skin with few freckles on your cheeks extending to your ears. You aren't insecure or anything, it's your body and you know you're supposed to take care of it and not judge it. It's what keeps you alive.
But even tho you're not insecure, sometimes it stings when you see guys, usually the ones you like turn their heads to jasmine while completely ignoring you, it's not nice but you're happy for jasmine any way cuz you're not a jealous pinecone.
You knew Sylus from the rumors, you never actually talked to him but you saw him few times, at lunch breaks or walking down the hallway with his little group of friends. He wasn't exactly popular, but people knew of him. He came to school every day with his motorcycle, expensive one too, you don't even have to question how he affords that shit cuz everyone knows his daddy is rich and owns few hospitals in town.
Sylus, apart from being an arrogant and cocky jerk, is actually fucking hot. He is tall, probably six feet tall at least, has ashy white hair and ruby eyes, which is so interesting and amusing to see. Philos is not a regular highschool, it's highschool for hunters, deepspace hunters but damn, you've never seen anyone like him before.
He is mascular, thick thighs, strong hips, long veiny arms, he just screams power with his every step and it turns you on each time you see him. You can't help yourself, you're just a girl anyway.
You were thinking of coming up to him few times to talk to him but stopped yourself when you remember that jasmine is always with you and he'll probably go for her instead of you, which is not exactly your plan. She talks about him sometimes, about how hot he is, what she wants to do to him and shit like that. You just sit back and listen, forced to only listen and not act on it.
One day, you're both in cafeteria eating your lunch. You sit by the table with one leg over the other, almost elegant but not really. In front of you is your tray of cafeteria food, on today's menu is square pizza slice along with cup of fruit and a chocolate milk. You cringe at the menu choise and rub your forehead slightly frustrated
"This is shit on a stick, how can anyone eat this willingly" you ask jasmine as you tear your eyes from the tray and target them towards your bestie in front of you instead. Who's eating, not caring that the food looks gross.
"Shut up, it's good, you eat or you die of hunger, your choise" she says, mouth full of pizza, her plump lips glossed with Grease from the pizza , and even like that she still looks so pretty.
You're about to say something but you're interrupted by a presence coming to your table. You look up at the same time jasmine did only to see no other than Sylus. His tall presence shadowing over our table and disgusting lunch. Hands in his pockets, backpack swang over his shoulder, eyes hooded as he lazily looks from me to jasmine
"Party at my house, 8 pm, Saturday. Come if you want" he says simply, voice deep and smokey before he walks away. Your eyes round as you lock them with jasmine's, mirroring her own look of suprise
"Did he just-" you whisper and you're cut off by her "he fucking did" you both stay in completely silence for few moments before bursting into excited giggles. It was your first party and that means only two thing SHOPPING AND GETTING READY TOGETHER!
That same day after school you both go to the mall, ready to spend all your allowance (200$) of a shopping spree. You both walk through the mall, arms locked Together, boba in your hands and ready to buy everything
"I'm so gonna fuck him tonight, you'll see, he'll fall on his ass when he sees me" jasmine says confidently before sipping her boba, tapioca balls dancing in her mouth as she chews on the tiny slippery textures. You can't help but feel a bit sad, cuz even tho you'd like for Sylus to go to you, pick you out the crowd and do everything you imagined him to do to you, but you know it will probably be jasmine. It's always been her. But at least she doesn't have a pinecone collection like you do :P
You're forced to just listen to her little fantasies while drinking your boba of choice and looking through racks of cute dresses and tops. You'll dress sexy, not caring if it's too much, you'll get him tonight, or maybe even someone hotter.
Saturday morning comes and you both are in your room getting ready, you already took a two hour shower and one hour bath, scrubbed your body, shaved every inch of your body,washed your hair and did skin care routine. You smell like a strawberry, sweet but deadly. You wanted to kill tonight,with your looks of course.
You did your nails in the mall yesterday, they're medium sized, pointy and black with some cute charms on it. Your outfit is black corseted top, thin straps, lacey, hot. Paired with a black mini skirt and pair of black heels. Your hair in beach waves and down, make-up is just mascara, a bit of eye liner and red lip tint. You looked smoking hot and you loved it
Jasmine went with a little different style, pink sun dress with opened back, short skirt. Pair of pink platform boots and hair in a high ponytail. She looked innocent and cute despite her dirty mind, it's kinda disturbing. But you don't say anything, obviously.
You two snap few photos together for her Instagram and by the time you're done it's already time to leave. You both take an Uber to Sylus's house.
It's luxurious and big, few cars In the driveway, probably from everyone that's In the party.
Once you two walked in you're immediately greeted by Sylus's friend Michael
"Well hello there ladies, what a pleasure to have you here" he says in fake British accent, pretending to be a host but clearly drunk, red solo plastic cup in his right hand filled with mysterious liquid. No shirt on, just jeans and boots. His chest tattooed, arms adored with jewelry and his red hair almost making him look hot
"Thank you" you both say with sweet smiles and walk past him but before you can walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him. You look at him confused.
"Um-" you start but he cuts you off, eyeing down your body while drinking his drink then saying "well aren't you a treat..how about i show you something you can snack on to keep that mouth of yours busy" he says in Your ear cuz the music is to loud for you to hear him. Your cheeks flush and eyes widen at his words, clearly not used to this kind of attention from male species
"I- sorry I need to find my friend" you laugh awkwardly, pointing behind you but when you turn around you see jasmine already talking with Sylus. Her back pressed against the wall while she talks with him, him resting his elbow on the wall behind her, hovering over her and listening to her speak, occasionally nodding at something she says while sipping drink from his cup.
Something stirs inside you, the sight of your friend, who always got every single guy you ever wanted or liked, the sight of her shooting her shot again, and will probably succeed like she always does makes your blood boil. You wanted him, and you'll get him no matter what.
Sylus wraps his hand around her waist after few moments and starts leading her to the stairs, pushing through the crowd to get her there. When you saw it you saw knifes, your feet working for you and begin to move on their own and towards the scene. Heels clicking against the polished wood floor as you walk.
You reach them just in time and take her free hand in yours
"There you are! I was just looking for you!" You say, smiling sweetly at her and getting a confused glare in response. Sylus looks at you both and let's go of jasmine's wrist.
That sends jasmine into panic mode "n-no! Wait Sylus-" she reaches of him but he's already dragged away by his friends. The look she gives you after can only be described as a very angry bee
"WHAT THE HELL!? YOU JUST RUINED IT! I ALMOST FUCKING HAD HIM!" she snaps at you and you put on a performative little pout
"Oh?I thought you were just talking with him..my bad" you offer your poor exuse and she growls in anger
"I see what's going on... you want him too" she says after awhile of silence and your smile drops
"No I don't.." you try saving yourself but she already knows, thinking that she might give you advice and let you shoot your shot you stay silent but she does the opposite
"Aww, would you look at that, little Miss is shooting her shot? How cute" she says with a mean chuckle "well guess what, he'll never want you, you know you're always going to be the side, never front, everyone will always want me and you'll just stand there ignored. I thought you already got used to it" she continues and you watch her absolutely shocked, why is she telling you this? Because she's angry???
"Jasmine, what the hell?? Where is this coming from??" You ask, clearly confused
"Just remember, it will always be me, I'll have him while you walk home alone, crying, like always." She says before walking away, bumping her shoulder into yours. You just stand there for a second, trying to hold in your laugh at her cringe comebacks, someone watched too much Disney growing up, you thoughts to yourself before walking away.
You're in the kitchen alone, drinking something that's supposed to be cherry coke but somehow tastes like bad beer. You swirl the liquid in your cup, pretending it's an expensive wine you need to taste then take a sip.
"1978, California, 14th street on the left" you say to yourself like you're tasting wine, making a thinking face, but your little act is interrupted by Sylus walking to you. His tall Frame hovering over you like a shadow, causing your heart to beat faster and for butterflies to flutter in your stomach. You look up at him, your blue eyes locking with his ruby ones in silent staring competition before he speaks.
"What's your name" he asks in his deep and smokey voice that makes your thighs silky wet.
"Mc" you say softly, breathing a bit uneven and voice trembly, you can't control it, it's his affect on you, it's always been. You're not proud of the thoughts you have of him, had of him, every time your hand would travel down town, he was the one on your mind. Not by your choise, but you can guess it was because he was one of the hottest guys you ever saw.
He gives small nod as an answer before sipping his drink again, eyes never leaving you and traveling down to your outfit, the body hidden under it, the way your breasts fill the cups of your corset with each breath, lace sticking to your smooth skin. The way your hands are wrapped around your cup, so delicate and pretty, your fingers weren't long and elegant, but they were just how he likes them.
"Boyfriend?" He asks casually to which you give him a simple reply which is a head shake then take a sip of your drink. You never had a boyfriend, weren't really interested too. You needed time for yourself, and you barely have it as it is, so wasting that time on someone else seems like a nightmare.
He nods towards the garden door signaling for you to follow him and you did cuz why wouldn't you? THE Sylus wants your company. Your dream is practically completed.
He leads you to the fancy garden area. There's tons of flowers and trees everywhere, like a mini forest, you loved it.
You both lean against the wall of the house since there were no benches in sight, how silly, such big garden but not a single bench?
Sylus pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one up, offering you a piece but you refuse. You watch as he lights his cigarette up and takes a drag with practice, it's hot. And this is also the first time you see him in regular clothes rather than the school uniform. He is wearing a pair of black jeans, boots and black button up shirt, half open. His fingers and wrists adored with jewelry and his hair a bit messy. Necklace wrapped around his neck.
"Where's your friend?" Sylus asks before puffing out the light grey smoke past his lips. Of course he was asking about her, that's probably why he brought out here. You thought To yourself.
"Inside" you say simply with small shrug Before looking at him again, your eyes locking once again, breathing small spark of something appear between you
"You have pretty eyes" he says in more hushed tone, voice smokey as he admired the way you look up at him, it turned him on, on concerning levels.
"They suit you" he adds after a moment, bringing his hand up to move a strand of hair from your face, causing your heart to beat faster and breath to hitch. Cheeks flushing in deep shade of pink and eyes tearing from him, looking down instead, trying to focus on a random bug in the grass.
To that he chuckle and takes another drag from his cigarette.
"Shy? Didn't think you'd be shy..I mean you look..ugh" he says as he looks down at your body once again then step closer
"Shy? In not shy you just caught me off guard" you said with an awkward laugh, pressing your back against the wall behind you while he's in front of you. Mirroring the scene he had with jasmine few minutes ago.
