Caleb’s Chapter 2 For The Spring Event Is So Big Brother Energy.. Wearing His Jacket? Talking About

Xavier deserves more love.

There! I said it!

The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.

She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.

He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.

We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.

Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.

I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.

Put some respect on his name.

Do guys think Caleb use your name both as an excuse and with pride whenever he talks with his friends and suitors right after the card where you pretend to be his gf?

"My girlfriend said I can't hangout, sorry"

"Oh girlfriend thinks I should do this and that"

"You want my number? You can ask my girlfriend"

"Can't accept this meal, but my girlfriend would love this if she were here!"

"My girlfriend told me to eat healthier"

"Oh my girlfriend needs me."

"I'm going back to Linkon this weekend, can't come"

"My girlfriend"

And his friends will all be like "WE GET IT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND"

Who would cum fastest: Caleb or Xavier? Personally I think they’d both cum super quickly 🫣

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Help I can’t even finish one assignment without needing Caleb porn

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Morning Routines with Sylus

Ever since marrying Sylus, (Name) had perfected the art of slipping out of Sylus’s iron grip without waking him.

She had to—her work started at 7 AM, and he only went to bed at 5.

Carefully, she eased herself out of his embrace, moving like a trained assassin. The moment his arms loosened, she slid away, only for Sylus to stir slightly, his brow furrowing as if already missing her warmth.

(Name) quickly grabbed a pillow and slipped it into his arms. Like a cat seeking comfort, Sylus instinctively buried his face in it, relaxing again.

She stifled a giggle. Too easy.

With her temporary victory, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen for her usual morning coffee.

Sitting on a stool, she let out a content sigh as she took a sip—

Only for a familiar black and red mist to suddenly swirl around her waist and coffee mug.

Before she could react, her cup was gently pulled from her hands and placed on the counter.

And then—she was lifted into the air.

"—Hey!" She yelped as the mist effortlessly maneuvered her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and back into the bedroom.

Before she knew it, she was back in bed, wrapped snugly in Sylus’s embrace.

A deep, sleepy chuckle rumbled against her ear.

"Did you think you could escape me so easily, kitten?" Sylus murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

(Name) huffed in amusement, pressing a hand to his chest. "Sysy, I have to work."

"Mmm… no." He buried his face into her neck, arms tightening around her as if she were his most treasured possession.

She sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this.

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

By the fifth kiss, Sylus groaned, reluctantly loosening his grip. "Fine. 10 more minutes."

(Name) laughed, victorious once again.

"Deal." She snuggled into his warmth, knowing full well she’d have to escape again soon.

This was inspired by an art drawing from twitter, and i had to write it as a hc for my mc's version LMAO THIS IS WAY WAY TOO CUTE AND SO SO SYLUS CODED i love marriage life imagines w sylus, i love my man so much i hope u guys could tell

My way of life

Dark!StepdadSylus x reader

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Trigger warnings: dark!sylus, older man with younger woman, Sylus is in his early forties and reader is +21, loner!reader, clueless!reader, naive kink, innocence kink, reader’s mom is terrible, reader is emotional and it annoys Sylus at times, meanie!Sylus, Sylus is a manipulator, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p n v, first time, loss of virginity, Caleb is a district attorney lol, Sylus talks you through it, drug use, drunk character, lots of plot holes tbh, domestic violence, personal items are destroyed, death of minor character, please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything listed above. Let me know if i missed anything. Not edited.

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Sylus’ heart broke the first time he saw you.

With your shoulders curling inward and your head hanging low, something about how pitiful you looked caught his eye.

You sat across a woman he could only assume was your mother, judging by the similar features. She spoke to you in a harsh tone, demanding you “sit up straight and wipe that ugly look off your face” before she went back to scrolling on her phone. She made no effort to talk to you. If she did, most of the time it was merely insults or ways you could “improve”

Doing as you were told, he managed to get a glimpse of your face. You had the saddest eyes he had ever seen. You were too pretty, too young, to be this miserable. You seemed like a good kid. The type to do as you were told. It's not your fault you were stuck with a mother who was more interested in spending the day gossiping with her friends from work than having a nice lunch date with her daughter.

The life he could give you. You would never have to worry about a thing. Wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. Your life would consist of total leisure. All you needed to be was a good girl for him.

Your mother didn’t know what she had. She didn’t deserve you. You were a little kitten that needed to be taken care of. You needed a nurturing presence in your life. She was merely holding you back, preventing you from seeing the beauty of the world around you. Anyone on the outside could see how suffocating she was.

He needed to do something about that.

It was strange having a new person in your life. Since you were born, it had only been you and your mother.

Having friends was out of the question and so was a boyfriend. This led to you knowing very little about the world, especially men. So, when your mom brought a man home for the very first time, you nearly passed out front the nerves.

You had seen men out on the street, but none that looked like him.

He introduced himself as Sylus, the man your mom had been seeing for the last few months. You could feel how your face burned as you made eye contact with him. He was so handsome and so…large. He wore a maroon-colored button-up that paired nicely with his unnaturally colored eyes. The fabric stretched across his chest, the sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms you would only see carved out in porcelain. The black slacks he wore made his legs seem as though they went on for miles.

He was temptation in a half.

A strange sensation bloomed in between your legs. The kind that made you want to push your thighs together. It was the same one that appeared every time you read one of your mom’s dirty books.

Speaking of which, you failed to see the sour expression on her face when you shook Sylus’ hand, but he had a keen eye. Nothing slipped past him. He could tell your mom was the obsessive type. One who puts the happiness of a man before their child.

