Hello, Sweetie.

ᯓ ✈︎ Mile high club with captain caleb

He’s had years to picture this. Talking you filthy over the comms, watching you fall apart in the co-pilot seat while he flies smooth. But nothing prepared him for how perfect it looks in real life. You, stripped to just helmet and boots, legs spread, dripping in your seat…

…and it’s all happening on his birthday

Caleb answers a weather report from the tower “good copy, light winds…” but his eyes are locked on your dripping cunt. “affirm, visibility is excellent.” the moment the comms go silent he exhales hard: “gotta give it to you…you’re making multitasking kinda hard. Good thing I’ve never turned down a challenge~”

He pats the center stick between you, turns his palm up, fingers curling invitingly “c’mere pips. You can ride the plane and your pilot… well, partly.” That cheeky, dumb grin. “dick’s off limits up here, I’m a lil busy, y’see. But this seat is all yours if you’re gonna be good.”

“roger that” you tease back, rocking down on his fingers. Caleb keeps fingering you right over the stick while he flies the jet perfectly level. Every time you get loud he turns the volume of the intercom up with a smirk. “Shhh… tower might hear how wet you are for me. I told you to be good.”

Define good: you really go for it, grinding down hard on the thick stick, taking more and more, dripping all over it. Caleb’s eyes blow wide. Yeah, he’d pictured this in his head… but he underestimated just how horny you’d get… and he way overestimated how chill he would be watching you fuck plastic like it was his own cock

“pips— wait… please…not so deep, that’s not— fuck…” His fingers curl harder, trying to give you what you want, but you’re just taking even more of the stick. His cock throbs so bad it feels like it’s trying to dig itself out of his flight suit

“nhhh— pipsqueak—” his voice cracks through the comms. Caleb has never been this pissed off at a piece of plastic in his whole damn life. And it’s all happening on his fucking birthday. Before you can sink down any deeper he’s yanking his flight suit open, dick springing out flushed and leaking.

“Pilot requesting co-pilot. Now.”

You don’t even hesitate, whimpering “will comply” as you straddle him, helmets clinking together as you sink down. The second his fat cock stretches you open you both moan. He grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, burying himself to the balls in one desperate thrust

The autopilot chime fills the cabin together with his chuckle “yeah… ehe— nhh—you hear that? That’s the sound of me folding… you happy now? Cause I am. Gonna fill you up so full ahhh—you’ll still be leaking when we land.” he mutters while fucking up into you. “Say you still trust your pilot… c’mon, tell me, I need to kno—”

The tower crackles through with a weather update: “…experiencing some light turbulence ahead…”

“copy that, we’ll ride it out.”

The second the frequency cut he slams up into you hard, groaning hot against your neck as turbulence starts shaking the plane. “Shiii— feel that?” his hips snap up in urgent bucks, one arm locked around your waist, the other still hovering near the controls “baby girl, I need you to be quick for me… gonna be a good co-pilot? gonna cum on your pilot? fuckkk— permission to cum… confirm? Nhh— baby— I’m.so.close—”

“confirmed.”

Your helmets knock together with every hard thrust as he spills deep right at the peak of the turbulence. A soft kiss presses to your helmet as the shaking stops, autopilot clicking off and the plane steady once more in his hands.

“…my birthday wish this year?” he pants “please don’t tell anyone your pilot lost control at forty thousand feet, not even me. Next birthday tho… same altitude?”

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

He's going to be away for a week and that's Awful. That's So Long away from home :((( There's really not much that can be done about it though :((((

So imagine trying to sleep entire days away so he'll be back faster. Just completely cooped up in bed, only conscious to eat and call him, before forcing yourself to go back to sleep

Is it healthy? Not at all. Do you feel bad being so clingy and dependent on him being there? Of course

But that doesn't change how much you miss him

When he comes home, you're forcing yourself to stay awake now. Days of changing your sleep cycle has left you exhausted, most definitely depressed. But you knew he was coming back today, so you wanted to be awake to greet him the moment he steps through the door

And his expression is half worried, half adoring as he accepts your hug and pats your head. "Awe, did my kitten miss me?"

And you get a little teared up from exhaustion as you nod and bury yourself closer, breathing him in, soaking up his warmth and presence

LEIGHHHH oughgdkjfjksklfsjj your tags on my post ^ had me tearing up too!!! "he doesn't think about being missed" NOO him not considering that you're waiting at home for him, aching with loneliness, because he's never been truly missed like that before. the twins are incredibly self sufficient and mephisto is in constant communication with him. while they miss him at times, they don't show it or communicate that to him. they haven't lived a life where they can give that sort of softness so easily.

now that he suddenly has someone like you in his life, someone soft and sweet who can't hold back their tears or brush aside their hurt so easily, he's constantly hit with surprises. so when he walks in on you asleep with your face buried in his pillow, dried tears on your cheeks, he freezes and stops breathing for a moment, completely still. he never could have expected this outcome, because he doesn't see himself as someone who can be missed.

you stir when he climbs into bed behind you, and your half-asleep state makes you honest and vulnerable. honest enough to whimper and weakly grasp at his arms as they wrap around you, mumbling about how much you missed him between weak little hiccups and sobs. his chest aches with guilt as he curls around you, apologizing softly and promising he won't be gone for so long again, he'll prioritize communicating with you over focusing on his business.

ougghkdjskkjf and secretly spiraling while he's gone for so long, assuring him that you're fine when he asks in calls while you're curled up in bed, crying all alone. feeling ashamed at how dependent you've become on his affection and not wanting to burden him while he's already overworked and stressed about this deal. he prompts you, asking if everything's alright, and you just lie. he doesn't push it, though you can tell he's worried.