He kills the cigarette into the wall behind you and clicks his tongue in disproving tone
"Lying now?" He asked followed by a chuckle and another step closer, his large hands sliding around your waist, making your eyes Almost roll back in pleasure but you keep yourself cool and under control.
"I..hehe..I wasn't lying" you say softly with a small giggle but you're cut off by a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes flitter shut and you almost forget how to breathe. But you kiss him back, there's no going back now. His lips tastes of smoke, mint and alcohol.
The kiss is sweet and soft, no tongue yet just lips sliding together in romantic dance. Your arms sliding up around his neck and his hands move down to grip your ass through your skirt, making a small whimper escape your lips and melt into the kiss.
The kiss turns a bit hungry few moments later, tongues now successfully added and dancing together. Sylus's one hand travels down to the back of your thigh and lifts it up, hooking it over his hip so he can grind his half hard cock against your heat, making your body almost too weak to stand. His strong hips grinding into your weaker and more fragile ones is haven on earth.
His hand continue their journey all over your body and soon under your skirt, thumb pressing against your pulsing clit through your cotton panties, the feeling makes him growl and send a strong jerk of his hips into yours
"Already so wet.. you're incredible" he whispers against your lips and you moan in response, back arching off the wall and hips grinding into his thump, seeking more friction and pleasure.
"Mmm look at you, so fucking sexy, grinding on me like that..are you that desperate for my touch?" He whispers in your ear, his voice a bit strained and husky from how worked up he is. You whimper in response, bucking your Hips against his hand ones again just to prove a point.
And that takes him over the edge, grabbing your wrist and leading you back inside with him, through the crowd of people and upstairs to the private part of his house that's only his. He takes you to his bedroom, shoving the door open and slamming you Against it while crashing his Lips into yours, into a desperate and messy kiss, teeth clicking together, his tongue fucking your mouth while his hips continue grinding with yours, his cock aching under the fabric of his jeans, yearning for your touch and presence. The scene is obscene, like watching two bees fuck on the national geographic channel in the morning.
The only thing you can do is moan and let him do what he wants to you, enjoying every single flick if his tongue, press of his fingers and snal of his hips.
Sylus's lips travel down from your lips down to your troath,bthrn breasts, cupping them with his large hands through your corseted tol while his mouth travels further down your stomach.
Your thighs clench together in heat and excitement, breath ragged and body heated as you watch him work on you. Small whimpers and moans escaping your lips.
The moans you provide him with went straight to his cock but he wants to please you first, he can wait.
His mouth travel down to your stomach, hands abandoning your breasts just to pull your skirt down, revealing your soaked cutton panties, he groans at the sight and looks up at you. Your back arching, hips inching closer to him,it's obvious exactly what you want. You get bonder, running your hand through his hair and tugging it closer to your aching beat with a whimper
"Please" you whisper in shaky tone and that sends him over the edge, he grabs one of your legs and hooks it on his shoulder then dives it, gripping the cotton of your panties with his teeth then pulling them down only to reveal your needy heat. And without much thinking he dives in, making your head roll back violently, hands gripping his hair to keep him in place while je Pistols his tongue in you with practice, sucking abd licking on your soaked clit. Your thighs trembling already even tho he just started but who care??
Your moans fill the room, bouncing from wall to wall abd mixing with set sucking sounds, it's pornographic but no one cares.
While he does that, his hand Rips open his jeans only to reveal his hard cock, hitting hit stomach, it's thick and huge just how you imagined. But you don't even see if cuz you're focusing on the pleasure he's providing you with. Your hips rocking against his tongue, hands gripping his hair to keep him in place as you you him for pleasure
"Yes! O-oh yes!" You whisper almost like a prayer when you feel yourself coming closer to the edge
This makes Sylus pump his cock faster and moan into your heated and wet cunt. Then you finally came, hips snapping against his face and hands keeping his head pressed against you so you can ride everything out. Sylus counties pumping his cock until he comes eventually, hot white ropes speing out of him and decorate the floor and wall.
Both of you are sweaty and panting mess, your thighs trembling and your heart beating fast while you look down at him like you want to worship him cuz he gave you the best orgasms of your life. Your cheeks are flushed and hair sticking on it forehead.
Sylus is the same, he stands up and kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and you absolutely love it.
You didn't fuck that night cuz you still wanted to enjoy the party ..but who knows.. maybe there will be part two 🤫
hey y'all, I'm back and imma start writing again hehheheheheheheheheheheh. Pick what you want me to write about 💕💕💕 you can write your requests to me so it can be better
even tho he likes to kiss every inch of you, there's few spots that he likes more than others.
Your neck/troat/jaw - there's just something about that part being particulary more sensitive than others and making you whimper and moan more. He would always attach his lips to your neck like a blood sucking vampire. whether you were making dinner, being intimate with him or just doing something random, he'd always be behind you or up front, kissing you neck and leaving marks and bites. he had his little routine, he always starts from your jaw, then goes down to your neck and finally your throat.
Your thighs - he enjoys the control he has once he gets down to your thighs. the way your back arches when his lips move to the inner part of your thighs, the way you try your hardest to clench your thighs together to keep him between. it drives him absolutely crazy.
Zayne❄️
Your hands - the elegance, the softness, the beauty of your hands drive him crazy. every time he holds your hand in his, locking your fingers together, he can't help but guide your hand up to his lips and kiss the back of it with such gentleness and desire that he can't even describe to himself, let alone you.
your collar bones - there's just something about the way they look so elegant and beautiful on you. the skin on that part of your body is particulary thinner which means hickeys are made easier there, he loves sucking and kissing that part of your body and sometimes, when he wants to be a bit bolder he would bite it and pull your skin with his teeth leaving a bite mark.
Caleb🍎
your lips - kissing your lips reminds him that you are truly his and that you belong to him and him only. he loves the way he can taste the flavour of chapstick you used that day, he sometimes likes to guess the flavour himself. he could kiss your lips for hours, the moment his lips press against yours he feels like he enters heaven.
your back - we all know Caleb is king of back shots so lol. when you turn your back to him and he starts doing his thing he can't help but lean down and kiss your back all the way to your locker back. his lips brushing along your spine and his heated tongue sliding across your skin, it drives both of you insane.
Rafayel🧜🏻♀️
pelvis bone - I know its weird but hear me out, rafayel is a tease and also likes to explore you and your body, and sense your pelvis is the spot where your whines and whimpers got particulary louder when he kissed it, he naturally always heads to that spot. the way your hips your rise up to meet his face, wanting him to go lower drives him crazy. whenever he went down and ran his tongue across your pelis bone and your hand reaches down to grip his hair has him lose his mind completely.
ribs - ugh the way he's obsessed with them. when you arch your back and he can see slight outline of your ribs he goes crazy. he would be pounding into your slowly and teasingly of course and when you'd arch your back, wanting more he'd lean his head down, kissing the outline of your ribs making your skin shiver. his tongue absuing the skin of your ribs, sucking, licking, kissing, his teeth biting your like a wild animal (lol) until he's satisfied with the amount of marks he leaves.
Xavier⭐️
your chest/breasts - he would spend good chunk of his time with you by burying his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent and most importantly kiss you there. the was he could heart your heartbeat and feel it under his lips when he's kissing the area, the way your hand imideatly goes to his hair to stroke it drives him crazy.
wherever your pulse is, he's there too - he loves the feeling of your pulse vibrating on his heated tongue, it gives him pleasure on so many levels. whether its on your neck or the back of your wrists, he's already there.
You and Sylus have never really planned to have kids. Actually, that thought never even came to ur mind. So when you one random day took a pregnancy test, just out of curiosity you gasped in shock and horror when you saw two bright red lines pop up on the test.
You paced back and forth in your and Sylus's shared bedroom, your bare feet tapping against the carpeted floor as you think about how your life is going to look like now that youll have a child. But most importantly you had to tell Sylus. You knew that with Sylus's job it was going to be nearly impossible to raise a child, the N109 Zone wasn't exactly made for children to be there.
Sylus came home late that night, exhaustion spread all over his face with a hint of need and desire to have you in his arms, which he thought about all day while dealing with criminals of all sorts.
You're in the kitchen, grilling him a nice piece of steak on some butter and rosemary. Sylus came up behind you, sliding his large hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him.
"I missed you so much today.." He whispers, his deep voice tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine. This kind of act would usually lead to some intimate activities in the bedroom, but you knew it was not going to happen tonight, not with the news you prepared for him.
"Sylus,theres something I need to tell you" You said, your voice slightly shivering at just the thought of telling him the news. Sylus lifts his head up from your neck and plants a soft kiss to your temple.
"What is it, kitten? you sound disturbed" He said in his deep voice, you could tell some of the arousal and heat from earlier escaped and its replaced with concern.
"So..I. Ugh. I took a pregnancy test..." You said, your gaze falling down to your hand that's gripping the pan's handle.
Sylus freezes, not expecting that at all. He expected you to say something about breaking his stuff or even getting into a fight with Mephisto. but not this.
"And..?" he said after few moments of silence, you can tell his voice changed into slightly hoarse one.
You took a deep breath, sliding your hand down to the button to turns the stove off and turned it off, silence hugging both of you together.
"It..came out positive" You whispered, your voice strained, waiting for his reaction.
He took a deep breath and layed his face in the crook of your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tighter, he stays silent for awhile before speaking.
"What do you want to do..? keep it or do a medical procedure? hm?" he asked calmly causing the weight from your heart to drop in relief.
"I...I wanna try Sylus..I wanna have this baby" you said softly and in hopeful tone.
"okay..okay lets do it then. we will keep it" He said softly and pressed a long kiss to your temple. right then and there he silently swore to protect you and your future child form any danger until his last breath.
creating a life with you and bringing it to the world is just another layer of your bond and love together.
Zayne❄️
Being a wife of a doctor came with more than few surprises, every check up you find something new about yourself. Last time you found out that you have a missing blood cell, the week before you found out your blood runs through your veins, but nothing could've prepared you for what you found out today.
You walked into Zaynes office wearing a baby blue sundress that he adores seeing you in. you close the door behind you with small click. your glossy lips spread into a soft smile at the sight of your husband sitting on his work chair looking so sexy and mysterious.
