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[petitedeath]

I started this drawing and it was fine in just ink. And the it was fine when I water colored it but then I accidentally ruined it. And just kept going. Oh well. I combined it with some experiments I did with paint pouring and peeling.

I finished reading authority last week and just loved the concept of the mouse/plant in the drawer and the concept of terroir. I'll have to try drawing it again.

[lads-ficrecs]

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @poisonf0rest 

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @comatosebunny09

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @starmocha

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @kisstrela

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @cutiefulism

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @connorsui

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @luvcaleb

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @sylustful

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˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @solifloris

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. @borkunlimited

Credits for the divider goes to @omi-resources !

[misshuntereevee]

i'll do anything you say; if you say it with your hands; sylus likes when you maintain eye contact in the bedroom. this imagine is 100% inspired by this post. it made me have thoughts. so enjoy. .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.༄

content: smut ( mdni ) , title based off this song.

“Look at me.”

He grunts the words out, his hand reaching down to grab your chin. You’ve just woken up and the both of you are taking advantage of Sylus’ morning excitement.

However, when your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and then shut he gave a tsk, followed by that statement.: Look at me.

It takes you a second to register what he says. He pauses while waiting, before repeating it, emphasizing each world with a savage thrust: "Look at me. "

Your eyes fly open, and you whine at him. "Sy!"

“That’s a good girl. Your eyes are so pretty, so soft…” he rasps. His hands are now gripping you everywhere now as you find yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Sylus is like a beast, still rocking into you without mercy. His stamina and self control were amazing, and he often could fuck you through multiple orgasms. This morning seemed to be no different. He could feel you tightening around him.

"Good girl. Go ahead and come for me, alright? You've been so good, you deserve it." His mouth brushes over the shell of your ear as he rasps it to you. And just like that, you're clenching around him, a low pitched mewl coming out of your throat.

It makes him chuckle, but it's mixed with a groan. He always tells you that it's worth the self control to feel you tighten around him over and over again. As soon as he's fucked you through that orgasm, he flips you both over so that he's on his back.

"Ride me. And keep your eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see every reaction on that pretty little face. No matter how small." He smirks before playfully slapping your ass.

"I want you to take what you want," he says, "But if you close your eyes, I'll take over."

It's not a real threat, knowing that it'll still send you to the moon either way. But you nod at his demand, starting to rock your hips back and forth. He's already so big in general, but when you ride him, it makes him feel even bigger.

It's not long before you're working yourself to a frenzy on his cock. You notice a lot since he won't let you shut your eyes. It's almost infuriating how he seems almost unaffected. The key word, almost. There's little furrows of his brow, moments where his jaw twitches - struggling to remain a smirk... but he still manages to look coolly at you as you ride him.

"I'm so -- Sy," you whine, your hips whipping back and forth even faster now.

"Yes," he says, leaning up to suck at your nipples, even nipping gently at the underside of your breast. "Let me have it. Let me feel it... let go, take what you want. Take me."

His dirty commands send you over the edge. It's clear after your last orgasm that his restraint is holding on by a thread. Once you come down, he leans up to kiss you harshly.

"You like making me so lovesick, don't you?" He accuses in between words. It's teasing, along with nips and sucks along your neck. It's clear he's getting close, and the need to fuck you harder, rougher is setting in.

Once again, he flips you over, but this time, he withdraws from you. It's for the first time since you both woke up, and he tugs you so you're practically bending over the bed. "Want me to show you just how love sick you've made me, kitten?"

You nod, blissed out from your previous orgasms, and he growls, entering you to the hilt in one smooth motion. At this angle, he's pushing you up and down against the quilt. It''s rubbing against your clit as his cock pounds into you.

"Sylus!" You mewl, your hands looking for anything to hold onto. Instead of letting them find purchase, he takes them, pinning them behind your back as he continues to pound into you.

His thrusts are getting messy, and grunts are falling from his mouth in a symphony. You love the sounds he makes right before he finishes. It's enough to bring you to the brink of yet another orgasm.

"You're...you're so fucking impossible not to adore," he grunts, his thrusts speeding up even faster. Then, you feel him swell inside of you. You both come together, and he lets out a loud grunt as he pulls out, coming all over your stomach.

