calebsg1rl

[calebsg1rl]

Warnings/desc : Partial/very short smut <- MC rides Sylus, female orgasm depicted, no male orgasm, MC is noncommital(I struggled to stick to that part of the plot😔), very obvious insinuation of sexual trauma because of past relationships(talks about MC thinking of orgasms between them as currency), slightly angsty?, AFTERCAREEEEE, yearning, Sylus is a gentleman, shared bubble bath, intimate convo, sweetness, written with female MC in mind, race is ambiguous, body type is ambiguous(one part says something about Sylus making you look small, but it’s Sylus so it applies to everyone)

Enjoy 😘

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The first time Sylus saw you was in a high profile club in the N109 Zone. Your face bathed in the pink glow of the lights, you looked skittish, ready to run at the slightest inconvenience, but he saw through it. Your eyes were almost predatory, stalking, setting the bait for some poor fool to fall into your clutches. He approached you that night, paid your tab and swept you off your feet and back to his penthouse.

Consider him the happiest fool there’s ever been.

After the first couple passionate nights spent together he learns a few details about your life, you’re a model, a renowned one at that. You never see him before sunset, you have a tendency to disappear before sunrise, and you like it rough. You have more than a couple shitty exes, and you hate pillow talk. Or you pretend too.

Sylus doesn’t think he’s ever been so captivated by a woman. You’re an evasive thing, fragile in the way a firecracker is fragile. He’s okay with the idea of loving you, with the idea of chasing you. You don’t believe in love, that’s another thing he learned. He’s intent on changing your mind.

Tonight is one of those nights, nights spent together. Nights spent rolling and tangling in his satin sheets. He’s had you every way imaginable, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. He fears it never will.

You’re on top of him, he’s inside you. He finds that for the first time, he doesn’t care about his own pleasure, as he watches you grinding down against him, rolling your hips back and forth, all he can bring himself to do, is squeeze your hips in his large hands, helping you along.

He’s learned your tells, the way your brow furrows, the way you take your bottom lip between your teeth, and finally the moment when you finally let out those sweet ‘ah ah ah’s.

You practically collapse into him as your orgasm rolls over you, and it feels like victory. He slowly rolls his hips beneath you, his arms cross over your lower back, pressing your chest to his. His grip is unshakeable.

“Look at you…” his voice is low, teasing, bordering on intimate. He leans up, lips pursing as he blows cold are over the skin on your neck and shoulders. It makes you shiver as the heat from before recedes, and that little action is enough of an excuse for him to pull the blankets up over both of your bodies.

“You didn’t cum…” You say, observant, critical, but theres something else there too.

“I did. Two rounds ago.” He offers a toothy grin.

He notices as you scoff, moving off his chest, and he lets you, despite how he aches to keep you close. Your fingers wrap firmly around his length under the blankets, and his own hand shoots up to grab yours.

“No, princess. It’s alright.” This is another thing he’s learned, something he’s noticed without you telling him. You always like to keep things ‘even’. You count the orgasms between you like currency. He knows why, aforementioned shitty exes, but it still makes something protective and fiery swell up inside him whenever it shows through.

“It’s fine I’ve got it.” You speak like it’s a chore, a job, something you have to do. He can’t help the way he stares at you, you hate pity, he knows that. But pity isn’t what he’s trying to convey.

“You don’t owe me anything.” There’s nothing humorous in the way he says it, because he isn’t in the slightest way joking. “Just, wait here. Please.” He slowly, reluctantly, slides out from under the covers. You watch as he slides on his boxers, and his sweats over that. It’s impossible not to with the way he’s sculpted. Like marble and limestone. There isn’t an expanse of his skin that isn’t perfect to the eye, and to the touch.

You can hear as he shuffles around, as he starts the bath in the bathroom. You should leave, that’s all you think. Maybe you would, if you weren’t so sure you’d stumble if you tried to stand.

He comes back in after a little while, there’s a fondness to his face. One you know the leader of Onychinus isn’t known for showing. You move to stand off the bed, but he stops you.