"hey, Darling. come here" He said with his usual cold tone but there was a hint smile on his lips. you walked up to him, your heels clicking on the cold marble floor. You were about to sit on his lap, as usual but he stops you and stands up from his chair and guides you to the examine bed instead.
"You came late. I don't care about the reason. yes, I'm your husband but this is my workplace and you are not the only client today. I do not appreciate waiting for you to-" Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed you got your nails done, which was probably the reason for you being late, he sighs, not even pointing it out.
You stayed silent, deciding not to speak , seeing he's already angry enough. Instead you layed down on the examine table.
He took the usual tests and examine you and now you're sitting on a chair in front of him while he's tapping something in his computer. your eyes glued to your phone.
after awhile you can hear small gasp coming from Zayne causing you to look up from your phone and at him
"baby? what's wrong?" You asked concerned, your voice soft.
Zayne looks up from his computer and to you, his eyes wide with hint on tear in them which made you even more worried
"ZAYNE! WHAT THE HELL-" before you could finish your question he interrupts you.
"You're pregnant.." he says, his voice shaky. you gasped in shock and feel your heart starting to race.
"w-what!? what?! no way!" you cried out, shock and disbelief washing your face, your body trembling slightly as you quickly walk around the table and to him, you look at the blood test result that's showed on the screen, saying you're pregnant.
you and Zayne have been wanting a child for long time, but it was never successful, you both agreed to just let God do his thing and now it finally happened.
Zayne pulled you into his lap gently as tears stream down your cheeks and his are on their way. he hugs you tightly and showers your face with kisses and love.
"finally..after all the praying and hoping..our little Angel is finally on its way" Zayne whispers against your neck and you feel his tears running down your neck and mixing with your.
You look down at him as you cry softly
"I can't believe this..." you say before pressing your lips against Zaynes.
Caleb🍎
Despite the fact that you and Caleb have always been joking around about having a cute little baby girl one day, already picking out the names and how your perfect little life would look like with a baby, you never expected for it to actually start coming true.
Caleb was at work that day when your best friend came over with two pregnancy tests. In need of your comfort and presence, she thought she made a mistake and accidentally got pregnant and you agreed to take a test too , to show her your support.
You both spend good chunk of your time in the bathroom, her test came out negative, causing a scream of joy to escape her lips.
"AH! YES YES YES! IM NOT PREGNANT! she screams and jumps into your arms, you face mirroring her happiness.
but now it was your turn, you took the test, already knowing it was going to be negative. you and Caleb have always been very careful, condoms always somewhere in your purse or his pocket no matter where you were. there were few times when he went raw but it was just for experience purposes🤭
you took a test and didn't even bother looking at it, you just tossed it into the trash can when you were done and gave your friend a huge smile.
"wine timeee" you said excited, wanting to celebrate. But your friend, peeked into the trash can and took your test out, out of pure curiosity, her eyes went wide and gasp escapes her lips as she sees the two bring red lines that represent nothing but a positive pregnancy test.
"Girl...no wine for you..youre pregnant" she said and you obviously thought she was joking, you rolled your eyes and laughed softly.
"ha ha ha, nice joke. come on, I bought the 1975 wine from Walmart, lets go" you said and stand up from where you were sitting, but your friend didn't laugh or even smile, she just hands you the test so you can see for yourself.
When you looked down at the test, you let out a scream, just like your friend did, but yours was out of horror.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" you scream, your friend immediately rushing your side and pulling you into a tight hug to comfort you.
you didn't cry, you weren't sad, just surprised, you knew you and Caleb wanted a child, it was something that you guys talked about, and you were sure Caleb would love the news. you look at your friend and smile excited.
"OMG! CALEB WILL FREAK OUT!" you screamed and your friends eyes widen at your sudden change in reaction but she didn't care and just screamed excited with you.
so after a small dance party with your friend, she finally leaves and you prepare for cable to come home.
you wore a cute white night dress with little teddy bears all over it, brushed your hair and sprayed some strawberry milk perfume. you leaned against the door frame of the Hallway and waited like that for Caleb for hours like an absolute idiot.
when he finally came home, took his colonel hat off and looks at you, you can't help but smile from ear to ear.
"welcome home, darling " you said in seductive tone, causing Caleb to smirk and walk closer to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.
"did I win something? why are you so dolled up?" he asks as he leans in and presses his lips against yours into a soft peck. when he pulled away, you locked your eyes with his, your smile never leaving your face.
you gently took his hand in yours and placed it on your stomach, causing Caleb to look at you slightly confused.
"Ppisqeak, what-" you cut him off by saying.
"I'm pregnant, Caleb" you said with tears in your eyes. Calebs eyes widen in shock and surprise as he tries to process your words
"youre..pregnant? and its mine?" when he asks that, your smile fades, replaced with anger
"EXCUME ME!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS IT YOURS?!" you snap at him, not apriciating his curiosity.
he quickly pulls you into a hug and kisses the crown of your head
"IM SORRY! I DIDNT MEAN TO! he defended himsel, his hands move under your thighs then lifts you up and kisses you passionately.
Rafayel🧜🏻♀️
Ever since you and Rafayel started dating, you haven't bee able to get off each other. every inch of his studio has become new experience for both of you. from the corner where he keeps his paint brushes all the way to the high up chair he uses to paint on the wall. you'd been everywhere.
Youre sitting on his lap, wearing his white button up shirt that barely covers your naked body under it. your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs hanging down as he paints a portrait of the beautiful night you two had together last night.
his one hand is placed on top of your thigh, occasionally giving it a small squeeze just to feel you as much as possible, as if you were going to dissapear any second.
Rafayel has always been obsessed with you even before you started dating, his hands constantly on your body, him getting aroused just by watching your naked form laying next to him in bed when he wakes up. yup. all of that lead to this unfortunate and rather unexpected event. you and rafayel kind of forgot that posibility of you getting pregnant still excist.
So when you suddenly start feeling sick to your stomach, getting off his lap and rushing to the bathroom, his eyes widen in confusion, he puts his paint brush down and follows you to the bathroom, concerned.
"cutie..?" he calls out for you and knocks on the door softly, he could hear the sound of you vomitig causing his concern to grow.
he walks into the bathroom and quickly kneels down next to you and held your hair up.
You cry softly, hating the feeling of vomiting. after awhile youre finally done and sit back on your bare heels and look at rafayel with glossy eyes. he looks back at you and takes your tear stained cheeks into his palms and caresses them.
"What if I'm pregnant.." you asked softly followed by small sniff. this turns rafayels concern into shock.
"baby, no. its not possible. I'm a fish, I cannot get you pregnant..you probably ate something bad"
you just watch him silently and in disbelief. is he serious? you knew was slightly on the dump side but wow.
"rafayel..what? you've been..using condoms..right?" you asked softly and he scoffs.
"of course not! latex hurts my precious skin! you know that-" you cut him off with a scream.
"RAFAYEL!!! YOU WERE FUCKING ME RAW THIS WHOLE TIME!?" he flinches at your scream and gets angry
"OBVIOUSLY! AND IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD LETS DO IT AGAIN RIGHT NOW" he tries pulling you closer but you pushed him away and the argument grows.
after both of you calmed down you took a clam pregnancy test, which means putting a pearl up our entrance, if it comes our red, youre pregnant, if it come out clear, youre not. And sure enough, it came out red.
you and rafayel look at each other and said "fuck"at the same time.
Xavier⭐️
Xavier never really understood the purpose and concept of condoms, he didn't understand why would people wear condom when it takes 30% of the pleasure away and it gives you a headache after.
and sure enough, he never used one with you. although, you and Xavier are not exactly famous for fucking, you had few times. you didn't even realised he never wore a condom with you until one day you both were in your bed, Xavier on top of you and making out with you while his hands tear your clothes off your body.
as the heat starts raising, you reach your hand out to take the pack of condoms from the night drawer, where you thought he kept them, Xavier looks at your hand confused then look at you.
"what are you doing?" he asks confused and you look up at him with small giggle
"aww, you wanna do it? I thought I could help you" you said sweetly and even though he was charmed by your giggle he still didn't understand what you were talking about.
"help with what?" he ask with a smile but his face showing genuine confusion causing your smile do fade.
"with getting a condom..?" you say softly as your hand slowly moves back into the bed and away from the drawer.
Xavier is now even more confused "babe, what? we don't use that" he said with a chuckle, waiting for you to do the same. but instead, your eyes widen in horror.
"Xavier...tell me youre joking...Xavier, you better say this is a joke" you said disturbed and clearly angry.
Xavier blinks in surprise at your sharp tone "baby..i..no, I'm not joking..I don't use them"
you pushed him off you and rub your temples frustrated to try and calm yourself down.
"this can't be happening" you whisper to yourself, Xavier tries to reach his hand out for you but you smacked it away and stood up instead.
you took the test that same night and sure enough you were pregnant. Xavier felt extremely guilty but he was also happy cuz he wanted family with you.
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Zayne❄️
despite the fact you had blurted out the fact you’d never been kissed to Zayne right as he was about to kiss you the first time, you think things went pretty well. Zayne had backed off with a “do you want to wait?” and happily agreed when you told him you did (not because you didn’t want to kiss him, because you did, but it was a little too much too soon).
except now, a few weeks later, he was staring at you from across the dinner table in your apartment. you’d invited him over, joking that you were going to seduce him with your baking skills just to hear his small rare casual laugh. things had been going well: sweets turned out great, the two of you had been talking about your days while eating your home made macaroons until Zayne just… started staring at you with that same fond look he always had for you.
yet it felt different.
“you’ve really never been kissed?” he finally asked at a lull in the conversation. The small smile he had on his face all evening turned away into his usual serious express on his face, like this is an important discussion.
you shrugged. “never.” you shrank into yourself. “is that weird?”
he immediately shook his head, “no, its completely normal, darling. I just think you look very beautifull tonight, and I just really want to kiss you. but if you're not ready yet, we can wait more.” You can see faith blush creeping up on his cheek bones. Zayne is usually very cold, doesn't show his emotions that well but this time he seemed very shy and vulnerable, which is rare.
with a shy smile, you toyed with the edge of your sleeve as you decided to tease him with a “oh, do you?”
“may I?” He asked with small genuine smile on his face, his green eyes locking with yours as his hand find its way on top of yours, stopping it from fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. your eyes flickered up to meet his, and then you nodded. “you may.”