This was going to be easy. He just needed to play his cards right and in the end, it would be only you and him. If it goes according to plan, your mother would be far away from your two, six feet deep in the ground, perhaps.

——

Much to your mother’s dismay, Sylus made sure to spend time with you.

You don’t know how he managed to get her to agree to such things, but you were grateful you were finally getting the chance to go outside and experience things with someone who seemed to genuinely care about your happiness.

At first, it was a bit awkward for you, not sure what you were supposed to talk about. You didn’t have much to say as you had little experience with life, but Sylus managed to fill the silence. Just fine.

After a few outings together, he noticed the nervous habits you had where you’d pick at the skin on the side of your thumb and bite the inside of your cheek.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep digging into your skin like that, sweetie.”

You tore your eyes away from the view outside the car window, your wide eyes looking at the white-haired man driving.

Oh god. Was he going to scold you the way your mom did? Would he tug on your ear the way she did?

“I-I’m sorry. Mom says it’s…uh…a disgusting habit of mine.”

“S’not gross at all. I just don’t want you hurting yourself.” Taking a hand off the wheel, he offered it to you. “Here.”

You stared down at the hand he extended to you. The warm skin on the back of it touching the skin of your knee your jean shorts didn’t cover. You swore a spark ran through you at the direct skin contact.

“I don’t…understand.”

“I’m going to help you get rid of that nervous manner of yours. Whenever I’m around and you feel like you want to pick at your skin, you could hold my hand, play with my fingers, whatever you want.”

‘Could even suck on them if you’d like.’ He thought like the disgusting old man he was.

“But you’re my mom’s boyfriend. Isn’t that…that wouldn’t be right.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong, sweetie.” He sighed. “Just trying to help.”

The sound of disappointment caused you to perk up in your seat. When he started to pull his hand away, you frantically reached for it. One hand wrapping around his thumb, the other grabbing the rest of his hand, you pulled it back into your lap.

“No!” That came out louder than you intended. “Oh, I’m…I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to yell.”

“S’okay. I’m not mad at you. I just didn’t want to push my luck.”

You said nothing for the next few minutes. You were too busy marveling at how large his hand was, your fingers following the veins that appeared on the back of his hand. His fingers were so long.

Thinking back to a romance novel you snuck out of your mom’s room, you wondered how easy it would be for him to wrap his hand around your neck. As the books would often say, he could easily manhandle you.

But he didn’t.

He was gentle with you. He treated you how anyone would treat a scared kitten. Hushed tones and soft caresses.

After a while, you spoke up, your eyes going back to staring at the buildings passing by you.

“Uh, Sylus…If you don’t mind, can I ask where we’re going?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. The other day when I was at your house, I passed by your room and noticed..how can I say this without sounding like an asshole? I noticed that it…lacked personality.”

Your grip on his hand tightened.

“I’m not allowed to hang things. Mom..uh…she doesn’t want me making holes in the wall.”

“You don’t need to put things up to make it your. You can easily add little knickknacks to your dresser or desk. Add a bit of color with a nice comforter. I doubt that thing you use as a blanket is keeping you warm at night.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

He was right.

Most nights, you went to bed with a long sleeve, fleece pajama pants, and sock-clad feet just to keep your teeth from chattering.

“I’m not saying this to put you on the spot. You need a space in that house to call your own. You’re an adult, you should be allowed to pick things you like. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how controlling your mother is.” He paused, pulling into a large parking lot that had cars moving in both directions.

You watched as he drove past everyone, stopping in front of a sign that said “VALET PARKING”

Much to your disappointment, he gently pulled his hand out of your grasp, moving to unclip his seatbelt. He stepped out of the car to speak to a young man who came up to the vehicle, his voice muffled by the sound of cars passing by and the chatter of people.

You nearly jumped out of your seat when your door was pulled open. It was another guy who looked about the same age as the one Sylus was talking to.

“Miss?”

You showed no intention of moving, stuck to the leather seat.

“I got her.”

Sylus slid himself in between you and the valet. You went as stiff as a board when he curled around you, unfastening your seatbelt.

“Come here, sweetheart. We got a long day ahead of us and I want to make sure you have dinner before I take you home.”

God knows your mom wouldn’t feed you when she got out from work.

——

The shops Sylus had brought you to were anything but welcoming.

There were so many people. They carried bags from stores whose names you couldn’t even pronounce. It would have been so easy to get lost in the crowd if it weren’t for the giant holding your hand.

He towered over everyone. Men looked at him with envy while women did a double take before giggling to themselves. You noticed how people bumped into one another, not even sparing a sorry to one another. Yet, when some guy on his phone knocked into you, one look from Sylus had him stuttering an apology.

It took a lot of coxing from Sylus to finally step foot into one of the cute little boutiques they had. The saleswomen perked up at the sight of him, their attention primarily on him. It was strange having them follow you two around. It was difficult to even look at the pretty trinkets as they instantly tried to get you to buy them.

“Those are the latest trends! Everyone is dying to get their hands on them!” The retail worker who introduced herself as Monica exclaimed. The sound of her voice being so close to you had you griping onto Sylus’ hand for comfort, his thumb immediately brushing against your skin to soothe you.

You looked at the display case. The “latest trend” were some kind of ugly-looking creatures. Their fuzzy little bodies and pointy teeth were strange. Their beady little eyes made you uncomfortable.

“I’m…uh…not too sure they’re my thing.” You tried to sound as polite as you could, but the way Monica’s face flashed with annoyance didn’t go unnoticed by you or Sylus. Reminded you of your mom.

“Everyone who’s anyone is causing these to fly off the shelves.”

“I don’t see why.” Sylus interrupted. “They’re unsightly. Now if you don’t mind, we’d like to look around for a bit, without being followed.”