He collapses onto you for just a moment, and you both enjoy the intimacy before he's walking to the bathroom. He emerges with a washrag, cleaning up your backside. Once you're all taken care of, you both decide to spend the rest of the morning cuddling in bed. After all, after all that... who would want to leave the bed?

[fromthedeskofcripslock]

This really ought to top every “Best Opening Lines,” list. The 21st century reading public is sleeping on Dorothy L Sayers.

(Have His Carcase 1932)

[authorscurse]

Sylus watched as you applied different products onto your face. He finds it amusing how you turn into an artist with the way you paint your face as if it's a canvas.

He watches you with such a soft and endearing expression on his face that it almost makes you forget how ruthless and merciless your husband is as the leader of onychinus.

His gaze follows your form as you walk into your walk-in closet and retrieve your dress. It was a silk red off-shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit that reached your mid thigh. It showed your dips and curves that complimented your body shape. You walk out the closet with your hand holding onto the front of the dress to keep it from falling.

Without a word, Sylus walks up to you and helps zip you up. You watch your husband through the mirror as he zips you up, his eyes never leaving he skin on your back. Once you were zipped up, Sylus leans down and places sof kisses on to your should and neck. Your hands fly up to his already styled hair and thread your fingers through the silver locks.

"So beautiful, kitten," Sylus whispers onto your ear as he meets your eyes through the mirror. Your eyes close, and your back leans back to Sylus's chest as he continues to lay kisses on your bare skin.

"We'll be late, Sy," you whisper to him, but he ignores your words and continues littering kisses on your skin. His hands fall on your hips and turn you around, and back you up to the floor length mirror. You gasp as your skin touches the cold mirror but your notes gets drown out when sylus connects your lips together.

"So, so beautiful," Sylus says between kisses. Your red lipstick stains his lips but he couldn't care less. "Sylus," you gasp and push him away gently to take in air that he had restricted you from. He grabs your wrists and lift them up your head and dive back to trap your lips into a kiss. One hand holds your wristwhole the other trails down your leg and lift it up onto his hip.

"Sy, we'll be late," you gasp as he turns his attention to your bare neck. "Don't leave marks," you whine as you feel him sucking on your skin, but you know he'll ignore you and leave marks anyway. Possessive bastard.

"Let's not go," Sylus murmurs onto your lips as he pants. You shake your head. You both have been wanting to go out and eat dinner together after so long and it's hard to place reservations at the new opened resteraunt down town.

"I'll adjust the reservation to tomorrow, how about that, kitten?" He asks, eyes swirling with so much desperation, lust, and yearning. You know you don't have a chance to say no when he looks at you like that so you sigh in response and you watch his smirk widening. He lifts you up properly this time, with both hands holding your legs and lips locked with yours as he carries you onto your shared bed.

"You better make sure we're eating out tomorrow, Sylus," you voice firmly and serious. "Wouldn't want to make the missus angry," Sylus smirks and captures your lips into a heated kiss.

Meanwhile...

"They aren't gonna eat out anymore, are they?" Kieran asks despite knowing the answer. Luke sighs and lifts up kyro up the floor. "Come on little boss, big boss and miss hunter are busy," Luke says as he carries you and Sylus's son into his room to block out the ungodly noises they'll be hearing the whole evening.

[satorusluver]

Sorry but "slightly evil" canon L is just so interesting to me.

The L who calls himself justice, but the real reason he's spent his life catching criminals isn't out of a sense of justice; it's because it's fun for him.

The L who's willing to lie and cheat and break the law, to use thieves and conmen to achieve his goals. Because it's all a game to him and he'll do anything to win.

The L who's incapable of trusting anyone, perhaps partially because he projects his own sly nature onto others, and because he's had no one get close enough to him to change his mind.

The L who doesn't know how to love in a healthy way, or how to love at all, and isn't sure he's even capable of it, but who knows that he feels something for you he's never felt for anyone else.

The L who would have no idea what to do with the emotions he feels for you, who wouldn't know how to open up his heart and his life and be vulnerable with another person, but who finds himself for the first time in his life wanting to try.