Wish I had a Sylus to cry into rn after reading all this 😭

Sylus enjoying a dependent partner bc he wants to Be Depended On is killing me rn. Straight shot through the heart like 😭 "I'll take care of you, let me take care of you. I don't think I'm good at it, but I want to be what you need because nobody's ever needed me or wanted me like you do" 😭😭😭

But you just know he'd make up for it so good. He has to make up for a week being away, so he's going to do anything you want by your side all week. Even if it's just sitting in the theater room and watching movies, or picnic at the park, or swimming at the beach, or reading aloud to you, or going to the arcade, or building a nest in bed and sleeping some more. Anything you wanna do, he's right there. And don't even get me started on all the gifts he'll give you, just to see you light up in delight

hiding peak in the tags again too!!!! auughsdjskj id love to go shopping for art books for him, feeling him rest a casual hand on your back as you gush over the work you find inspiring. and he'd be listening to every word too, humming and nodding to show his interest. and if you waver on whether you should buy a book, he laughs, taking it from your hands and putting it the basket. if you even Consider it, that means you're getting it!

and his grin would be huge if he saw you on the floor surrounded by all your new books, so absorbed in studying them that you don't even notice him watching you. also also sitting in his lap with his chin hooked over your shoulder as you show him what you're drawing and how the books inspired you.

But as it just so happens... I also have a little reading nook fic as well...

Okay but wait imagine being kinda stressed out about where to put all these books, cuz like. You can't just take over his shelves (even if he says he doesn't mind and even likes having you encroach on his space), but you're running out of space woefully quickly. Books that don't fit on the shelves you do have are being left stacked in piles nearby, more and more filling up floorspace because he always insists you buy them anyway

You think this is gonna be a big problem

With Sylus, how could it be

No, you come home from another book shopping spree, already dreading having to pile up more books beside your chair, when... no.... he didn't...

Yeup. He steers you right into a room he used to be displaying some of his treasured antiques and made it into a library. Shelves upon shelves, so much space for books and organizing them how you wish. You don't know why you'd ever expect this man to do anything by halves

I have two more questions, only if you don't mind.

What are your favorite books?

What books would you think Sylus would read?

hello hello! I'm so glad that the books i shoehorn into my fic led to something so positive!! So I answered another ask recently with a long list of recommendations, but also mentioned that i was likely forgetting so many, so this gives me an opportunity to update it, and the question about sylus's books is such a great challenge to consider!

I'll start off with Sylus's because at first I was intimidated being asked this but then once I started thinking the ideas just kept coming. Most of these are classics or recent translations of classics, and I think that makes sense for our vintage loving old man:

Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf | Maria Dahvana Headley's translation of Beowulf. Both are really good, and Headley's uses modern vernacular in such a refreshing way. I think he'd really enjoy the contrasts and beauty of both, as well as the themes of monsterhood being hunted by monstrous humanity.

Emily Wilson's translation of Homer's the Odyssey. Something something a clever, cunning strategist embroiled in the deepest of violence struggles for years to find his way back to his beloved wife.

Sun Tzu's The Art of War, he'd read it as an instruction manual for strategy and to scorn human propensity for violence

David Ferry's version of The Epic of Gilgamesh, a badass mary sue of a king meets his (soulmate) match in a wild man who becomes his most precious companion, they perform heroic feats, only to be punished by the gods for a really petty reason and it ends in their tragic separation when one must die as a result. The themes of soulmates, loss, failed quests for immortality--just the humanity of a story so ancient would be fascinating for Sylus to read, considering he can relate to the perspective of the wildman outsider, the huge beast that is slain, and the punishment of the gods/unavoidability of humanity's ultimate fate (mortals must always die). I'm cheating because I just read this for the first time but I think Sylus would be intrigued and amused by it.

Robert M. Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, thoughtful, philosophical, literally motorcycle maintenace, pertinent to a large intersection of his interests.

William Goldman's The Princess Bride. As you wish. Along with the Art of War, a well-thumbed instruction manual in how to love his beloved and entertain her with adventure

Richard Adams's Watership Down. Exploration of various (horrendous) human political systems through high stakes violence and strategy amongst rabbits, a snarky seagull?? I think he'd enjoy.

I'll stop there for now or else I'll never shut up!

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