Much to your surprise, Monica left without another word.

With the sour taste not only in your mouth but Sylus’, he led you out of the store into another one that had the loveliest clothing. The dresses they had on the mannequins were like the ones you had seen in magazines. The flower prints, light colors, and bows caught your attention.

“Everything is so pretty. So cute.” Your wide eyes swept across the expanse.

The corner of Sylus’ lips twitched at the sight.

“Why don’t you pick out a few things?” He offered, knowing you wouldn’t dare. You’d rely on him to make the decisions for you.

“Can you help me?”

Bingo.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he brushed the warm skin of your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

What a perfect little doll you were. You let him pick things out for you, down to cute cotton panties. You tried everything on, shyly stepping out of the dressing room to show him. He gave words of encouragement, the approving hums making you feel good.

You appreciated his actions but you couldn’t find the words meaningful enough to thank him. Yet, he clung to your sweet little thank yous.

He carried the multiple bags in one of his huge paws. He’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of every opportunity to hold your hand.

At some point, your guard began to come down. You unconsciously started to pull him into stores, marveling at things you had never seen before. Still, you refused to let him buy every little thing you laid your eyes on.

He did keep his promise. When he saw your steps begin to slow and your energy to drain, he suggested you two had dinner before he had to take you back home. Once you had your fill, tummy full, and heart content with the tasty meal paired with dessert you ever had, you sat peacefully in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know how you managed to get my mom to agree to these outings, Sylus, but I’m grateful. You don’t have to do any of this, yet you’re always so nice to me every time we see each other.” Your eyes started to burn, tears wanting to spill. “I’m glad to have you in my life. And I want you to know, you didn’t have to buy me all these things but, I’m truly grateful.”

The rest of the drive home was filled with Sylus filling in the quiet spaces. He asked you questions about yourself, your likes and dislikes. There wasn’t much but it was enough to confirm what he already knew. Your mother was a terrible person and she needed to be out of the picture for you to completely give yourself over to him.

He saw the way you looked at him. Your nervous glances at him, the ways your eyes trailed over his hands and arms. You’ve never gotten to experience a man before, but he was going to make sure he was your first and only.

——

Months passed.

Sylus had infiltrated your home and your mind.

It was wrong. You know it was, but you unconsciously craved him.

Seeing the kisses he shared with your mother made you envious. That should be you.

“Oh god.” Your hand came to press itself against your mouth. “What am I thinking?”

Scared by the thoughts clouding your judgment, you got ready for bed. You’d be going to bed with an empty house. Your mom and Sylus would be going out for a nice dinner. Who knows at what time they’d be back? Most of the time, you’d wake up in the morning and your mom would be gone to work.

You dressed in a soft pink nighty Sylus bought you a few weeks ago. It was kept hidden deep within one of your drawers. He suggested you kept certain things hidden as you knew your mother was a jealous woman. You had seen her sneering at the cute lamb plush placed in the middle of your bed, the white comforter with little flowers stitched onto it offering a nice resting place.

You went to bed with your arms wrapped around your plush, your face pressed against its fur as it still smelled of Sylus as he had carried it around after winning it for you out of a claw machine.

Gosh, you wished it was him. The warmth and serenity he offered you was something you hadn’t had in life. He always took such good care of you. He provided support and allowed you to speak freely, expressing your thoughts and concerns without being reprimanded.

With a heavy sigh, you started to fall asleep.

A loud bang came from somewhere around the house, the sound of heels being thrown onto the floor. Your mother’s muffled voice could be heard. She was angry. Not wanting to be subjected to her wrath, you pretended to be asleep as her footsteps were making there way to your bedroom.

The aggressive sound of the doorknob knocking into the wall, causing them to rattle had you jumping under the covers, a yelp escaping your lips.

The lights were turned on and your comforter was ripped off of you.

“Ma!” You pushed yourself into a sitting position against the headboard, arms clutching your precious lamb. “What are you-”

Her teeth were bared as she took you in. The nightgown you wore was of much better quality than the one Sylus had gifted her.

“You little fucking whore. I knew it!” She yelled as she grabbed your hair and tugged you out of bed. “You’ve been fucking him this whole time. Why else would he be paying so much attention to you? He cancelled dinner plans and I’m sure you had something to do with it!”

You cried at the burning sensation thrumming through your scalp.

“No! I would never-”

Her palm made harsh contact with your once unblemished cheek and your bones rattled when she threw you on the floor.

Her eyes took in your room. Once barren and plain, there was life in every corner. Little figurines of cats, bunnies, and bears were arranged neatly on your desk. Your handy-down clothes were replaced with feather-trimmed dresses. Beat-up white sneakers were long gone, three new pairs in their place.

At the feeling of something soft against her foot, she looked down and was met with the annoyingly cute face of your lamb plushy.

With wide, terrified eyes, you watched as she picked it up.

“Ma, please. Why are you doing-”

“Quiet!”

Her fingers worked your cotton-filled friend. Her fingers flexed, a stormy expression taking over her face. Suddenly, she twisted its head, the stuffing hitting the floor as she threw its decapitated body at you. She stomped across your room, shoving the small critters off your desk before going over to your closet and ripping the clothing off the hangers.

Your once neat room was now a disaster. All the precious memories attached to every little thing were now replaced by the hands of your mother.

You needed to get out of here.

As quietly as you could, you tried to not alert her as you got up. When you were nearly out of the suffocating space, you were shoved against the door, the knob biting into the skin of your side.

A cry escaped.

“Where do you think you’re going, you little brat!”

Her nails were digging into the exposed skin of your arms, crescent shapes left in their wake. You tried the best you could to shake her off.

