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FALSE GOD ! caleb x reader

CONTAINS l&ds caleb, female reader, hurt/comfort, explicit smut, pwp, size kink if squint, caleb gloves mentioned, car sex, gendered pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, edging, brief inappropriate use of evol, language, possessiveness, make up sex yay, lmk what i miss. WC 1.4k

NOTE i had an itch and i scratched it… 

“There’s my girl.” 

The roof of the parking lot is supposed to be empty. Your car is the only one parked and you certainly hadn’t heard another pair of footsteps accompanying yours just now. 

You don’t allow yourself a chance to be startled by the familiar voice cutting through the night’s silence as the revolver once snug in your waistband is aimed at their throat. 

Nothing—nothing could’ve prepared you for who was at the other end. There did not exist a single universe where you would’ve been able to correctly guess, unless it’s one where dead men come back alive.

“Caleb?” It was barely a whisper, but the soft wind carried your voice to his ears. You falter and step back. The gun still points at him but it’s your arms that only slightly weaken. 

“So it really is you,” he looks different, matured. He’s grown taller and gained weight. There’s a mix of desperation and relief in the way he looks at you, “you haven’t changed a bit, Love.”

There’s a hint of a tease in his tone, but he doesn’t mean it. He watches you with bated breath, gauging your reaction. 

You finally snap out of it.

“What the fuck, Caleb? I thought you died!” Anger overcomes your initial shock. Betrayal, too. You raise the gun back at his throat, your grip on it tightening. 

“And here I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“I don’t know where the hell you’ve been. But you know, you really had me fucking convinced.”

“Don’t be so naive. I did what I had to do.” 

“Like what, lie? To me? That’s bullshit and you know it.” His face gets blurry with every tear that begins to cloud your vision. You hastily blink them away, just to see him in clarity again. “You were my best friend.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He steps forward. He uses one hand to lower your gun away from his body, and the other to wipe the tears flowing down your cheek. He bows down to where his face is level with yours, “so let me make it up to you.”

He finally embraces you. His face is buried into your shoulder and he holds you so tightly that you can hardly muster up enough breath to tell him to relax. He smells like home. 

“I missed you, you know. I missed you the whole time. You’re my girl, after all.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s earnest in every part of him, you don’t doubt it. 

“I thought I lost you,”

“I’m here now. Let me take care of you, make up for the time we lost, hm?”

He ghosts his lips up over yours but waits for your confirmation. You don’t hesitate to close the gap. He immediately devours your mouth with his, kissing you back with such fervor that you are firmly pressed against the side of your car. 

You think you feel drops of rain fall down on you, but Caleb is quick. He opens the your back door and positions you at the entrance. 

“And look what I can do now,” his hands settle on the top edge of the door and you’re not sure why that is, until you feel an invisible force thrust you to lay across the back seats. The top of your head brushes against his knuckles but it doesn’t hurt. 

The door is slammed shut and Caleb is immediately back on you, wasting no time in kissing and sucking a trail down from your jaw to your neck. 

“We probably shouldn’t.” He’d changed over the time he was gone, that part was true. He carried around an air of danger and sin. However you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just the least bit tempted by it. 

“Yeah? Says who? There’s no one else here but us.” You gasp when he nips your neck where your pulse is, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “You’re a big girl now, aren’t you? Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

His hands circle your inner thigh. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing to you. You’re practically soaked through to your pants. You regret what you said and shake your head, taking it back. 

“What is it? Use your words baby,”

“Don’t stop. Please, Caleb, don’t stop.”

He parts from your neck and lowers himself to make out with your tits through your clothes. The pressure coming from him and the friction of your clothes rubbing against your sensitive nipples causes a moan of pleasure to escape from your lips. 

You kick off your shoes and he helps with pulling both your pants and underwear off with one fluid motion. He positions your thighs to rest atop each of his shoulders, sloppily kissing the inside of them. Your hands naturally find themselves grasping his hair. 

“This all for me?” He begins with a tentative lick to your clit, but it’s not enough. You pull him closer to your heat through his hair, all the confirmation he needs to fully make out with your pussy. 

“Ngh—Caleb…” You whimper his name in between moans. Your heels involuntarily dig into his back, hard, but still he doesn’t budge. He sucks on your clit and licks at your folds with the same intensity as before. 

“You taste good, baby. All mine.” He rises to kiss you, failing to neglect your lower half as his gloved fingers plunge themselves in your aching hole, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

The warmth inside you increases with each thrust of Caleb’s fingers. Your moans become louder and you become limp in his hold. You’re ready to reach your climax, so when he abruptly rips his fingers out of you, you can’t help but let out a whine. 

You’re out of breath and confused. In your haze, he pulls off his belt and frees his hard cock from his pants, stroking it for a moment of relief. 

He was big. Not surprising, given the way his body fills up the enclosed space of your car. Everything about him was so, so big. 