Zayne then leaned in, lips pressing against yours for a chaste kiss. it was short, yet sweet, and he pulled away all too soon. “was that good?” he asked, his voice soft and deep with a hint of insecurity, you can still feel his lips on yours even tho the kiss was over. His lips were soft, like cotton almost, he tasted sweet which is not surprising at all considering he just ate generous amount of macaroons.
you nodded. “i think so.”
“you think so?” he teased lightly, smiling. “if you want another, then you should say that,” he moved closer, taking your hand in his then bringing it up to his lips and pressing small soft kiss on the back of it “you’re so precious…” he whispered before planting a small peck on your cheek then resting his forehead against your temple.
In that moment you slowly turn your head to look at him, causing your lips to meet his once more into a small peck causing you both to smile and both of your cheeks to flush.
Caleb🍎
you told Caleb on your third date that you had never been kissed before. he had looked up at you over dinner, quiet for a moment before nodding.
“do you want it to be special?” he asked, carefully watching you. “we can make it special.”
you instead asked for him to take things slow, and he’d agreed easily enough. Caleb seemed happy enough to just hold your hands, interlocking his fingers with your own when the two of you walked side by side.He was happy just by being able to hold you, touch you and have you all to himself. he showed his budding love for you in different ways–in bringing little hand made gifts he worked on whole day when you were stressed or tired, just to see that pretty smile on your face and small flicker of sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw what he crafted that day , and the way you had special shelf on your wall dedicated to his little craft works, in quiet dates where he’d kiss the back of your locked hands before pointing out something he thought you’d like, in the smiles he’d give you before asking if he could kiss you on the cheek. you liked the way he’d always ask before brushing his lips against your cheek, always lingering a second longer before pulling away. you liked those smiles, too: they were reserved for you.
that had been a little over a month before you felt ready, and maybe Caleb’s push for you to be comfortable meant more than he’d realize. he’d walked you home, holding your hand the entire way while the two of you idly chatted about whatever came to mind.
you called his name when the two of you finally made it all the way to your apartment’s door (at his insistence–he knew you could go up by yourself, but you suspected it was his way of getting extra time with you). “can we kiss?”
his eyes lit up as he turned away, hiding a smile. a flustered Caleb was always one of your favorite sights because of how cute he could be. he told you once that he didn’t talk about you often to all of his friends because some of them would point out how enamored with you he looked. his eyes met yours a moment later, “are you sure?”
you nodded. “unless you don’t want to.”
“i do,” he said. and then he leaned in, lips pressing against your own gently. he drew back slowly, giving you a small smile before shying away. “it’s just a first,” he told you, visibly flustered, “we’ll have better kisses.”
you’d hold him to that.
Rafayel🧜🏻♀️
Rafayel had been painting when you approached him, a cup of coffee sitting on the table next to him while he worked. His feet bare as always, his purple hair slightly messy knowing he just woke up and his button up shirt unbuttoned half way ,giving you a view of his soft masculine form. the two of you were still in the early stages of dating (he’d only asked to be your boyfriend a little under a month ago), and you knew he was getting mildly annoyed with the way you kept dodging his attempts to kiss you. you came up with excuses–the first few which he accepted as truth, but you knew Rafayel well enough. even though he had his dumb moments (as everyone did), Rafayel wasn’t an idiot. he just might have jumped to a conclusion that lead to a slight argument between the two of you.
“i’ve never kissed anyone before,” you blurted out after sitting down, “and i really don’t want our first kiss to suck.”
he looked up, placing his paint brush, stained with blue paint down as he studied your face. “oh.”
he’d confronted you the night before over the phone and asked if you were actually into him. you swore you were, and when he pushed, you argued that he could wait for you to tell him face to face. the ‘now versus later’ argument was small, sure, but you felt awful after he finally agreed to meet you the next morning.
“you should have told me,” he said, yet his voice stayed soft. “i would have understood.” you toyed with the rings on your fingers idly, not quite meeting his gaze. “it’s embarrassing.”
“it’s not.” he reached across the table, slightly batting away one of your hands in favor of holding the other. he called your name, waiting for you to look up at him. “what do you want me to do?”
you blinked at him, unsure of what he meant.
“do you want it to be special? or do you want to wait?”
“special how?”
Rafayel arranged a date for the two of you with the promise that you’d only kiss him if you wanted to. otherwise, it was just another romantic outing. dinner together, a walk through an art museum, and then he took you star-gazing at the beach . Rafayel could be romantic, but he definitely turned it up just to try and make it memorable for you.
and when you kissed him at the end of the date, content with how he went out of his way to make this memorable for you, you swore you saw more stars in his eyes than in the sky. if a starry-eyed Rafayel was going to greet you every time you kissed him, you’d definitely have to surprise him with little kisses from now on.
Xavier⭐️
Xavier had… panicked a little when you finally told him, although he was hit with the relief that you did want to kiss him. you’d dodged his last two moments without saying much (and when you’d apologized, saying you weren’t sure how to tell him you’d never been kissed, he’d stopped you before you could apologize too much). he’d taken your hands, thumbs soothingly running over your knuckles, and asked what you wanted.
“i want both of us to be ready for it,” you had said without much thought to it. and that was when Xavier realized that, as much as he’d been wanting to kiss you, it felt a little… forced to kiss you so soon. his friends had lightly teased him about not kissing you sooner, and maybe he’d gotten a little too in his head thinking that he was keeping you waiting.
waiting, he could do. with the air clear, Xavier felt safer just being himself with you: no pressure to be more than a guy who was falling for you more every day. between lunch dates and walks together and all the sappy things that couples do, Xavier liked holding your hand and admiring you against the backdrop of the world.
maybe that was why the two of you felt ready during a movie night. just the two of you in his apartment, no one to ruin the moment (but himself, he thought, and tried to push that thought away again), and no one to make him feel like he needed to make this perfect. you’d told him you didn’t want perfect once: you wanted him, flaws and all, and it’d been so saccharine that Xavier swore you had his heart then and there.
“can i…?” he’d asked, leaning in.
your forehead had bumped against his own for a moment, and he heard the soft way you laughed before angling your face and closing the distance between the two of you. he would commit the way your lips had curved into a smile to his memory, smiling back as he kissed you gently.
and maybe it wasn’t the perfect first kiss he’d drafted in his mind on late nights where the thought kept him awake… but the moment belonged to both of you now.
Sylus🖤
Sylus had been listening to you talk for the past several minutes until you finally dropped a bomb on him casually while he was sitting on his work chair and cleaning his gun like always. You were sitting on the edge of his work table in front of him and talking about random stuff cuz you were bored “and, you know, since i’ve never been kissed, it kind of hurt when she said it’s weird to not have it in your teens–”
The moment you said that, he stopped his hand from moving the cloth over the gun and looked up at you with slight surprise in his red eyes. “you’ve never been kissed?”
you had blinked, realizing you’d never mentioned it before. “no?” “oh.” he said in his deep voice, the surprise never leaving his eyes.
“is… that a bad thing?” you watched him for a moment. “i thought i told you.”
“you didn’t,” he said, and then realized how awkward he must have become. “it’s not a big deal, kitten. i just… thought someone would have kissed you before.”
“welp.." You said slightly embarrassed as you shrugged your shoulders.
“i mean… i want to kiss you,” Sylus said, “i can’t imagine people not wanting to kiss you. not that they haven’t. i mean–you’re… very kissable.”
the way you snorted in response made him crack a smile, thankful that he hadn’t offended you. truly, Sylus was sure he was living in his own world where everyone else had to see how special you were. it couldn’t just be him, he refused to accept that.
“i just never found someone i really wanted to kiss before,” you’d said with another shrug. “you’re the first, i guess.”
oh. He felt his usual smirk creeping up on his face, replacing the surprise In his eyes. "is that so, kitten?"
“that’s what i said,” you teased. “you don’t have to kiss me now if you don’t want to, but i’d be happy kissing you–”
and so Sylus , put the gun on the table next to you, folded the cloth he was using and placed it over the gun, covering the weapon, then leaned in, lips brushing against your own for a quick moment. the action had made you stop completely in your tracks, train of thought thrown from its own path, and stare at him with your mouth agape and eyes wide. he’d merely smiled back at you, face growing even warmer.
"I wasn't ready!!" you complained, eyebrows furrowed in protest ,causing Sylus to chuckle and lean back against the chair "you were ready, kitten, I saw it in those pretty eyes of yours"
Warnings: dom!Sylus bratty!reader, established relationship, power play, oral (f receiving), fingering (intense), subspace (first time), aftercare, emotional softness, filthy and tender
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You knew the look.
He didn’t have to say a word. Didn’t need to lift a brow or purse his lips or mutter a warning. Just that look—head tilted, tongue poking his cheek, dark eyes skating over your frame with the kind of lazy, controlled hunger that made your skin crawl with heat. And right now, Sylus was giving you that look across the couch.
“You gonna keep staring or actually say what’s on your mind?” you teased, twirling the drawstring on his Pajama shorts that you borrowed shorts. He leaned back, one arm slung over the back of the couch, legs spread just a little wider. “You want me to say it?”
You blinked. “Maybe.”
“I was thinking…” he exhaled, voice already dropping low, “…you’ve been a brat all day. Maybe you want attention. Is that it?”
You smirked, knowing exactly what he meant. You’d pushed his buttons since noon—stealing the last bite of his food, sitting on his lap and then getting up like nothing, leaving your panties “accidentally” on the bathroom counter where he’d find them. Now here you were, curled up in your sleep shirt and tiny shorts, toeing the line.
“Maybe I just like annoying you.” “Mmh.” He leaned forward slightly. “You like the consequences more.” You shifted, biting back a grin.
The thing about Sylus? He never snapped. He simmered. Controlled, patient, terrifyingly calm until he had you exactly where he wanted you—writhing, overstimulated, babbling into his hand.
You were already in his lap, practically purring. One thigh slung over his, your sleep shirt hitched up just enough to keep his eyes dropping every time you shifted. You’d been like this all night—touchy, clingy, squirmy. Not desperate. Not really. Just bored. Dangerous. His hand was on your leg, thumb tracing the inner crease slowly like he was debating whether to keep playing nice. You leaned forward, dragged your lips down his jaw, and whispered, “Still mad I drank last sip of wine?” His only response was a hum. Quiet. Calculated. You recognized the sound. That was the “I’m letting you dig your own grave” hum. So, naturally, you kept going.
You let your fingers trail up his arm, over his chest, playing with the chain he hadn’t taken off. Then your hand slid under his shirt, nails dragging lightly over his stomach. You kissed the corner of his mouth—just a little messy—and waited.