“You think you can take him from me? You think just because you’re young now, he’s going to stay with you forever?”

Through tears and wrecked sobs, you shoved her off of you.

She was left dazed on the floor. You took the opportunity to run, grabbing her car keys from the bowl by the door. The driving lessons she gave you a few years back better pay off.

Shifting the car into drive, you watched from the rearview mirror as your mother who was standing at the front door became smaller and smaller.

——

The low hum coming from the record player filled the living room as Sylus’ eyes trailed across the pages of the book held in his hands. He was somewhat at peace as he didn’t have to pretend with entertaining your mother. Selfishly, he canceled the plans he had with her, using the excuse of something coming up at work.

Unbeknownst to him, this would lead to your mom drinking too much wine with dinner and you, who was tucked safely under the soft bedding he had bought you, would be subjected to her anger.

His eyes started to flutter, the book in his hand falling against his chest as his breathing slowed.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he woke up to the doorbell ringing. For the first time in a long time, his stomach dropped. Whatever he was about to deal with, was going to upset him greatly.

Pushing himself off the couch, he made his way to the front door. He couldn’t help the way his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you. Through the glass, he could see the way you had your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, a disheveled nighty being your only protection against the rain. With your back towards him, it appeared as though you were making sure you hadn’t been followed. Your shoulders were shaking, the cold night making your breath visible in the air.

Your mother’s car was parked haphazardly in his driveway, the lights still on.

As if sensing him, you turned around. Your tear-filled eyes beckoning him to open the door faster.

He did as such, pulling you into the warmth of his home. In the different lighting, he could see the cut splitting your bottom lip.

“Sweetie, what are you-”

“I don’t…I don't know what happened.”

Oh, how terrified you sounded.

Your mother was doing exactly the opposite of what she wanted. She was pushing you into his arms like the fool that she was. He had to hold back the smirk that threatened to form.

“I-I was sleeping and she barged…she barged in…s-screaming about me being a…a whore.”

Now that wasn’t what he wanted. You weren’t supposed to become collateral.

A defining sob wrecked through you, Sylus taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around you.

It was his fault.

He should have known better. Your mother was spiteful and envious. She could see what you couldn’t. You liked Sylus. In your naive mind, you confused your feelings for him as something strictly platonic, but the dreamy look in your eye when you stared off into space at the sound of his name was just the right amount of confirmation your mother needed.

But this leads you to him. It was becoming so easy for him.

Without a second thought, you hugged him back. He was so warm, so welcoming. He was everything your mother wasn’t. The attention he paid you made you giddy, as well as the affection he offered.

“I don’t know why she treats me like this. I’ve always done what she asked of me. Is it so wrong that you treat me with a dash of kindness? Why does she want me to be miserable? Don’t I deserve love?”

The hand resting against the back of your neck pulled you away from his chest, his eyes zeroing in on the bruise blooming on the apple of your cheek. You were too sweet to be treated as such. Your obedience streak ran high. Always do as you are told.

“It’s time for you to do right by you, sweetie. I know you love you’re mom, but you can’t let her get away with this. You need to make an example of her. Let her know you’re not going to let her keep treating you as such.”

“But I don’t know how.”

You went to hide your face against his chest, but he wouldn’t allow you, leading to a whine coming from your pretty lips.

“I have a friend who works as a district attorney. I’m sure he could connect us to someone who can help you create a strong case for domestic violence.”

“A case? Like-like involving the police?” You pulled away from him, your arms going around you once more. “I can’t…I couldn’t do that. S-she’s my mother, Sylus.”

‘So stupidity runs in the family.’ He thought.

Okay, he’ll admit, that was mean, but he wasn’t going to let your mother get away with this. Most importantly, he wouldn’t let your kindness cloud your judgment. This was only the first step to getting you all to himself.

“If you don’t put an end to this now, do you know how quickly situations like these can escalate? Your mother isn’t stable. I can’t even imagine what I’d do if she…”

“If she what?” You asked with your head tilting slightly.

“Honey, at this point, I wouldn’t put it past your mother to try killing you.”

You felt the sandwich you had for dinner try to make its way back up. Your tummy feeling sour.

“She w-wouldn’t do that! You’re wrong!” Angry tears burned the corner of your eyes.

The sudden rise of your voice, at him of all people, set him off. Within a second, he had your face within one of his big hands, your back pressed against the door.

“I know you love your mother,” He spoke through clenched teeth. “ Even though she did nothing to deserve it, I will not let her get away with treating you like this. I’m doing this for your own good. So here’s the deal sweetheart, you’re going to sleep here tonight and tomorrow morning, we’re going to the police station to make an official report, got it?”

You were taken back. He’d never spoken to you like this. You didn’t like it. He was the only one who treated you like a decent human being. He always went out of his way to make sure you felt included. He had brought you so many gifts that ended up being destroyed at the hands of your mother. If anyone deserved your love, it was him. He was the father you never had.

Bringing one hand to his chest and the other to the wrist of the hand holding you in place, you spoke up.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Now that riled him up. The dent in his pants grew, stiffening against his thigh, the head pulsating with need. He held himself back from ripping your clothes off and taking you against the glass door. Instead, he pressed a forceful kiss against your non-injured cheek, breathing in your scent.

“That’s a good fucking girl.”

——

The rest of that night was a blur.

You slept in one of Sylus’ many rooms. While you were off in dreamland, most definitely aided by the sleeping pills he gave you, he stayed by your side.

You were ignorant to the fact that he watched you sleep, his fingers trailing across your cheek.

So soft compared to him.

Everything about you was soft.