He appears to be able to read your mind. “You can take it, can’t you?” To that you answer with a nod, eyes not leaving his length. “Good girl.”

You’re still sensitive from when he fingered you and the subsequent intrusion is a mix of pleasure and pain. He takes satisfaction in seeing you take him so well, inch by inch. He likes how your pretty mouth hangs open and how your belly rises and falls with each labored breath. 

After what feels like an eternity, he’s stretched you out to the hilt. You’re convinced you’ve never felt so utterly and completely full as you do now. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He presses a hand down on your stomach solely to feel himself inside you. 

“Just, move. Please—” You’re growing desperate and restless. 

“Is that the tone you want to use with me?” He draws back so only his tip remains inside you. “But since you said please…” You scream when his cock slams back in and starts going at a ruthless pace. You hear lightning strike in the distance.

“Fuck fuck, Feels s’good Caleb—” 

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Missed this so much.”

Your orgasm comes fast this time. It’s blinding and encompassing and it takes all your breath away. He takes you through it, continuing his pace and rubbing your clit for added relief. He follows suit soon after, finishing inside you with one last thrust and collapsing on top of you without pulling out. The weight is comfortable, warm. 

Your windows are covered in a layer of fog and the rain outside has become a wet downpour. The muffled sound of raindrops surround the two of you and you think you could fall asleep in this exact moment.  

“I’m still mad at you.” Your hands find their way back to playing with his hair.

He chuckles and his whole body vibrates as he does, “I know, Babygirl. I know.”

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TOUCH ── sylus.

summary: touches with whispered promises

note: thank you again for helping me @an-ever-angry-bi

“I’m mad at you.”

Words have never scared Sylus more than those words uttered by the love of his life that has his heart in her hand.

His face maintained stoic, not wanting her to hear the way his heart skipped at the words and the way his head immediately recounted his whole entire day to try to determine what he did or said wrong.

“For what, sweetie?” He softly asked, leaning back on the chair of his office. His eyes ran over your figure, admiring your pretty pouty face and the way your brows were furrowed so cutely while you wore a necklace he bought you for your anniversary. He patted his lap. “Come here and tell me.”

You walked to him with a small huff and plopped on his lap.

“I'm a very independent woman,” you said in a very serious tone.

“I know, sweetheart, and I love that for you.”

“I can fight.”

“Nothing turns me on more than you defending yourself,” Sylus continues to comment in a low tone, his fingers softly running up and down your arm while he doesn't stray away from your side profile.

“I can shoot someone.”

“I told you I can get a gun engraved with our names on them, sweetie,” he says, his lips softly brushing your neck, placing small kisses.

“And I can be by myself.”

“Sadly.”

“So, why the hell do I yearn for your single presence and touch when I haven’t seen you in hours?” You groaned out, subconsciously craning your neck as he grabs your waist. “Not even that, I get upset when you don’t respond for two hours. Two!”

He darkly chuckles. “It seems this kitty who loves baring her fangs loves being coddled, hmm?” His nose brushes against the pulse of your neck, softly inhaling your scent. “You want me to text you more often?”

“Please?”

“Whatever you want,” he muttered on your neck. “I hope you know, though, the way you’re so… independent, so badass that you can handle yourself, so headstrong…” his lips moved close to the shell of your ear as his words turned whispered. “The things you do to me.”

“You really like that about me?”

“If you were to stab me, I would stab myself deeper into the blade to meet your fingertips holding the handle,” he whispered as if he was sharing a secret, his glistening ruby colored eyes meeting yours. “My body yearns for your touch that I wouldn’t care about dying at your hands. I’ll die happy just getting to brush against your skin.”

You let out a shuddered breath as his lips hovered over yours. He nudged his nose against your own, glancing at your lips.

“You’re crazy…” you commented with no malice at all.

He smiled a little. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?” He continued to speak in a low tone. “Because I would let you kill me? Because I would get on my knees to worship you like you deserve to? Call me crazy all you want, sweetie, I just want you in ways you don’t know.”

He presses his lips against yours, savoring your taste with a soft moan, relishing in the way your body felt underneath his fingertips.

He backed away and looked into your eyes again with dilated pupils.

“Anything happens to you,” he started, his hand placing itself on your cheek so the pad of his thumb could rub itself over your bottom lip, “I will set this stupid world on fire, you hear me?” You slowly nod. “Ask me for whatever, ask me for anything you want, I will gladly do anything because if I can set this world on fire for you, I will do anything you want before you could breathe. You want me to text you more? Done. Want to go on more dates? I will personally buy every restaurant with your favorite food so you could enjoy it without disturbance. That’s fine with you?”

“Yes… thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Ask me for the moon, stars, anything, it’s yours,” he tilted his head to the side with a small smile you couldn’t help but smile, too. “It’s called the bare minimum, sweetie.”

“Sy, that is not—” he cuts you off with a chuckle, his fingers moving from your bottom lip to your neck.