“You done?” he asked, eyes flicking to you. Calm. Too calm.
“Dunno,” you said, straddling him properly now, grinding down once with just enough friction to get a reaction. “Depends. You gonna do something about it?” His hand caught your hip so fast you gasped.
“Kitten” he said, low and close, “if I touch you right now, you’ll regret running your mouth like that.” “Oh yeah?” you breathed, playing innocent. “What’ll you do?”He smiled. “Start with my mouth. Then maybe use my fingers until you forget your name.”
That shut you up.
Sylus kissed you once—slow, claiming, hand tight in your hair—before gripping the backs of your thighs and standing. You squealed, legs wrapping around him instinctively as he carried you down the hall. By the time your back hit the bed, you were soaking. He peeled your panties and pants off at a glacial pace, watching you the whole time like a predator. His tongue dragged up your inner thigh, then his lips brushed your folds—just a tease, just enough to make you twitch.
“Still wanna be a brat?” he asked. You smiled sweetly. “Always.”His mouth was on you before you could blink.
Sylus devoured you like he had nowhere else to be. Messy. Focused. His tongue circled your clit, then sucked, firm and slow, until your back arched off the mattress. You reached for his hair—he let you, for now.
“Sy—fuck—Sylus—”
His arms pinned your thighs open, mouth locked on you like he was drunk on your taste. When your moans pitched higher, when your legs started to tremble, he pulled off with a wet pop. You whined.
“Not yet,” he said darkly, crawling up your body. “You haven’t earned it.” You let out a breathless laugh, body flushed and squirming. Your fingers found his again. You brought his hand up to your mouth—and bit it. Playfully. just a little nip against his knuckle.
Sylus froze. “…You did not just—”
You looked up at him through your lashes, lips still wrapped around his fingers. “Oops.” He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. The other? Oh, he gave you what you asked for. Two fingers shoved inside with zero warning, deep and brutal, the stretch enough to punch the breath out of you. Your body jerked violently, knees kicking up. You didn’t even get time to adjust—his fingers were moving instantly, fucking up into you fast, hard, unrelenting.
“Sylus—SYLUS, o-oh my god—!”
“Bite me again,” he growled, mouth hot against your jaw, “and next time, I’ll make you come with your mouth stuffed so full you forget what biting feels like.” Your moan broke. He didn’t let up. His pace was savage—each thrust precise, fingers curling deep as your body convulsed under him. He leaned in, watching every twitch, lips brushing your ear.
“You’re already shaking,” he mocked. “You wanted this, right?” You couldn’t even nod. Couldn’t speak.Everything started blurring. Sounds dulled. Your limbs felt heavy—too hot, too soft, too slow. The only thing you could feel was him.
“Eyes on me,” he snapped. “Don’t float away yet—” But you were already slipping. Your vision hazy, your muscles limp, your mouth open in a silent moan. You couldn’t feel time. Couldn’t think. Just this warm, heady fog flooding every inch of you. It felt like falling.Like being completely, blissfully gone. And he saw it.
His rhythm slowed immediately. His grip shifted—from control to care. His hand left your wrists. He pressed kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your temple, whispering your name like it was the only anchor in the room. “Hey… hey. I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice soft now. “You’re okay, kitty.” You blinked, barely. Your lips were numb. You felt like you were floating above yourself, heart pounding in slow motion. “First time?” he whispered, brushing your hair back. You gave the tiniest nod, and his face changed. Melted. He slipped his fingers out with care and settled beside you, wrapping your body in his arms. One hand cradled the back of your head. The other rubbed slow circles into your spine.
“You did so good,” he whispered. “So fucking perfect.” You were too far gone to respond. All you could do was bury your face in his chest as he held you tighter, whispering soft praises until the room stopped spinning.He stayed like that for a long time. Kissing your forehead. Letting you breathe. Making sure you didn’t fall too far.And when you finally came back, when your eyes cleared and you looked at him? He smiled, brushed a knuckle along your jaw, and said:
The room was still spinning. Not violently. Not fast. Just this slow, syrupy drift—like your limbs were weightless and the world was too far away to grab hold of. Your face was pressed into Sylus’s chest, the skin beneath your cheek warm and damp, rising and falling in a rhythm that kept you tethered. He hadn’t let go. Not once. His arms were still wrapped around you like your body was something precious. Like if he loosened his grip, you’d slip right through the mattress and disappear.
“You back with me yet?” he murmured into your hair. You tried to answer but all that came out was a whimper. He smiled softly against your temple. “Thought so. It’s okay. Take your time.” His fingers—clean now—were stroking your spine slowly, over and over in hypnotic passes. You didn’t know when he’d wiped you down or tucked the blanket around your legs. Everything between then and now felt foggy. Warm. Safe.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispered. You blinked against his chest and nodded. “Was that your first time going under?” Your throat caught. You managed a small, “…Yeah.” he’s hand paused on your back. Then pressed a little firmer “I knew,” he said softly. “Could feel it. The way you went so quiet, so fast. You didn’t fight me. Didn’t even flinch when I kept going.” You swallowed thickly, still floating. “I didn’t know it was subspace,” you murmured, voice weak. “Just felt… gone. But good. Like nothing mattered except you.” Sylus exhaled slowly, then kissed your forehead. “That’s exactly it.” You felt him shift. Just enough to look down at you properly.
His tone dipped—gentle, but firm. “You need to tell me next time, okay? I’ll always take care of you, but I need to know when you’re drifting so I can bring you back.” You nodded. His words landed somewhere deep, somewhere raw and open. You felt your eyes sting. Sylus noticed immediately. “Hey,” he whispered, cupping your face, “look at me.” You did. “I’m proud of you,” he said, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “You let go for the first time. With me.” That made the tears spill.
Not sobs. Just a few silent drops. You felt exposed in a way you never had before. Not humiliated—held. Like someone had reached into the quietest, kinkiest, most vulnerable corner of your mind and stayed there with a flashlight and a blanket. Sylus kissed you. Slow. No heat. Just reassurance. Then he sat up, still holding you.
“Stay right here,” he said. “I’m getting you water and something sweet.”
He came back in less than a minute—shirt off, hair a mess, handing you a glass of cold water and a piece of dark chocolate. You took both with shaky fingers. He sat beside you, rubbing circles into your thigh as you drank. The chocolate melted slowly on your tongue. Grounding. Comforting. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, eyes never leaving you. “Your color’s coming back. That floaty look is fading.” You gave a soft laugh. “I still feel a little stupid.” he turned fully toward you. “Why?” “I don’t know… because I bit you like a brat and ended up a puddle, drooling on your chest.” He smirked. “Yeah, and it was hot as fuck.”
You choked a little on your laugh. “Sylus—” “I’m serious. You trust me enough to go there. You gave me that part of you. That’s not stupid. That’s everything.” Your heart stuttered. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “And for the record?” His voice dipped lower, teasing now. “Next time you want to bite me, I’ll make sure your mouth is too full to even try.” Your thighs clenched instinctively. He grinned.
“Ah-ah,” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You just came down from your first subspace trip. I’m not touching you again unless you ask. Clearly. Loudly. And after at least one nap.”
You sighed. “You’re so responsible.” “I’m the responsible one you begged to finger the soul out of you,” he quipped. You swatted his shoulder, but he caught your hand and kissed your knuckles. Then he laid back, pulling you with him, letting your body settle on top of his chest like it belonged there. One hand slipped into your hair. The other traced your spine again, soft as ever.
“Sleep,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
And you believed him. Entirely. Because even after everything—after all the filth, all the fire—Sylus still held you like you were his to protect.
Warnings: mutual masturbation, porn, closet sex, rough sex, first time together, desperate thrusting, overstimulation, hand over mouth, biting, semi-public sex, stifled moans, creampie, aftershocks, dazed clinging, emotionally intense.
genre: smut
You and Caleb have always been open with each other.It was part of the reason your friendship worked — that weird, shameless kind of bond where nothing was off-limits. He could talk to you about anything. You could say things that would’ve made other people flinch, and he’d just laugh, head tipped back, telling you that your brain was his favorite place in the world.
here were no rules. Just you, and him, and the strange little rhythm you’d fallen into over the years. Late-night hangouts, casual sleepovers, the occasional too-long hug when one of you needed something unspoken. No lines ever crossed, but plenty blurred.
So when he asked you to come over that night — casual, chill, just to hang — you didn’t think twice.
You showed up in your usual post-shower state: oversized hoodie, bare legs, the kind of soft cotton underwear that felt like home. His place was warm, clean in a way that said he’d tried to impress you without saying it out loud.
He opened the door, hair messy, smile crooked. “You’re late.”
“You’re lucky I came at all.” You say in your usual sassy tone.
He stuck his tongue out. “You always come when I ask.”
You rolled your eyes, stepping in.
Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the quiet intimacy of the night. But somehow, two episodes into whatever trashy dating show you’d landed on, something shifted.
“Do you mind,” Caleb said, reaching lazily for his MacBook, “if I put something else on?”
You shrugged. “Sure.”
You thought he was going to play some lame ass action movie but no. you didn’t expect him to open his browser and pull up porn.
"you disgusting little shit" you say with disgusted facial expression causing Cable to laugh.
“Don’t worry,” he said, like this was totally normal. “I’m not gonna jerk off. Just… I don’t know. I like having it on sometimes.”
You stared at him. “With me right here?” “That’s the point.” you keep staring at him and openly judging him.
“I can’t enjoy it when I’m alone,” he said with a small shrug. “It’s not hot unless someone else is in the room. I’m not gonna do anything unless you want me to. I just… I don’t know. It feels less sad this way.”
You stared at him, mouth opening, then closing. "Caleb...that is not normal." He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “You say that like I’m trying to be normal.” Your instinct was to say no. To laugh it off. To tell him he was fucking insane and grab your shoes. But you didn’t. Instead, you sighed, shaking your head, and muttered, “Fine. But you’re not allowed to make this weird." “I never make anything weird.” “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.” He winked. “And yet… you’re still here.” You roll your eyes and lean your head back. what the hell were you still doing here.
The video was loud. That was the first problem. The moans were high and breathy and clearly real — not the fake, over-the-top stuff that was easy to ignore.
the second problem was Caleb himself.
He didn’t just watch it. He felt it. Breathing in these slow, shallow hitches. Sinking back into the pillows like he was alone, even though you were right there.