Your breathing was slow. Your chest rising and falling under the sheet. When you stirred, shifting your position just a little, the bedding slid down, exposing your neck and chest to the man’s greedy eyes.

Taking this golden opportunity ahead of him, he leaned over you and pressed his nose into the junction where your shoulder met your neck. He breathed in your scent, your heat radiating off onto him in waves. It was like he was scenting you, rubbing his skin against yours, hoping this would ward off any unwanted individuals.

“You’re home.” He whispered “You’re going to be so happy here. I’ll make sure of it.”

He stayed there a little longer, basking in the sensation that was you.

He didn’t need sleep for tonight.

His mind was too busy calculating his next move. Everything had fallen into place. Your mother played her part perfectly, down to a t. And you, you came running to him. You willingly became a tender little bird in a gleaming cage.

The next few days were going to be extremely busy for both of you. He knew it was going to take a toll on you, but it needed to be done. You’re mother needed to be gone.

He was the only one you needed.

——

You were grateful for Sylus’ jacket which was working as a safety net. It kept you warm against the cool air that filled the police station. The skin of your thumb had been picked raw and blood permeated your tastebuds.

Sylus spoke in hush tones with, Caleb, the district attorney. The younger male held onto a large file.

They made you fill out so much paperwork, most of it you didn’t even know what it was for. You gave a lengthy statement of what happened the night before and they made sure to take pictures of your injuries much to your discomfort. Even your nightgown was taken for evidence as it showed signs of a scuffle.

The sweats you wore were far too large, dwarfing you to anyone who glanced your way.

“Usually, we’d start with a restraining order but since you want to escalate this further, I’d say we have solid evidence to lock her away for a few years,” Caleb mentioned while you tried to focus on the sheets of paper before you.

How could you do this to your mother? She brought you into this world and yet, you’d be taking away her freedom.

This was all a mistake.

You needed to see her. She’d be able to make you see this was all a misunderstanding.

On autopilot, you stood from your seat and started to head out. You made it past the door when you heard your name being called.

You didn’t look back. You just kept walking.

“Where are you going?”

At the feeling of Sylus’ hand landing on your shoulder, you were roughly spun around.

“I-I want to see her.”

Sometimes your sweetness and ability to forgive so quickly was annoying. He held back rolling his eyes.

“Honey, no. You can’t. There’s a restraining order against her. She can’t be near you. You can’t go home anymore.”

Your eyes burned and your bottom lip trembled.

“This was wrong of me. She’ll make this right. She always does.”

When you turned away, Sylus’ patience cracked. His hand shot out and tugged you harshly over to his parked car.

“Why are you making this harder than it needs to be? It’s too late for your remorse. You signed the papers and now there’s a warrant out for her arrest. You won’t be able to see her until your court date.”

You tried to pull your arm free but he wouldn’t let you.

“I’ll take it back-”

“It’s too late for that! Don’t you see? What mother in their right mind would put a man above her child? What mother would lay her own hands on the one person she’s supposed to cherish? A mother is supposed to be a natural nurturer. She doesn’t love you. Get that through your thick skull!” He nudged your head with his finger and you yelp at the cruelty of it.

When he saw your frightened expression, his grip on your bicep loosened. His free hand came up to your jaw.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just wish you see the truth. She doesn’t care for you, but I do.”

He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I love you.”

A pregnant pause filled the space between you.

“You don’t…you can’t mean that.”

“I thought being with your mother would be enough for me since you two look so much alike, but after spending time together, you two couldn’t be more different. You’re an absolute delight to be around. When you come out of your shell, you shine so brilliantly. You offer me a different insight into things in life. A fresh perspective. You’re everything she’s not and I love you for it. You allow me to look after you, keep you safe. While you’re allowed to make your own decisions, I will not allow you to let her off the hook. We’ll be going through with our original plan and your mother will serve the time she deserves.”

You stayed quiet, stuck on the L word.

“You really love me?”

Sylus let out a breathy laugh.

“Of course I do.” He pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “How many more times do I need to say it?”

Pressing tiny kisses all over your face, the tension in your body went away, and happy giggles slipping past your lips. With one last peck to your cheek, he moved to open the passenger door, gesturing for you to slide in.

“You had a rough night and a busy morning. Let’s get you home so you can rest.”

——

Caleb made sure to keep Sylus up to date with anything involving your mother. Even let him know when the cops were on their way to bring her to the police station.

He sat in his parked car, a distance away from your old home. The flash of red and blue lights reflected off his tinted windows. He watched with rapt attention as your mother opened the door, confusion written on her face.

She looked a mess. Her hair resembled a bird’s nest, clothes were wrinkled and untucked.

The microphone hidden in the lapel of Caleb’s suit allowed him to hear every word.

“Oh, officers! I’m so glad you’re here. It’s my daughter…she…she had an episode. Destroyed the whole place and left. I’ve been going crazy trying to find her! I’m sure the neighbors contacted you, yes?”

How dumb did she think they were? What mother wouldn’t call the police as soon as their “unstable” kid took off with their car?

“Ma’am, we’re here on behalf of your daughter who has filed a report against you. You have the right to remain silent as everything you say could be held against you in a court of law-”

“But I didn’t do anything. Officer, please-”

“You’ll have enough time to present your statement. Please, don’t make this difficult. You don’t want any other charges brought against you.”

As the police officers closed in around her, she tried closing the door on them, running into the house.

Over the walkie, Sylus could hear the struggle, rolling his eyes at her pleads.

Pathetic.

After a few minutes, she reappeared, cuffed, and led over to the awaiting police car. She was resisting them, almost fighting them. Her shouts were silenced by the sound of the door closing.