“Let me?” You hesitate, really hesitate. But you nod.

He scoops you off the mattress into his muscular arms, hands holding you in just the right places make your heart squeeze, and not in the sexual way. There’s nothing sexual about the way he carries you to his huge bathroom, the gentle, tenderness he exhibits as he sets you into the tub, body hidden beneath a thick layer of pink tinted bubbles. The room smells like warmth and strawberries, it’s…familiar. You glance at the edge of the tub, catching sight of a familiarly coloured bottle of strawberry bubble bath. Your favourite brand.

Sylus has been over to your apartment a record of two times. Once to pick you up, which really doesn’t count, but the other time he’d stayed the night. It was the only time. You didn’t like the lack of control, the intimacy of having him in your space. But he left in the morning as you’d told him to, gone before you’d woken up. He’d listened, and you could still remember the unexpected giddiness you’d felt at the realization.

Apparently he’d taken more note than you’d realized.

“There’s towels,” He gestures to the white cotton towels hanging off hooks on the wall. “Just let me know, before you leave.” He offers a small smile, before going to leave, and you hate the way you call out.

“Do you have something to do?” God you sound needy.

He glances back for a moment before responding. “No.”

“So…why are you leaving?” You feel like crashing through his huge glass pane windows and falling hundreds of feet to your demise.

“I figured…”

“What? You figured what?” Defensive, snappy, damn it…

“I figured you wouldn’t like me intruding.” He turns to fully face you now. “If that’s not the case, that’s all you have to say.” The way he pauses is so deliciously Sylus.

He puts the ball in your court. There’s no teasing, no begging. He’s calm and cool and oh so handsome standing there in those sweats. You won’t say it, it feels like there’s something lodged in your throat that won’t allow it. But you do manage to scooch forward in his obnoxiously massive bathtub, hoping he gets your message.

His heart almost melts right there, the gesture, the sheepish, almost shy look you give him as you do it. He’s a over his head in shark infested water. And he doesn’t want to be saved.

It’s barely moments before he’s stripping of his bottoms once again, sliding into the water behind you. Your body looks pathetically small compared to his. Every part of you does.

He doesn’t reach out to touch you, and you understand now it’s because he doesn’t know if you want him too. You take the jump, sliding slightly back, pressing your back to his chest. Guiding one of his arms to drape over your front.

Your both quiet for awhile, letting the warm water seep into your sore muscles. He hates to disturb you, but he has to say something.

“You know I desire a relationship with you, correct?” He whispers, but even his whispers have strength to them, a calm undercurrent of something smooth and sturdy.

“Do we not have a relationship?” You try to laugh it off, but he doesn’t allow it, not this time.

“You know what I meant.”

Even as tension coils in your stomach, you don’t sit up or pull away, he tales it as a sign to continue.

“You are the most…bewitching woman I have ever met. I don’t see anyone but you, I wanted you to know that. And I wanted to ask how you feel now, if it’s the same as all the other times.” He tries to keep it brief, simple. But nothing about how he feels when it comes to you is simple.

How could you deny him? Something about Sylus, is he has the greatest capacity to cause you harm. Theoretically and theoretically alone. He has the resources, the intelligence. But something in his crimson coloured eyes, in the way his fingers trace delicate patterns into your skin. The fact that you can’t tell if he’s trying to soothe your nerves, or his.

“I…am not as opposed.” You pause, then continue.” To the idea of a relationship.” You clarify. “With you.” You clarify again.

There are no words to describe the feeling that practically explodes in his chest. He can’t help pressing a couple tender, drawn out kisses starting at the base of your neck and trailing over your shoulder, shoulder blades, as far down your upper back as he can manage.

“Stay tonight? Stay for tomorrow.” He corrects himself. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been dreaming of waking up with you in his arms every night since the first.

All you can do is nod against him.