You weren't just watching the screen. You were watching him.
His mouth was slightly open. His chest rose and fell under the soft black tee he’d half-tucked into those stupid grey sweatpants — the ones you’d teased him about a thousand times for being too dangerous. and the he fucking moved. Just a shift of the hips at first. Then his hand — long fingers twitching — rested near his thigh. A rub. Absentminded at first. Then another. Slower. Firmer.
Your stomach dipped. He groaned, soft and low. His head tilted back. And that sound — fuck, that sound — sent a pulse straight between your legs.
You tried to ignore it. You tried so hard. But your body was already reacting before your brain could process what was happening. Your thighs pressed together. You adjusted your hoodie. You stopped breathing entirely when his eyes flicked toward you and then dropped — low, slow, hungry.
“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded too quickly. “Fine.”He smiled — a little too knowingly — and exhaled. “Fuck, she sounds like you.” You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“The girl. On the video.” His voice was dreamy, almost dazed. “She moans like you.” you stared at him "wait..how do you even know what I sound like you creep?" He looked at you then, eyes dark and shining. “You think I’ve never heard you?” Your skin started to heat up and your cheeks flushed "What the fuck Caleb"
“I wasn’t trying to. But you always leave your door cracked. And sometimes I’d just be passing by and then… you’d make this sound. Like you didn’t know how to stop yourself.”
You opened your mouth to say something — anything — but then he moaned again. This time because of you. He was hard now. Very visibly hard.
“God,” he whispered. “Why is this so much hotter with you here?”
you rub your temples, trying to calm yourself down but it was no use "Caleb..I swear.."
Your body was buzzing. Your underwear damp. And every inch of space between you suddenly felt razor-thin, unbearable.
“Touch yourself,” he said, almost breathless.
your eyes went wide and you look at him "Excuse me..? Caleb you can't just say that..!"
He leaned in, voice low. “Please. I need it,” he said, groaning again as he pressed into his palm. “And I don’t want to be the only one.” His eyes flicked to your legs. “You’re turned on.” “I’m not—” “You are.” His voice was firmer now. “I can see it. The way your thighs are clenched. The way you’re breathing.” You looked away. He reached out, gently brushing your knee. “Look at me.” You did. “I swear,” he said, “I’ll stop if you tell me to. But if you want this even a little… just stay.” You exhaled. Shaky. Unsure. Wet. And you stayed. Neither of you said anything for a long moment.
The porn still played softly in the background, but it was just noise now — the tension in the room had turned so dense it pressed in on your skin like heat, like breath. Caleb dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand hadn’t left his lap. You were still watching him. And he was watching you watching him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, voice hoarse. Your chest tightened. “No.” That was all he needed.
He shifted closer, just barely, and let out a sound — low, needy — as he rolled his hips against his palm. The motion was subtle, but it jolted through you like lightning. He rubbed again, slow, firm, a deliberate drag of pressure down the thick line in his sweatpants. Your thighs clenched instinctively. You were soaked. You could feel it — the press of cotton against slick skin, the fluttering ache that had been growing steadily in your core from the moment he started moaning.
He looked drunk off it. His mouth was open, panting softly. His eyes flicked over your face, down your body, then back to your eyes.“Touch yourself,” he said again, quieter this time. “I want to see what you look like when you’re needy.” You let out a breath that trembled. Your hand moved before your mind could stop it — sliding under the hem of your hoodie, then beneath the waistband of your underwear. Caleb’s eyes followed every inch.
“Oh my god” he whispered. Your fingers dipped into yourself. Soaked. Your breath hitched hard.
Caleb groaned — loud, ragged — and dropped his head back against the headboard, his hand now gripping the full length of his cock over his sweats. The bulge was thick and heavy, straining the fabric. “Fuck, you’re touching yourself,” he rasped. “I can’t believe you’re actually…”
You moaned — quietly, shakily — and he snapped his eyes open. “Say something,” he begged. “Tell me what you feel like.” “I’m so wet,” you whispered, eyes closing. “I’ve never been this wet just from watching someone.”
That made him gasp.
“God—fuck—” He shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, and suddenly you couldn’t look away. He was long, flushed red at the tip, already glistening with pre-cum. You whimpered. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “You know that? Just—so fucking pretty when you touch yourself like that. Show me more.”
You moved your fingers again, slow and deliberate, spreading the slickness and brushing over your clit. Your hips arched subtly into the motion, breath stuttering.
Caleb watched like a man starved.
“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly, voice broken. “Fuck—I want my face between your legs so bad.” Your whole body shuddered.
He jerked himself once, twice — not fast, but hard. Focused. Like he was trying to memorize the way it felt while staring at you. You moaned again, louder this time. Embarrassed at how fast your body was unraveling.
“I’ve thought about this before,” he confessed, still stroking. “Not like this exactly. But… you. Under me. Wet and panting. Saying my name.” You bit your lip, fingers moving faster now. “I didn’t think we’d ever—” "Me neither,” he whispered. “But now I don’t even want to stop.” The air was charged, burning. You were close. So close it was making your knees tremble.
Caleb leaned in again, his free hand brushing against your thigh as if asking for permission. You didn’t stop him. His lips were inches from your ear when he whispered, “Let me help.” You paused. Swallowed. He watched you — tense, hopeful, ruined — until you nodded. And then… the shift happened.
Caleb slipped his hand down, fingers brushing yours under the band of your underwear. You gasped, but didn’t pull away. He cupped you gently, middle finger sliding through the mess you’d made.
“Oh my fucking god,” he whispered. “You’re soaked.” Your head dropped against his shoulder. “You made me like this,” you breathed.“Yeah?” he said, voice shaking. “You like watching me stroke my cock for you?” You whimpered again. “Yes—fuck, yes.”
He slid his finger in, slow and deep, while still stroking himself with the other hand. You cried out, biting down on your hoodie sleeve as he moved inside you, curling slightly.
“Come for me,” he said, lips against your temple. “Please. I want to see you fall apart.” It didn’t take long. Your body clenched tight, the pressure building sharp and sudden until it broke — heat flooding you from the inside out, your voice catching as you gasped and ground against his hand.
Caleb let out a desperate groan and came right after you, hot and heavy against his stomach, chest rising in ragged breaths as his hips jerked through the last few strokes.
You both collapsed sideways into the pillows, breathing hard, sweaty, trembling.For a moment, it was quiet. And Then— “That was…” you began, voice wrecked. “I know.” He laughed, still panting. “I know.”
You turned your head to look at him. His hair was a mess. His lips were red. His eyes were soft now — not teasing, not smug. Just open.“That didn’t feel casual,” you whispered. His gaze dropped to your mouth.“No,” he said. “It didn’t.” You didn’t know what would come next.
The worst part wasn’t what happened between you. It was the silence after.The way everything between you and Caleb felt louder because no one was talking about it.
You’d spent the last three nights pretending that orgasm hadn’t happened. That your fingers hadn’t tangled with his. That he hadn’t whispered I want to taste you while stroking himself, eyes on your mouth. You didn’t talk about it. You couldn’t. But the tension between you? You may as well have been shouting.
He sat closer now. Looked longer. He didn’t tease like he used to — not playfully, not harmlessly. Now every glance had heat. Every brush of skin felt intentional.
So when Gideon shouted across the living room, “Let’s play hide and seek — losers get a punishment dare,” you already knew something was going to go wrong.
Because you and Caleb couldn’t be trusted anymore. You didn’t even plan to hide in the closet. You were laughing, breathless, the count ticking down — Ten! Nine! Eight! — and you darted around a corner in the hallway looking for literally anywhere to disappear. The closet door was cracked open. You pushed in and—“Shit—!” A hand reached out to yank you the rest of the way in.
Caleb.
He shoved the door closed behind you both, muffling your gasp, then exhaled hard against your ear.
You were chest to chest. Pressed flush to him. The closet was barely the size of a broom closet — coats brushing your cheeks, the smell of old cedar, the wood beneath your bare feet cool from the tile.
“Seriously?” you whispered, half-giggling. “You’re here?” “You ran into me,” he hissed. “Be quiet—” Footsteps passed in the hallway. The sound of someone shouting: “Not in the bathroom!” You both stilled. And then you started laughing.
Quiet, breathy little giggles that made your shoulders shake. His hands were on your hips now, steadying you, his face so close you could feel his mouth twitch into a smile.
“Shhh,” he whispered, amused. “You’re gonna get us caught.” “It’s your fault,” you whispered back. “Yeah?” His breath ghosted your cheek. “Pretty sure it’s yours.”
Your back hit the wall as you shifted to give him room. But there was no room. Nowhere to go.His thigh brushed up between yours. Your knee bent just slightly. And that’s when you felt it. The slow, unmistakable press of something hard against your hip.
You froze.
Caleb did, too. “Caleb—?” you whispered.
He didn’t answer right away. His breath had turned shallow, his forehead dropping forward slightly to rest against the wall beside your head.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I can’t help it.”His voice was low. Strained. Honest. You swallowed.
It didn’t feel like a joke. It didn’t even feel like a dare. It just… was. Real. Present. Pressed right up against you.
The memory of that night came rushing back — the way he gasped when you moaned, the wet sound of your bodies moving in sync, the look in his eyes when he touched you like it meant something.
And now you were here.
Too close. Too warm. Your short dress had ridden up when he pulled you in, and your bare legs were brushing his sweatpants with every shaky inhale.
You should’ve moved away. You didn’t. Instead, you whispered, “This is dangerous.”
He nodded. Barely. “I know.”
Your hands were on his chest, fingers curled into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands still sat heavy on your hips. Neither of you were breathing quite right.
And then—you shifted.
Just the smallest movement. An unconscious roll of your hips as you tried to balance.
And Caleb let out the quietest, shattered groan. Your stomach dropped. “Don’t do that,” he whispered.
“Do what?” But your voice was thinner now.
“That.”
You did it again. Just to be sure. The press of your core against him was slow, experimental — your thin underwear the only barrier between your body and the thick, hard line of his cock beneath his sweats. He whined. Low, soft, desperate. His forehead dropped to your shoulder. You felt him tremble.
“You can’t grind on me like that,” he breathed. “You were already hard.” “And now you’re already wet.” The words punched the breath out of your lungs.