“Let’s get her booked. We can add resisting arrest and battery against multiple officers to her chart. Go ahead and start the process, I’m going to stay back and make sure all evidence is collected.”

Caleb could be heard giving orders. Once the crime scene investigators showed up, did Caleb signal for Sylus to join him.

“I always love when they put up a fight.” Caleb started, leading Sylus throughout the house. “Makes the job so much more thrilling.”

The place you called home was in total disarray. Wandering through the familiar walls, glass crunched under his shoe from a broken picture frame. A picture of you. The only picture of you your mother had displayed.

He picked it up, removing it from the frame and dusting off the shards of glass. It would look lovely on his desk in the den. He carefully tucked into into his coat pocket, patting it as if to secure it into place.

“They’re at the station.” Caleb interrupted, stepping into your old room. “They’ll get here processed soon enough. I’m sure you’re going to be receiving a call from her soon. Pick up the call after a few rings, make it seem as though you haven’t been waiting for it, yeah?”

“Course.”

——

“You have ten minutes.” An officer said as he held the door open for Sylus. “You can hold hands but no kissing.”

‘I wouldn’t worry too much about that.’ Sylus wanted to say, instead, he settled with a curt nod.

Taking a seat on the cold metal chair, he waited for them to bring in your mother. When she walked passed the threshold, a warm feeling filled him as he noted the orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed in front of her.

At the sight of the white-haired man, your mother ran to him, hugging him as best as she could with her bond limbs. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that he didn’t return the hug.

“You really came! I’m so happy you’re here!”

She took a seat before him, smiling brightly.

“Oh, Sylus! I’m so glad you actually came. You need to get me out of here. I don’t belong in this place! I don’t know what got into that little brat. I’ve been telling you she’s nothing but trouble, that kid. Don’t know why you wasted your time and money on her. But I promise, as soon as I get out, we could leave town. We’ll never have to see her again! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“You’re going to rot in here.” His eerily calm voice caused your mother’s smile to fall, replaced by a look of confusion. “Don’t you know what they do to people who abuse their children?”

“But-but I didn’t do anything! She’s the one who went berserk! Oh, you should’ve seen her, Sylus.” She hid her face in her hands, her fake sobs muffled. “I’m so embarrassed. She was always so ungrateful. Everything you bought her, out of the goodness of your own heart, she just destroyed it! All those pretty clothes were ripped to shreds. Please, you-”

When she reached for his hands, he leaned away. He no longer needed to pretend he enjoyed having her hands on him.

“I saw her. She came to me after what you did to her.”

Her eye twitched. Lips curling into a frown, she banged her hands against the metal table and spoke through clenched teeth.

“I knew it! I tried to ignore it but I always knew she liked you! Little fucking whore could never let me have anything. Leeching off of me like the disgusting parasite she's always been. From the moment she was conceived, she took and took from me. How could I love the thing that nearly killed me when she came into this world?”

“Either way, what’s done is done. I can’t see you slinking your way out of this one. She filed a restraining order against you and I’m not paying your bail. What kind of man would I be if I rewarded your behavior? You’ll still have to wait for your court date to be posted. As far as I can see, you’ll be in here for more than a couple of months, sweetheart.” Adjusting the cuff of his jacket, a small baggy fell into his palm as his hand held hers “But there’s a way out of this mess. Let me help you one last time, yes? Take this with you and pour it into the drink that comes with your dinner. You won’t feel anything. It’ll be like going to sleep. You’ll be at peace and you won’t ever have to deal with that parasite ever again. You’ll be free of her.”

“I can’t do-”

“You won’t make it out alive. They’ll eat you alive. Don’t let her take your last bit of freedom, sweetheart. Take matters into your own hands.” With that, he gave her hand a gentle nudge.

The bolts from the door made a loud thud as they unlocked.

“Time’s up, you two.”

As Sylus walked out, he heard your mother call out to him, but he paid her no mind. He needed to get home to you. You’ve been alone for too long but everything has fallen into place beautifully. By sunrise, your mother would be gone.

When he got home, he expected to find you in the spare bedroom from the night before. Instead, you tucked yourself into a neat little ball on the black leather couch. You clung to the coat he had lent you earlier, your face tucked into the wool collar. Even asleep, you looked for him for comfort.

Without waking you, he carried you upstairs, tucking you into bed. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pulled the sheets over your shoulders. He hardly spent any time with you today. He needed you near. Leaving only his shirt and slacks, he laid beside you, on top of the covers.

‘Just a few minutes.’ He thought, resting his forehead against your cheek.

He listened to your breathing which shortly after lulled him to sleep.

——

The familiar sound of a phone ringing pulled you from your slumber. Blearily blinking up at the ceiling, you let your eyes focus, feeling pressure against your side. Small gusts of air tickled your neck.

Turning, you were met with Sylus. He was out like a light with his arm draped across you.

You took this time to look at him.

With his face completely relaxed, he appeared so sweet. The arrogant aura that clung around him was nonexistent. Though he had a couple of years on you, he had little wrinkles, his face smooth and sharp. You guessed growing up with the amount of money he had, he never really had to stress about anything.

Bringing your hand from under the covers, you traced the bridge of his nose with your pointer finger. When you got to the tip, he sniffled, pressing his face deeper into your skin.

He was so handsome.

His confession from earlier had you feeling like you were on cloud nine. You were so lucky to have someone like him in your life.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the shrill of a phone. You looked around, your eyes landing on the coat thrown lazily over the back of the single-seater, a dim light coming from the pocket. Gently, you removed the arm Sylus had around you and made your way over to the phone.

When you picked it up, a dread filled you.

Caleb

Why would he be calling so late at night?