“Bare minimum. Never thank me for being the boyfriend you deserve,” he softly spoke, pressing soft kisses on your lips. He savored each one. “Now come on. Let’s go on a trip.”

“It’s 10 at night?” You questioned, almost perplexed

“You should be getting used to unexpected trips, sweetie,” he chuckled, helping you get up. He got up next, hovering over your figure. He rubbed your cheekbone softly. “Can’t have people thinking I can’t treat my girl right, hmm?”

“God, I’m in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you,” he kisses you once again. “Come on. The jet should be ready. Don’t worry about clothes. I’ll buy you anything you want once we get there.”

“Ugh, you’re so hot.”

“Mmm, compliment me more, sweetie, we might do some things in the jet.”

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FUCK THIS CLUB UP ! sylus x reader

PROLOGUE. wc 0.4k

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It’s dusk when you spot the flyer on the wet sidewalk below your feet. It would’ve been hard to miss; the image of bright red heels in the background and the currency symbols that littered the page, despite having been soaked by the mornings rain, miraculously stood out.

You should’ve kept walking home. You had already stayed late, worked overtime. It’s probably the fourth day in a row that you've done so, but you can’t say for sure. You’d lost count of it all. 

The diner itself already had been shitty long before you began working there. The food is dry and the drinks are flat. Now you know it for its shitty hours and shitty pay. You know that the circles under your eyes are from its customers and the never-ending itch on your arms are from its cheap uniform. 

But it was still a job, and at the only place that would take someone with an essentially empty resume. It had never dawned on you to leave the one thing that allowed you to keep the lights on at home. 

You should’ve kept walking home, but there’s something alluring about what you’re being offered. There’s an address printed below the advertisement header and no additional information.

EXOTIC DANCERS WANTED!!! NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED!!!

The exclamation marks seemed a excessive, sure. But fuck. You could really use the money. 

Other ads are scattered around where you stood. It’s almost laughable that you had picked up the one request for an exotic dancer out of all those that were looking for a dog walker or algebra tutor. 

It has to be a trap. This is how people get killed. 

Even still, your curiosity defeats your reluctance to give in.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you type in the address. Fortunately, it’s only a seven minute walk to get there. Unfortunately, it’s only a seven minute walk to get there. Plenty of time to think about what the hell you could be getting yourself into. 

You could still continue home instead, but it’s not like there’s anything to do there. Nothing to eat. 

The fridge would be as empty as it was when you checked it this morning and you don’t need to check your bank account to know that it follows the same fate. 

It’s only seven minutes. So you memorize the route and turn off your phone.

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FUCK THIS CLUB UP ! sylus x reader

she’s working to pay her debt and he owns the strip club where she does so.

PAIRING l&ds sylus x female reader.

STATUS ongoing, expect slow updates.

TAGS/WARNINGS sex worker reader, financial hardships, drinking, smoking, language, eventual smut. 

(potential taglist? if people want it lol)

individual chapter warnings. mature themes. 18+ only.  

PROLOGUE

ONE

TWO

THREE

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NIGHT SHIFT ! zayne x reader

contains: l&ds zayne x reader, she/her pronouns, established relationship, ooc zayne, angst, hurt/no comfort. wc 0.4k

She knows this routine by now. She knows what will happen tonight, as it has many times before. She knows even before the plate she left out for him becomes cold and before her eyes can no longer stay open to see him return.

So she covers up his dinner and tucks herself into an empty bed. She knows that Zayne will come home late tonight, if at all. 

Some nights he’ll join her in bed, even if it’s four in the morning and he has to leave again soon. Some nights she’ll imagine that he did, only to wake up to the house exactly as she had left it. Food untouched, his bedside empty.

And if it doesn’t slip his mind, he’ll send her a text before moving on to his next task of the night. Of course she knows what that will entail: an apology, or explanation, or that he loves her. He had eventually stopped reassuring her that it won’t happen again. 

Her friends tell her it’s what she gets for loving someone with such a grueling career. They tell her that she should’ve known what she was getting into.

She can’t help but wonder if it really is what she deserves. The duvet is pulled to her chin as she stares at her ceiling and thinks. She briefly debates if it’s all worth it before completely shaking the idea out of her head. There was no doubt that Zayne loves her. She can’t blame him for carrying out the obligations of his job, nor can she resent him for it. 

She loves him because of his dedication, his passion. He’s the best in his field and she’s his biggest supporter. 

Isn’t it selfish of her to think this way? To think about how lonely she feels when there are people who need him more than she does? When there are people whose lives depend on him?

She tells herself that she’ll stay for one more night. Just one more. After that, she’ll have a talk with him.

But then he’ll tell her about the elementary student he performed an emergency operation on, about the elderly woman who he knows would get along with her perfectly. 

So she stays. She continues to make two portions of dinner, only for half to go into his lunchbox the next day. And she continues to fall asleep hugging his pillow, pretending that it’s something else. For just one more night.