The L who knows he is a monster, and has always been content with being one, until you managed to work your way into his heart.

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.

[novlr]

“Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.” — E.L. Doctorow

[lemongogo]

ARE U BEING SOOO FRRRR RN

[oldschoolfrp]

Flying Buffalo's Sorcerer's Apprentice featured more well-known authors than most gaming magazines. The special double issue #9/10, Winter/Spring 1981, included fiction by Roger Zelazny, non-fiction by C J Cherryh and L Sprague de Camp, a T&T dungeon by Larry DiTillio, and a feature by Michael Stackpole. This issue also would have premiered a new story by Manly Wade Wellman but the editor postponed it when Lee Brown Coye's illustrations were temporarily lost in the mail. (Richard Becker cover art)

[littlelovelyra]

"Tell Me I Can't Touch You" - Sylus x FMC

“I’m not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that I’m not allowed to touch you."

MINORS DNI 18+

ao3 if you prefer

Word Count: ~1,797

Summary: After you find yourself ambushed in the N109 zone, Sylus comes to your rescue, resulting in a night of passion and ultimately, acceptance that you want him.

notes: A quick one shot of Sylus and FMC. I've had this lil scene in my mind for a while. I've been out of the writing game for a bit so I apologise if its sloppy. <3

The last thing you can recall is being ambushed in the N109 zone, a place where despite your best efforts, you keep finding yourself. As much as you try to stay away from the shady territory you always seem to find yourself back here and Sylus is always ready and waiting for you in the shadows. The irresistible pull you feel towards him should disgust you, it should make your gut twist with nausea but instead, you find butterflies in its place. No matter how hard you try, his face, his voice and even the feel of his skin are burnt into your mind. He’s like a drug, all it took was one encounter with him and now his presence flows in your veins.

As your vision fades in and out of focus, the feel of warm, strong arms encircle you. From what you can see, you know exactly where you are. If the dimly lit hallways were not a dead giveaway, it would be the intoxicating smell of his cologne that always drifted through the entire safe house. He’s carrying you… that means he must have found you after the ambush happened… or was he already watching you? 

As you gain a bit more consciousness you attempt to wriggle out of his arms but you are quickly humbled by a radiating pain moving down your ribs and you feel his grip gently pull you closer to his chest. 

“If you keep wriggling like that, you will only hurt yourself more, Kitten.” The warmth of his breath cascades down your cheek as he whispers in your ear, sending those butterflies into a frenzy. 

“What… What happened? I remember an ambush but not much after that.” Your voice sounds a little hoarse and tired as you try to recollect the recent events. 

“Yes, there were three men. They saw a beautiful woman walking alone and decided to take the opportunity. They will not be bothering you… or in any woman again. Ever.” The coldness of his tone cuts through you as he gently places you down on the bathroom vanity. “You’re freezing. There is a towel and some fresh clothes for you here, take your time in the shower. I will wait outside for you, but before I go, take this please to ease the pain a little.” He gently opens your hands and gives you two pills that you assume are painkillers. You look up to say thank you and are stunned by his soft concerned gaze. You give a quick nod in appreciation and swallow the pills, his shoulders instantly relax and he exits the bathroom.

What was his angle? He looked like he cared for a moment there but there has to be something he wants. He’s one of the most feared men, surely you were hallucinating that look he gave you. Softly you pad across the cold tiles and turn the shower on, taking a small moment to appreciate just how spacious it is, you could lay down in it if you wanted to… imagine all the things two people could do in here… what you and Sylus could— “No. Stop it” You stubbornly cut your thoughts short. You cannot be fantasising about him. It’s not right. 

After stepping inside the shower, you welcome its warmth, enjoying the feel of the hot water hitting your back. A wave of annoyance works through you as you begin to lather the soap over your body and scrub. You should have been more aware of your surroundings; you know better than to let your guard down, especially in the fucking N109 zone. What the hell was going through your head? If Sylus wasn’t there, who knows what would have happened? A slight feeling of debt creeps through your chest, and your mind connects the pieces. That is his angle. You owe him now. Surely that is what he wants… why else would he save you? GOD, you feel stupid for even thinking he was concerned. You turn the shower off and head over to the towel, drying off and putting on an oversized tee shirt with a pair of shorts. Seething with irritation, you exit the ensuite and find Sylus sitting on the edge of the bed. He quickly stands and holds out his hand to help you as you slowly move around. The pills have dulled the pain but it is still tender to move too fast. 