It was rude to pick up someone else’s phone but it didn’t look like Sylus was going to be waking up anytime soon. Surely he wouldn’t mind. You knew whatever Caleb had to say was going to involve you. On the last ring, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Uh…Hi…Is-uh-Is Sylus available?” The district attorney asked.

“He’s asleep. Is everything okay?” He sounded concerned. “Anything I can help with?”

“Miss, I’m going to need you to sit down. I was hoping Sylus would be the one to break the news for you, probably would be better coming from someone you know, but it wouldn’t be the first time I deliver bad news.”

Your heart was in your throat as you took a seat.

“What is it?” Your voice was a mere whisper.

“One of the guards at the jail your mom’s at was doing their nightly check-ins. When he got to her cell, he noticed she wasn’t on the bed, instead she was on the floor. Once she was examined, she was pronounced dead by the facility’s physician. I’m so sorry, Miss. You can come to claim the body in the morning. I’ll send the details to Sylus.”

Ending the call, you sat in silence before a broken cry came from you, tears sliding down your face. You tried muffling your sobs to not wake Sylus, but it was too late. Said male was beside you in an instant.

“Honey, what’s wrong-”

“She’s dead!” You screamed, the phone sliding from your hand and onto the floor. “Oh god, Sylus, my mom’s dead!”

“That can’t be right. How could she…She’s under constant surveillance. That doesn’t make sense.”

Your hands came up to grab your hair, fingers tangling with the strands before tugging.

“I killed her. It’s my fault she ended up there and now she’s dead! She was right. I’m a disgrace! She didn’t deserve this! She wasn’t the most attentive but she was still my mom, Sylus! And now she’s gone! I’ll never see her again.”

You threw yourself at him. You needed him to ground you. There was no other way of consoling you than to let you air it all out. You needed to cry. All the feelings brewing inside of you needed to come out.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding your face to his chest. Slowly, he moved you two to the ground. He didn’t say anything. He just rocked you back and forth, his hand rubbing your back with soft strokes. Cradling you between his legs, he smiled.

She was gone.

And you had nobody but him.

This was always how it was going to end.

——

Sylus made sure everything went off without a hitch. From the autopsy declaring your mother died from a sudden aneurysm to the cremation niche, her urn was placed in to being filled with her favorite flowers.

Sadly, he didn’t expect you to lose yourself in your sadness. He didn’t get it. Why were you crying for her? She was a shitty person and an even shittier mother.

During the entire ceremony, all he could hear were your sniffles and whimpers. The car ride home was just as silent.

Entering his home, you let him take your coat, your black flats left discarded by the front door. He followed you up the stairs and into your room.

“Sweetie, I think you should-”

“I can’t do this, Sylus.” Your hushed tone filled the space. “I can’t stop thinking about her. She died alone and I can’t stop picturing her face. I need…I can’t…I just need my brain to shut off.”

Turning to look at him as he stood at the foot of the bed, you trailed your eyes over his figure.

In the books you read, it was always mentioned how the female lead would forget everything when she was claimed by her lover. Maybe that’s what you needed. With a sudden wave of confidence, embarrassment be damned, you grabbed the hem of your black dress and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He could feel his cock hardening as he took in your white lace-clad body. “You’re not-”

You walked over to him. With little force, you had him sitting on the foot of the bed, your form standing in between his spread legs. Holding onto his shoulders, you climbed onto his lap.

His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to touch you so bad. His dick was digging into the zipper of his slacks at this point.

“You’re not thinking right.” He whispered when you brushed your lips against the corner of his mouth.

“Please. Won’t you help me, daddy? I need you to take care of me. Make me forget, please.”

Fucking hell.

He took a deep breath before slotting his lips against yours. Your kisses were novice level but you tasted like pure fucking candy. You’ll learn over time.

With one arm wrapped around your back, he flipped your positions, pressing you into the mattress. While he trailed kisses down your neck and across your chest, suckling on your warm flesh, your hands tried to untuck his shirt. You wanted to feel his skin flushed against yours.

“Off, please.”

“Not yet.” He replied, unclasping your bra with expert fingers. “Let me take care of you first.”

With your breast uncovered, the cool air caused your nipples to perk up, enticing the man in between your legs. Nudging a hardened bud with the tip of his nose, he breathed in your scent as he took it into his mouth.

His tongue was a smooth, warm muscle curling around the hardened point. His hand came up to squeeze your other breast, the fat spilling from in between his fingers. Whatever pattern he made with his tongue, he mimicked with his fingers. Pinching and pulling when he nibbled at your nipple.

Little red splotches slowly appeared and your panties were becoming uncomfortable. Most importantly, his lower half was pressing into your cunt, his dick slotting between your folds. When he slightly rocked his hips, you keened.

“Please, want more…need more, Sylus.”

Pulling away from your breast, he kissed you once more before sliding your panties off. He paid no mind as he tossed the piece of fabric somewhere onto the floor. Slotting his hands under the back of your knees, he positioned you with the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed. He was making you present yourself for him.

Your cunt was sticky with need, the patch of curls shining in the light.

Taking you in, he smiled.

“You’re so fucking perfect, sweetie” He could smell your arousal. “And all mine.”

He fell to his knees, his cheek nuzzling the inside of your thigh.

When his tongue first made contact with your soaked slit, you jumped at the sensation. It was a whole new experience. You’re so grateful that your first time would be with him.

First, it was only tongue, then you felt his fingers prodding your untouched hole. You took in a deep breath when he slid one of his fingers inside of you. Pushing yourself onto your elbows, you watched him stare up at you from between your legs.

His eyes roamed over your face, taking in your expression. Your cheeks burned, not from mortification, but from the immense pleasure he was giving you with his tongue and fingers.