You didn’t say anything — couldn’t — and instead let yourself roll against him again, slowly this time, hips rocking once more into his. His mouth dropped open. You felt it brush your skin.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
The coats swayed faintly beside you as he gently pressed you back into the wall, his hands tightening at your waist, thumbs brushing under the edge of your dress. You gasped quietly as he rocked up into you, the friction too good, too familiar.
“I think about it every night,” he whispered, like it hurt. “The way you sound when you come. How soft you were. How hot your hand felt over mine.” You were burning.
Your body responded before your mind did — rocking again, your arms slipping up around his neck to muffle a soft, stuttering moan into his shoulder. He cursed under his breath. Then he stilled. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
You didn’t. Instead, you leaned in — your lips brushing his, breath against breath, heart in your throat. And that’s when the closet door creaked.
“Anyone in here?” someone called.
You and Caleb froze.Your mouth hovered over his. Neither of you moved. Neither of you dared. The door didn’t open. Footsteps passed. And the second you were alone again, Caleb exhaled.You were still catching your breath when you heard it. The soft click of the inside lock. Caleb had turned the tiny latch on the closet door — sealing you both inside. Your eyes darted to his, wide, breathless, heart kicking.
“What are you doing—?”
But he was already shifting you, gentle but firm.
Turning you in the dark, pressing your front to the wall of the closet, your palms flat against the wood paneling, your chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. His voice came at your ear, low and wrecked. “I can’t pretend anymore.” His hands slid up your thighs — slow, reverent, shaking slightly — fingers brushing the hem of your dress, pushing it higher until it was bunched around your hips. You gasped when you felt it — the warm weight of his cock, thick and flushed, freed from his sweats and nestled right in the crease of your thighs. Hot, hard skin against the damp cotton of your panties.
“Caleb—” You tried to say something. Anything. But then he rocked forward. And your mind blanked.
The first thrust wasn’t deep, wasn’t precise — just a desperate press of his cock between your thighs, dragging the thick head right along your clothed pussy. You whimpered. Your knees nearly buckled.His breath left him in a shaky hiss. “Holy fuck—” You didn’t realize you were moving until you were rocking back against him — instinctive, helpless — meeting every slow rut of his hips with the arch of your spine. The friction was perfect. Each thrust of his cock between your thighs rubbed right against your clit through the soaked fabric. It felt filthy. Overwhelming. Like a fever dream you didn’t dare wake up from. And then his mouth was on your neck. Hot, open, wet kisses down your jaw, your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin like he’d wanted to for years. His hands grabbed your hips, greedy now, pulling you tighter against him with every roll of his body.
You were panting, trembling, moaning softly into the wall with every pass of his cock between your slick thighs. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, voice unraveling, “you feel so—shit—so soft.” You turned your head, breath shallow, eyes finding his in the dark.
“Caleb,” you whispered. His mouth crashed into yours before the word could fully leave you. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate.
Tongue and teeth, lips parted, mouths gasping against each other like this kiss had been trapped between you for years. Like he was starving for it. Like you’d never survive it. You grabbed at his hair. He groaned into your mouth. His hand slid up your front, fingers curling under the fabric of your dress, and suddenly he was palming your breast — rough, hungry, his thumb brushing your nipple through the lace of your bra. You arched into his hand. He bit your lip. You whined, trembling, your voice cracking. “I need you.”
He froze.
Your words hung in the air — too raw, too loud, too real.Then he growled, deep in his chest. And his hand moved Down your stomach. Past the waistband of your underwear. Two fingers slid through your soaked slit and came away dripping. He hissed, whispering something under his breath you couldn’t catch. Then he hooked his fingers under your thong — pulled it aside. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slipping between your folds. Your knees nearly gave out.“Are you sure?” he breathed. “Fuck—tell me.” You didn’t hesitate.“Yes. Please—” He didn’t wait another second. He gripped your hip, braced a hand on the wall beside your head, and with a single smooth thrust, sank into you. You gasped — loud and broken. He groaned like it hurt. Like he’d been dreaming of this for too fucking long. You could barely breathe. He filled you so completely you felt split open. Every inch of him slid deep, hot and thick, your body clenching around him like it had been aching for this—like it knew him.
Caleb stayed still at first.
Forehead to your shoulder, panting, hand tight on your hip like he was trying to ground himself. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel like heaven.”You whined — a low, raw sound — hips rolling back into him, your fingers scraping the wall for anything to hold on to. That was all it took. His restraint snapped. His hips drew back. And then he started fucking you. It wasn’t slow anymore.It wasn’t careful.
It was frantic, overwhelming, wet — the obscene slap of skin-on-skin muffled only slightly by the coats around you, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs with each thrust. You tried to be quiet. You really did.
But every time his cock drove into you, you couldn’t stop the moans — breathy and soft at first, then high and frantic as his pace picked up. And when a louder gasp escaped your mouth— His hand clamped over it. Large, warm, shaking fingers curled across your lips, muffling the helpless sounds spilling from you as he pounded into you from behind.You whimpered into his palm. His voice broke right beside your ear. “I’m sorry, baby—I need you quiet—can’t let them hear—” You nodded. Barely. But your body was shaking. Your walls fluttering around him. And Caleb knew you were close.
So he got mean. Rougher.
He slammed into you harder, his cock dragging across all the right spots, your thighs trembling from the pressure of each thrust — and the filthiest part? You were soaked. The squelch of your cunt around him was wet and loud and pornographic, and it only made him fuck you harder. You bit down.
Hard.
Right into the base of his palm as his hand stayed tight over your mouth. He groaned, bucking into you like it drove him insane. “Shit—fuck, just like that—”
He lost rhythm for a second, stuttering into you, hand slipping from your mouth to your throat, thumb under your jaw to tilt your head back, mouth against your skin again.Then he bit down.His teeth sank into the soft curve of your shoulder as he buried himself deep, his moans muffled into your skin. You swore you blacked out for a second. You couldn’t tell which way was up anymore — just the overwhelming drag of his cock, the heat in your belly, the white-noise roar in your ears as your orgasm crept higher, hotter, inevitable.
“Fuck—Caleb—I’m gonna—”
“I know,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—” You came with a cry into his wrist, your whole body spasming. Everything snapped — the pressure, the tension, the weeks of unsaid things between you, all of it boiling over in that moment as you fell apart on his cock.He barely held it together.You felt him twitch inside you, pace faltering, his voice falling to ragged, desperate whimpers. “Fuckfuckfuck—oh my god, I’m gonna—can I—inside—?” You nodded, dazed. “Yes—yes, please—”
One more thrust. Deep. Hot.
And he came with a bitten-off moan into your neck, his body jerking hard as he spilled into you — thick, hot spurts of cum painting your insides, his cock buried deep as he rode out every last pulse, twitching and trembling. You slumped forward, boneless. His arms caught you. Held you there. Both of you breathing like you’d run miles. Sweaty. Shaking. Still joined, still stuffed full. The closet spun in silence. And when his hand finally fell from your mouth, you whispered — voice shot, lips swollen —
“…We can’t ever just be friends again, can we?” And Caleb, still inside you, kissed your shoulder like it was a promise.
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Warninngs: praise, teasing, begging, oral, soft domination, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, corruption, innocence kink, thigh/voice/name fixations, control, messy kisses, pet names, and light degradation.
Zayne`s sexual turn ons❄️:
• Black lace lingerie — Something about delicate, see-through black lace clinging to your curves makes his brain short-circuit. He loves how sinful you look while trying to act innocent. Bonus points if you wear thigh-highs with garters. He’ll grip your waist and whisper, "You're really doing this to me right now?"
• Being called Daddy in a soft voice — He doesn’t always ask for it, but when you drop it in your breathy moans, he loses it. Especially when you’re being a good girl and looking up at him with those eyes. Yes, those eyes — you know the ones.
• When you’re already soaking before he even touches you — There’s a moment of stunned silence when he feels it. Then comes the low chuckle and the, "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, baby?"
• You riding him in a skirt with nothing underneath — He gets feral when you take control, especially if you lean in and whisper exactly how good he feels. Bonus: when you bounce and the little skirt keeps flipping up? Game over.
• Waking him up with head — It’s not even fair. He’s half-asleep, barely aware, and then your mouth is on him? Yeah, he’s moaning your name in under a minute. Will absolutely return the favor tenfold.
• You getting bratty — He loves a little challenge. You roll your eyes? He’ll have you begging in five minutes.
Zayne`s none sexual turn ons❄️:
• You in his oversized hoodie, hair messy, no pants — It’s not sexual... until it is. Something about that domestic image makes him want to ruin you on the kitchen counter.
• Watching you take care of yourself — Skin care, journaling, eating your vitamins — he’s genuinely turned on by how soft and healthy you are. Says it makes him want to protect you, then proceeds to pin you against the wall.
• When you defend him in arguments — He's used to defending you. But when you flip the script? Oh, he’s obsessed. Low-key looks at you like you just proposed.
• You humming while doing chores — He walks by, hears you humming, and suddenly he’s watching your every move like you’re the most fascinating creature alive.
• You resting your head on his lap — Soft touches to his thigh, a quiet little yawn, and your lips brushing his skin? He’ll be hard in 30 seconds and trying to hide it like a gentleman. Key word: trying.
Sylus's sexual turn ons💋:
• Breathless whimpers — Especially when you try to hide them. That quiet gasp when he fingers you just right? He leans in close, grinning like the smug menace he is, and whispers, "Don’t hold back. Let them hear."
• Overstimulation — There’s nothing he loves more than seeing your legs trembling and hearing you say "I can’t" — only for him to keep going until you cum again anyway. "One more," he says, every time. "For me."
• Bondage — He doesn’t even need fancy ropes. Just your hands tied with a scarf and that helpless look in your eyes. He lives for control.
• Calling him sir in public subtly — It’s a dangerous game, but when you pull it off in a whisper while keeping your face all innocent? His grip on your thigh tightens. That’s your only warning.
• Cockwarming — He doesn’t even care if you finish. He just wants you sitting on him, needy and stuffed full while he makes you wait. Like the teasing sadist he is.
• Thigh riding — He loves watching you grind against his thick thighs like you can’t help yourself. Bonus if you end up leaving a wet patch — he’ll tease you for it while looking so damn proud.
Sylus's non sexual turn ons💋:
• Playing with Mehpisto — The way you baby Mehpisto? You’re basically proposing. He’s already imagining you living together. as well as Luke and Keeran, the way you play with them and act like their mother, love.
• When you don’t take his sass and throw it right back — He’s a menace, but when you sass him back with a smirk? He short-circuits and considers proposing on the spot.