“So what do I owe you, Sylus?” You cross your arms and glare at him expectantly. 

“Your skepticism wounds me.” He chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at your obvious display of irritation. “You owe me nothing, Kitten. Just come lay down and rest. Please.” 

You glare at him a moment longer and unfold your arms as you slowly lay down on the bed. “Fine. I believe you. For now.” The irritation slowly dissipates as you settle on the soft mattress and close your eyes.

The mattress dips down to your left and you snap your head in the direction to see Sylus perched on his elbow watching you with a smirk. 

“Can I help you?” You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. His eyes travel down your body and his brow furrows with concern. 

“You have a few cuts on your legs. I have some ointment for them.” He moves quickly and sits between your legs, opening a tube of cream. You feel your cheeks heat, and those damn butterflies are practically bursting now. Too stunned to speak, you lie silently, watching him spreading the cream across his palms, massaging it down your leg. His hands are firm yet soft and gentle at the same time. As he works the cream into your skin, a soft moan of appreciation escapes your lips, and his hands still for a moment. Another flush of embarrassment rises to your cheeks and you refuse to look at him as he begins working on the other leg. 

His fingers massage lazy circles dangerously close on your upper thigh, and heat pools at your centre as you mentally will those fingers to wander further. You can’t help yourself; you have to steal a glance at him, you need to see if there is any desire from him. The minute you open your eyes, they lock to his crimson pools, he’s been staring at you. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and a low grumble escapes his mouth as he holds himself over you. 

“You’ll need to stop looking at me like that, Kitten. Because if you don’t, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” His mouth hovers just above yours, and the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your body. You gently bring your hand to his face and run your thumb over his lips, watching his ruby eyes glisten with need. “I’m not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that I’m not allowed to touch you. Tell me… and I’ll walk away.” He grits his teeth as he pins your hands to the padded headboard. 

“I don’t want you to go.” The whispered confession hangs in the air as it leaves your lips. 

“You’ll regret this. Tell me to go. Please.” He whispers back to you, his mouth hovering over your lips again. 

“Sylus… Touch me. Please.” Your body squirms beneath him, and you feel his hard length briefly against your leg. 

His mouth crashes into yours, and your body is set ablaze with desire as you pull his clothes off. He gently removes your clothing, and he sits back for a moment as his eyes hungrily take in your naked form. Sylus crawls his way up your body and brings his mouth over your breast, gently flicking his tongue over your hardened peak, earning a moan of pleasure from you. He places hot, slow kisses down your body before settling his head between your thighs. You shake in anticipation as his breath spreads across your sex. 

The feeling of his tongue slipping through your seam makes your back arch in pleasure as he begins to feast on you as if it were his last meal. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you look down, watching him at work and lock eyes as he slips his finger into you, pumping the digit in and out as he devours you. Waves of pleasure roll through you, and it's not long before you are crashing over into ecstasy. 

As he frees himself from between your legs, he once again crawls up over you, planting a soft, deep kiss on your mouth. He expertly parts your lips and slips his tongue against yours, moving in perfect synchronisation. You hear a dull thud hit the floor to see that he has removed his pants, and the hard length of his arousal hovers at your entrance as he looks into your eyes. 

“I want you, Sylus. Please.” You breath out as you wrap your legs around him urging him closer.

“You never have to beg me, Kitten.” He breathlessly pants as he slowly guides himself into you. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me. Such a good girl.” His thrusts slowly pick up pace and the wet sounds of your bodies clashing together sound like a symphony to your ears. He was worse than a drug, he’s taken up your entire being and you loved it. He felt like home and you didn’t care if it was just for this moment. It was worth it. As he continues to ram into you he brings his hand down and rubs tight circles around your clit bringing you closer to the edge once more.