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It’s currently 1:15 in the morning, I hope you enjoyed lovely! Cursing everyone’s evil exes and letting you know my requests are open ❤️

[calebsg1rl]

You were Younger!Calebs bestfriend, for as long as he could remember you’d been there. Of course as bestfriends you shared the occasional kiss, and as you grew into your bodies, the odd hookup. Of course he was pathetically enthralled with you, he did anything you asked. He’d lied then, made up fake names for fictional girls who didn’t exist. As shocking as it was, even as a horny, hormonal teenage boy, he’d never looked in the direction of another girl, not really. Yours was the only body he cared to know, the only eyes he cared to stare longingly into, the only hair he cared to twirl around his slender fingers. He would’ve given anything then to have you, he was stupid, nervous, a boy.

Colonel!Caleb isn’t that. From the moment he returns from his supposed death, and he sees you again, you know he isn’t the same. Before he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the axis his world just happened to spin around. Now, his eyes are more calculated, more predatory. Even after you start seeing eachother more casually.

Colonel!Caleb has done things, seen things. He’s not the boy you knew, and he loves to remind you. But one thing you know hasn’t changed, is his jealousy. His capacity to feel it. The difference is that now, he does something about it.

You’re a hunter now, he’s proud of you for it, he appreciates that you can take care of yourself when he isn’t around, knowing it makes him worry less. But of course he still worries. What he doesn’t appreciate is the disgusting, degenerate bastard (your coworker) that tried to hit on you, right in front of him.

“Caleb—” you try to reason, really you do, but he doesn’t care for reason. Not when he could be pressing you up against the nearest surface.

“Pips.” He only just barely recognizes that you’d said anything at all, dragging you by your hand into your apartment. He’s frantic, impatient, itching to get you out of your clothes.

As soon as you’re inside he’s all over you, hooking his hands under your thighs, scooping you up with a concerning lack of effort. His mouth pressed shamelessly on yours. It’s sloppy, irresistibly so.

“Caleb— Shoes,” you just barley manage between his onslaught of kisses.

“Don’t care.” He’s practically panting, carrying you to your bedroom. He knew your place like the back of his hand by now. There isn’t a moment between when your upright, and when your back is pressed into your mattress that Caleb isn’t on you. As soon as your head hits the plush surface he’s taking the liberty of unbuttoning your shirt, fingers pulling roughly at the delicate things. He wants to see you, feel you.

“You’re so—..” Having accepted your fate, you reach around your torso to unhook your bra, not wanting him to damage it in his fervour. “Worked up.” You can’t help laughing at him a little. “Is this because of Daniel?” You grin as he pauses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” He murmurs lowly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat.

“Didn’t know you were this serious about me..” you tease, only to gasp out as he nips at your skin.

“You wear my goddamn dog tags around your neck…” He slinks back, kneeling between your legs, pulling his hoodie up over his head. Revealing delicious pale skin, toned muscle, a happy trail that acts like a magnet for all your most sinful thoughts.

“Not serious my ass.” He scoffs.

And Colonel!Caleb shows you just how serious he is, he still is, about the girl he’s loved all his life.

A/n : this was going to be a full length fic, but I started it and couldn’t get the motivation to end it. I hope you like it anyway. Probably going to be writing a lot of lads content coming up here(I hope). How would we feel about a darker theme with Caleb?(I’m obsessed with him).

[calebsg1rl]

It’s giving “mb I crashed out” LIKE WHATT

I stg we need to keep you monkeys out of asmr rp spaces because everytime one you darkies and beaners come waltzing in everything goes to shit

Do some Blackie stuff like pick cotton or sell drugs

Don't kill yourself tho, you'd make a great sex slave when slavery comes back

TO HAVE THE AUDACITY

telling me I'd be a good sex slave is not where you should be drawing the line 💀

[calebsg1rl]

Would the public prefer a fluffy/angsty Gojo x reader, or a smutty/angsty/fluffy Gojo x reader?

The versions would jst have different things removed, probably the same ending. Either way it’s gonna be a lil angsty🥳