• Your back when you’re putting your hair up — That stretch. That sliver of skin. Every damn time. It’s like you do it on purpose.
• Your hands in his hair — Pet him. Scratch his scalp. Stroke the back of his neck. Just know you’re not getting up again until he's done using you as a pillow...or something else.
• Wearing his jewelry — His rings, his chain — it makes him feel like you’re marked by him. You know what that leads to.
Rafayels sexual turn ons🧜🏻♀️:
• Slow, sensual makeouts that turn filthy — He loves building tension. Tongues, teeth, gasps — he’ll pin you against the wall mid-kiss just to see you breathless.
• Body worship — He wants to kiss and touch every inch of you, praising every curve and scar. "So pretty, baby. Mine. All mine."
• Choking kink (light) — He doesn’t do it too rough, but when he places a hand on your neck and you moan? It flips a switch.
• Being teased until he begs — Yes, he will beg. Tease him slow, whisper how desperate he is, and he’ll be whining your name like a prayer.
• Spit play — It’s filthy, it’s messy, and he loves it. You spitting into his mouth? Immediate collapse.
Rafayels none sexual turn ons🧜🏻♀️:
• You letting him paint or sketch you — You're lying there, bare or not, and he’s staring at you like you’re a masterpiece.
• Dancing for/with him — It could be goofy or seductive. Either way, he’s got heart eyes.
• When you touch his face gently — Stroking his cheek? Fixing his hair? Babying him? He melts.
• Back hugs while he’s lost in thought — Sneak up and wrap your arms around him. He’ll lean back into you with the softest smile.
• Playing with his hair — Scratch his scalp and he’ll purr. Literally.
• Matching pajamas — He acts like it’s silly but takes secret photos of you and stares at them when he’s stressed.
• You being confident in yourself — Whether it’s how you dress, speak, or carry yourself, he looks at you like you hung the moon. “Damn. That’s my girl.”
Calebs sexual turn ons🍎:
• Dirty talk — from you — Whisper something filthy and watch him glitch. He tries to match your energy but usually ends up whimpering.
• Desperate kisses — The kind where your hands are in his hair and it feels like you’ll die if you don’t touch him. He gets off on the intensity.
• Messy blowjobs — The wetter the better. Tears, spit, your hands gripping his thighs — he might lose it before you even finish.
• Calling him your pretty boy — Stroke his ego while you ride him and he’ll literally cry.
• Your hands down his pants while cuddling — He loves sneaky touches. Gets flustered but never stops you.
• Mutual teasing until someone snaps — He’ll flirt, you’ll flirt back, and the moment turns into a game of who can break first. Spoiler: it's usually him.
• Eye contact while you’re on your knees — His voice drops when he sees you looking up at him. “You’re so pretty down there,” he breathes, brushing your hair back to get a clearer view.
• Dry humping while fully clothed — There’s something about the friction, the teasing, the way you grind on him with all your clothes still on. Torture — delicious torture.
Calebs none sexual turn ons🍎:
• Sharing food with him — Especially when you feed him bites from your fork. Boyfriend behavior.
• Laughing at his jokes — Whether they’re hilarious or awful, he thrives on your laughter.
• You sharing your hoodie with him — Bonus if it smells like you. Double bonus if it’s oversized and he drowns in it.
• The way you baby him when he’s stressed — You stroke his hair, call him sweet names, kiss his forehead. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel safe.
• Cuddling while watching cartoons together — You fall asleep on his chest mid-episode? He’s not moving for hours.
• The way you fold his laundry without being asked — Domestic acts of love? They hit him right in the chest. And yeah, he absolutely rewards you later.
• Your sleepy voice when you first wake up — It’s all raspy and soft and makes his heart clench and pants tighten.
• When you instinctively reach for his hand in public — He won’t say anything, but his thumb will rub slow circles over your knuckles for the rest of the walk.
• You roasting him back — He teases. You tease back. He gets fake-offended, but secretly he’s thrilled you can keep up.
Xavier sexual turn ons⭐️:
• Power play (him being in control) — He looks soft, but the way he grabs your chin and says, “Use your words, or I’ll stop,” proves he’s anything but.
• Innocent-looking lingerie — White lace, pastel sets, anything that looks soft and sweet? He’s drooling. The contrast between how you look and how filthy you get wrecks him.
• Topping from the bottom — You whine, “Please, baby” while guiding his hands exactly where you want them? He shudders. Thinks about it for days.
• Being called “baby boy” during soft dom moments — It flips a switch in him. His eyes go wide, ears go red, and his hips start stuttering.
• Your thighs wrapped around his waist — He holds on tighter, thrusts deeper, and kisses you like he’s starved.
• Praise kink — Call him a good boy and watch him melt. Say it while you're moaning, and he might cum on the spot.
• Mirror sex — He’s obsessed with watching you watch yourselves. Especially when he’s got a hand around your throat and you’re whimpering his name. “Look how pretty you are when I ruin you.”
• Calling him your pretty boy — Stroke his ego while you ride him and he’ll literally cry.
Xaviers non sexual turn ons⭐️:
• You calling him pet names in your sleepy voice — Baby, love, sweetheart — if you say it half-asleep while snuggled into him? He’s yours forever.
• When you bake for him and let him lick the spoon — Domestic Xavier is activated. Bonus: if you let him smear chocolate on your lips just so he can kiss it off.
• You clinging to him when you’re scared or nervous — He puffs up like a protective guard dog. And afterward? He holds you tighter than usual.
• Soft humming while you do your skincare — It’s calming, cozy, and Xavier will watch from the bed like he’s witnessing an angel.
• Cuddling with your legs tangled under a blanket — He rubs little circles into your calf and whispers about how much he loves your warmth.
Warnings🚨⚠️: little bit of smut and whole lot of cringe 😘😍
Sylus
You and Sylus have had huge fight few days ago, there were plates being thrown, screaming, crying, Mehpisto jumping around anxiously thinking his parents are getting divorced, a whole chaos.
the fight started when Sylus saw you getting too comfortable and close with a cat you found in the garden, accusing you of cheating. But instead of just discussing it together like two grown ups, the argument turned into a screaming match where both of you said exactly what you thought of each other.
the fight was so bad that it resulted in pause of your intimate activities as well as talking or even looking at each other. This obviously led to more frustration from both sides, with both of you being too stubborn to apologise.
Sylus was not happy, he missed you and your body. he missed sleeping next to you, missed touching you and just being close to you. And you, being a brat, didn't make it easier for him. wearing his favourite silky night dresses, walking around the house in just your underwear or his clothes, it was killing him. But he wasn't making it easier for you as well, walking around the house without shirt of showing off his perfectly sculpted body. Both of you needed each other more than you'd like to admit, but neither of you were brave enough to say it. Then one day, everything changed🥰
You woke up wearing your black silky night dress that hugs your body just perfectly, compliments your curves and your figure. You stand by the kitchen counter, making yourself your usual cup of vanilla coffee, no sugar with a splash of milk. The front of ur hips pressing against the cols counter edge as you lean against it and take first sip of your coffee. Sylus wakes up not so long after, he walks into the kitchen wearing his usual dramatic black robe, a pair of boxers and no shirt on. You don't bother looking at him, knowing you'll probably regret it. He leans against the door frame, shamelessly admiring you and your body, the was your night dress barely covers your ass, seeing glimpse of your laced black panties he got you for valentines day last year, the way your chest is rigged perfectly by the silky material, the outline your nipples slightly visible due to lack of bra on your body, you were just a masterpiece, his masterpiece, you belonged to him, only he gets to see you like this, this vulnerable, no make up, natural, in this domestic form.
After awhile he finally walks into the kitchen, his moves confident yet controlled. You feel his presence behind you, the heat of his body tickling your exposed back causing your body to shiver slightly. Then, a pair of strong hands make their way towards the counter edge and grip it, trapping you behind him and the counter, your back almost pressed against his masculine chest. You glanced down at his veiny hands and forearms, momentarily feeling jealous of the damn counter, wishing those hands were gripping and holding you instead.
"almost done?" a deep sexy voice you can only recognise as your husband's whispers in your ear and sends another set of goosebumps down your body. You can feel his hot breath in your ear, making your lower stomach feel the certain way.
"Maybe I am. What's it to you?" You say in your usual bratty tone that he can't resist. a low chuckle leaves his lips after hearing your bratty comment, one of his hands moving from the counter edge and going straight down to your ass, slapping it hard causing you to flinch and let out small whimper, your eyebrows furrowing at the unexpected action.
"Hey! what-" You start, but before you could finish your complaint he wraps his other hand around your neck and pulls you closer to him, his body pressing against you from behind, letting you feel every curve and contour of his body against your behind.
"You really think that being a brat will do you justice today, Kitten?" He asks as his hand that was on your ass starts moving to your thigh and up your dress, while gripping it tightly. "You've been such a bitch this week..not letting me touch you or even talk to you..and now you decided to be brat too?" he whispers In your ear causing your cheeks to flush slightly, but not from embarrassment, yet heat, the heat he makes you feel, the heat your body gets every time he does stuff like this to you.
"I...I was just.." you whisper softly before he cuts you off once again " you were just trying to rile me up and tease me again, hm? Is that it baby? you want me to get mad and make you regret everything you said?" He asks as his lips start traveling down from your ear down to your jaw, leaving gentle kisses along the way, his hand traveling up the skirt of your dress until his fingers reach the edge of your laced panties causing you to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together slightly, feeling the heat building up between them.
"Sylus.." the worlds come out of your mouth as a small sweet moan, causing the man behind you to smirk and move his hand even higher. you can't take it anymore, you needed him. you turn around to face him and smash his lips against his causing his eyes to widen slightly in supers but quickly kisses you back and grip your hips, pushing your back against the counter edge and rolling his hips into yours, causing his growing arousal to press against you heat.
The kiss is messy, agressive and Hungry. His hands travel from your hips to the back opening of your dress, he grips the edge and rips the dress apart in one motion causing you to gasp into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and start attacking your neck "God..I missed you so much" he groans against you neck. you throw your head back and moan as he kisses your neck "Sylus..please-" Just then, mehpisto flies into the kitchen and caws causing both you and sylus to gasp and turn to look at him.
"DAMN IT YOU LITTLE SHIT" Sylus groans and his you to hide your body, you slap sylus's arm to remind him that mehpisto doesn't deserve to be yelled at.
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