“Say my name. When you come, I want you to say my name. I want to hear that you know who’s made you come so hard.” His breathing is erratic, and his thrusts are frenzied. 

The waves build up again, and you shatter around him, screaming his name. You can feel your walls clench around his cock, and you feel his hips begin to buck as he releases himself deep inside you. 

He falls beside you, pulling you into his chest in a gentle embrace, and he strokes his hand up and down your spine. Your brows furrow slightly at how happy you feel.

“What are you thinking, Kitten? Are you feeling regretful?” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“No… I feel… free. Does this make me a bad person, Sylus?” You whisper against his chest.

“No, this doesn’t make you a bad person.” He mumbles against your hair.

“Then what does it make me?” You breathe out as you look up at him.

“Mine. It makes you mine.” He whispers against your lips bringing them together once more. 

[isogenderskitty]

people who’ve only seen hatchetfield: starkid has like practically no gay characters :/

the avp trilogy which has been sitting right there for probably most of their lives and is the foundation of everything:

plus these less explicit more headcanony (but like, BARELY) examples that i really think are worth mentioning as well, i have receipts don’t tempt me i will literally make an entire video about this stuff (and i might actually):

[whyamihereat4am]

the biggest tragedy in Death Note is that we never got to see Light finding out L's real name. Imagine stressing over what this guy's super secret identity is for months and making various convoluted plans to obtain it and then you discover he was going by his real legal death note-approved first name publicly the ENTIRE time. His real name is a goddamn letter. You just assumed this was an alias because it's a LETTER but it's his actual name. This is the only time I could forgive Light for the Murderous Impulses because how do you not explode into a fit of rage after this. I'd hunt for a way to resurrect L just to kill him more slowly if I were him

[misshuntereevee]

in which sylus can't get enough of touching you with his fingers ... just a little bit of fluff after i read way too many headcanons about his claws.

buy me a ko-fi 🫶🏻

His breathing is harsh as he sits there with you. You don't understand how such a giant man can be so gentle with you, but there he is. His fingers trace the outline of your face. He seems to want to memorize every line, every plane.

Your hands reach forward, splaying out across his chest. His breath quickens every so slightly. Sylus leans even closer to you, his hand dipping to trace down your neckline.

"Your fingers are so gentle," you say to him.

In striking color, he remembers the first time he ever held you. Not in this life. No, back when you were his little sorceress and he was a dragon. He remembers wanting to do this -- but secretly terrified he'd mar you -- his treasure, his love -- with his claws.

With a gentle smile, your own hand comes out, tracing his own features. It seems to pull him out of his memories. His lips form a smile that matches your own.

"You're worth being gentle for."

[hayleythesugarbowl]

something about this genre of classics-

like what did these authors put in these books? because nothing will ever compare ☕️🌑🪐

[authorscurse]

TW: Yandare!Reader (it's a bit intense), Yandere!Caleb, Caleb loves reader being possessive and jealous, a bit suggestive, Caleb remembering that reader killed someone out of jealousy,

Author's note: Got multiple comments saying they really loved the 1st part of this, and I couldn't stop myself from making a 2nd part of it. I honestly love me a possessive and jealous lover it's kind of a turn on tbh, but yeah let's get on with this.

[Pt. 1]

"You're overreacting, baby; she was just being nice!" Caleb reasoned, but you didn't care as you removed your jewelry and placed it in its rightful place in your jewelry box. "Overreacting? Just being nice? Are you hearing yourself right now? She was completely all over you, and you didn't even stop her!" Your voice rose slightly, and your movements became more aggressive as you remembered the way one of Caleb's colleagues flirted with him during the party.

"Stop! You're hurting yourself," Caleb huffed as he walked over to you and helped you remove your jewelry before you broke it. You stood still as he removed the clasp on your necklace and set it down on your vanity. You turned around, and Caleb's face was inches from yours.

"I'm sorry, baby, but believe me, she was just being nice," Caleb whispered as his hands crept up your shoulders to your face and gently stroked your skin, but it did nothing to die down the fire inside you. All you could see was absolute red, and Caleb's words did nothing to help extinguish it.

