Self Indulgence
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Caleb can't stop looking for you in every girl he meets.
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The moment his phone rang, Sylus knew something was wrong. That familiar tune that announces your presence should never call out at this hour. And when he picked it up, pressed the speaker to his ear, and heard you sniffling, his suspicions were confirmed.
He isn't able to get a word in before you're firing off like a machine gun.
"He cheated on me!" you shout. He pities your neighbors. "He fucking-" Something slams on the other end. "Cheated on me! I tell him I'm gonna be working late so I can pick up takeout from that restaurant he likes, and what does he do with that 'extra time'? He calls his side-chick over!"
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- Part 167 of Love and Deepspace Fics
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Sylus holds a wine glass in one hand, holding it to the side as you climb onto his lap. Legs on either side of his, body arched to align with his, face ducked down to stay close to his; you truly are a sight to behold.
"Kiss me," you demand. Your hands trace his jaw, feeling his skin, the warmth underneath it.
He grins softly. It's not quite a smirk, though it holds that same smug amusement. His hand holds your hip respectfully. Fingers tug down the hem of your dress to keep you decent.
"I don't think that's a good idea, sweetie."
Series
- Part 124 of Love and Deepspace Fics
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mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa by silverapricot (tinylethologica)
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
01 Mar 2025
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“You stole my soda, so the least you can do is pay attention to me!”
Oh, he is. In all the wrong ways.
You crowd against him, hands slapping against the counter on both sides of his waist to trap him in, and then you press against him, small and delicate, the top of your head barely reaching to his chest. The tempting swell of your body that’s so different from his, soft and sweet like the bruised skin of a ripe fruit, and he wants to bite.
“Hey. Look at me,” you demand, tugging at his dog tag to bring your face lower, noses almost touching. Breath landing hot on his face, proximity reduced to inches. Close enough for the possibility of mouthing at your cheek, the corner of your lips, beg you to let him inside.
in which caleb accidentally makes you angry, and... profits?
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- Part 2 of in these unholy absolutions
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He pushes the door open fully—and freezes.
His gaze drops—and what he sees knocks the breath from his chest.
You're curled up in the center of the bed, tangled in a messy cocoon of blankets, pillows, and his clothes.
And your skin—glistening, flushed. Lips parted. Breath coming in soft, shallow pants.
Your eyes find his—and they’re hazy. Bleary. But they soften when you see him.
“Caleb…” you whisper, voice barely a thread. “Don’t go.”
He takes a half-step back like he might. Like he should. Like something in him is warning him to leave before he does something unforgivable. But he can’t move. He can only stare.
She’s in heat.
And she made her nest out of my clothes.
My scent.“Pips,” he breathes. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve—I don’t know, I could’ve left, or—”
“You would’ve left?” your voice cracks, raw and low. “I didn’t want you to go.”
Caleb grips the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
“I just… I don’t know what to do. I’m not—” he laughs, bitter and dry, “—I’m not built for this, okay? I’m just a Beta. I’m not supposed to...”
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OR: Will Caleb indulge his meimei's heat despite being a beta?
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- Part 1 of Hunger and Haven