With rapt attention, he watched your face as he slipped in another finger. You hid your face against your shoulder, your breath hitting the warmed-up skin.

“That feels good, sweet girl?”

A quiet uh-huh could be heard, your eyes squeezed shut as a feeling in your tummy appeared. It was a warm pressure in your lower abdomen, almost pulsating as it grew and grew.

The upward curl of his fingers with a particular suck on your clit had you crying out. Your thighs were shaking, begging to shut, but his free hand held you open. His fingers alternated from scissoring you open to pressing on a small spongy spot near your womb.

You fell onto your back, your hips moving against his face. One of your hands snuck into his hair, holding him in place as you gyrated your cunt against his tongue. And he let you. He was enjoying seeing this side of you. You were always so put together, never this needy.

“Oh, daddy, something’s-” You gasped out, your toes curling and your grip on his hair tightening.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Just as you were about to burst, he pulled away from you. You couldn’t hold back the mewl that left you. How dare he. You were so close.

“Why’d you stop?” Your pout was adorable.

“Not having your first time cumming not be on my cock.”

The furrow in your brow faded as you watched him undress. As if putting a show on for you, you watched as he unbuttoned his shirt in an agonizingly slow way, letting it slide off his arms as his hands moved to the buckle of his belt. The way he pulled out the smooth leather from belt loops was unfairly attractive.

Removing his last bit of clothes, your eyes widen in surprise. His cock, as beautiful as the rest of him, was imposingly large, thickening towards the base. The mushroom tip was an angry red, the cum that he leaked while he ate you out leaving him shiny.

He closed in on you, his hands hooking under your armpits to pick you up, pulling you towards him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders. When he moved around the bed, you could feel how the head of his dick slapped your ass with each step.

“Needed to have you dripping before I took you, baby.” He settled in the middle of the large bed, you in his lap. Reclining against the fluffy pillows, his hands smoothed up your sides. “I don’t need you hurting yourself as you fuck yourself on my cock.”

Your face burned at his choice of words.

“Normally, I wouldn’t mind being a top. Granted this is your first time, so I’m letting you decide how much you can take.

Spitting into his hand and gathering some of the essence that spilled out of you, earning himself a whine, he wrapped his hand around himself, spreading your musk along his length.

“You wanted me to make you forget and I will, but you need to play your part as well.” He lined himself at your entrance, holding it there for you to take. “Help yourself, sweet girl.”

With one hand at his shoulder and another on his thigh, you lifted yourself onto your knees. As best as you could, you started sliding him inside of you. The mushroom tip popped past your opening with ease. Slowly, you split yourself open on his.

Once Sylus was sure he wouldn’t slip out, he gestured for you to take his hands. With your hands clasped, he said,

“Start rocking your hips, little by little, you’ll start to take in more of me.”

You were such a good listener.

You did as you told, your head falling back as his base started to stretch you out. Eventually, his cock prodded against your cervix.

“S’full, Sy.” With small bounces, you started to move yourself up and down his length. “So big.”

The sound of wet skin meeting echoed throughout the room.

“You’re doing so well.”

His eyes refused to stay locked in one place. His view alternated from your blissed-out face to the recoil of your breasts, down to the space where you were connected. Your puffy lips were spread to accommodate him, offering him a view of the bundle of nerves.

Your juices spilled out of you with each thrust, leaking down his dick and onto his abdomen.

With a shaky breath, you spoke.

“I can’t…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I need you-”

“Want me to help you, sweetie?” He sounds breathless.

Your little heart went soaring.

He was enjoying this. As if his loose jaw and furrowed brows weren’t enough evidence.

“Wanna cum…wanna cum so bad, daddy.”

“Plant your feet on the bed and hold yourself up with my thighs.”

Feeling the muscles flex under your fingers, a keen slipped out as he started fucking into you, his hands grasping the fat of your hips.

You were on full display for him. Your spread legs leave nothing to the imagination. Each time his dick kissed your cervix, little “uh uh uh” spilled out of you. Once he felt your cunt clenching around his cock, he brought a thumb over to your clit, sloppily rubbing circles on it.

With a few more plunges of his cock, he had you squirting against his abs, his seed spilling into you at the sight.

You mewled in embarrassment, hiding your face against your shoulder once more. Accompanied by each buck of your hips, more spurts slipped out of you.

“Oh god. I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-I don’t know how that…why that happened.”

You tried to pull yourself off of him but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he rolled you over, trapping you under his weight.

“Sweetheart, that was so…so fucking hot of you.” He said in between breaths. “I wasn’t planning on letting you go, but after that, they’re going to have to bury me deep in the ground to keep me away.”

Brushing your hair off of your face, he pressed a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself for the first time.

“Did I do good?” You whispered.

“You’re a fucking temptress and you don’t even know it, baby.” He said with a smile, hiding his face against your neck.

‘I’ll never let you go.’ He thought and that was a promise.

Listen. Sometimes I just want to be held like this, okay? 😭

honestly this entire banner is so like. queer club/fetish rave type shit. like forget the roman gladiator theme they were going for, let me see these guys after a night out at a bar or smth at take 2 or 3 of em in a room with me??

like zayne, caleb, & sylus are sooooo group sex material. esp w that dominatrix thing mc has going on 😮‍💨 need to have all of them vying for my attention and making em fight for it. showing one of them special attention just to hear the other two WHINE and beg, just itching for it but no, they gotta stay leashed up and still 😌

god this is actually making me go crazy i need to lie down

— @chaamenos

I need all of them at the same time 😮‍💨 begging for me, fighting each other for the chance to corrupt me

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