"If I did the same with one of your cadets, it's okay, right? Because I'm just being nice, right?" You asked, taking steps forward as Caleb walked backward to your bed. His expression immediately changed as those words left your lips. Bingo.

His expression visibly darkened as he imagined the scene. Your hand was on one of his cadet's arms, feeling the muscle as you looked up at him with the look you only gave him. Your lips muttered enchantments that only he should be hearing as he stared at you both in pure agony. Yeah, it really isn't just being "nice."

"Imagine if I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek to show him how much I missed him," you whispered, igniting the fire inside Caleb even more. Before Caleb knew it, he hit the foot of your bed and sat down, looking up at your standing form.

"No longer a 'nice' gesture, is it, Caleb?" You said, taunting him as you straddled his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck. Caleb's hands immediately flew to your waist and pulled you closer with a bruising grip.

"You wouldn't dare," Caleb whispered as you looked at him with a smug expression on your face. "I would, because you deserve it, baby. After all, you let someone else touch you in front of me," you whispered, your eyes never leaving his.

"You're mine, Caleb, hmm? The same way I am yours; 'tis only fair, isn't it?" You asked, combing your fingers through Caleb's hair. He nodded, eyes never leaving yours. A warm feeling spread through Caleb's whole body as he heard your words. He knew you were as crazy as him; you killing that girl weeks ago was proof, but he loved this even more. He wanted you to claim him completely; mark your name on his skin to officiate your ownership of him.

"You understand me, baby?" Your voice softened, and he nodded obediently like a dog to its owner. A satisfied look spread on your face as you kissed him softly. "Say it, Caleb. Tell me you're mine," you ordered. "I'm yours, only yours," Caleb whispered. "Good boy," you said, satisfied as you connected your lips again.

You spent the entire night entwined in each other's arms. Promises of forever filled the air, the moon and stars bore witness to your love for each other. The whole party left your mind, and it was only filled with Caleb and the feeling of his skin underneath your fingertips.

As the sun rose and the birds began to chirp, Caleb quietly rolled off the bed and went to the kitchen to make you breakfast after last night's activities. Minutes later, he heard the sound of feet walking toward him, and a smile crept onto his face, already knowing who it was.

"Good morning, Pipsqueak," he greeted you as you entered the kitchen. "Morning," you softly greeted him with a kiss and sat down at the kitchen island. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he lavished kisses on your already sore and bruise-filled neck.

"You got me so sore, Cal," you whined, feeling the ache in your legs as he massaged them. "Payback after you made my back look like I got into a fight with a cat," he joked. "Good thing no one's gonna see it then, huh?" you said, kissing him. "Anaya should," Caleb joked, pushing you away, and rolling your eyes.

"Don't say that girl's name to me, Caleb," you glared at him, to which he responded with a chuckle. "So cute," he laughed, pinching your cheek as you huffed. Suddenly, the doorbell to your apartment rang.

"Visitors this early? Did you order something?" Caleb asked. You shook your head and followed him as he walked to your door. He opened the door, revealing the very person you least wanted to see right now: Anaya. You watched her face fall slightly once she caught a glimpse of you beside Caleb.

"Anaya, what are you doing here? It's so early," Caleb said. "Oh! I—uh wanted to drop off these. You guys left the party early last night, and I felt bad, so I wanted to give you guys these desserts," she said, handing Caleb cupcakes in a plastic container. "I wasn't interrupting, was I?" she asked, noticing your attire. That was the only time you both realized what you were wearing. You were in Caleb's dress shirt from last night's party, and he was wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt with just his boxers.

"No, we were just—" Caleb tried to start but was immediately cut off by you. "Yeah, we were in the middle of something, actually, so if you don't mind?" you said, caressing Caleb's chest. Anaya turned bright pink and nodded. "Oh—okay! So sorry for interrupting then, bye!" Anaya bid farewell and immediately walked away as you shut your door.

"Jealousy and possessiveness look so good on you," Caleb said, capturing your lips in a kiss as he trapped you between the door and him. "Just shut up and kiss me, Caleb," you ordered. "Right away, captain," he replied as he locked his lips with yours and carried you toward your room, breakfast and cupcakes left forgotten and the least of your worries.