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just got Zayne's beach banner card!!

while looking at the rewards, I realised just how freaking big Sylus is in contrast with all the other guys, like, he's literally that meme with the dude who has huge shoulders and the little one who is like blonde (I hope you get the picture)

that did make him even more attractive than usual tho

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El hombre que yo amo

Summary: Just a few reasons on why Husband! Caleb is just the loveliest.

Content: Married! Caleb + Reader; SFW content

Note: I promise I will keep writing all the drafts I'm still doing but I just got so inspired by this song (most Spanish speakers will probably know it? I think)

Husband! Caleb who becomes even more charming after getting married to you. You were already quite aware of just how good of a partner Caleb was, but after the two of you got married, it feels as if his already lovely behaviour only improved.

Husband! Caleb who makes sure to give you a kiss before leaving. He always leave the house before you, looking at your furrowed brows while you dream about God knows what. He spends a few extra minutes there, caressing your cheek with his warm hands, moving your hair to the side of your face just so he can appreaciate your face. He leaves a soft kiss on your temple, his eyes full of love as he tries to force himself to leave your side.

Husband! Caleb who twirls you as soon as he's finally back to you. He knows just how flushed you get when he does that, but how could he stop himself from doing it? After all, he had spent each single second he was free thinking about you, reminiscing about the way the side of your eyes create small wrinkles when you smile at him, the way your lips curve into a smile each time he teases you, how your eyebrows furrow when you start to get angry at him for it... So it's only natural for him to feel the urge to lift you, his strong arms suddenly wrapping around you, lifting you with ease as he smiles when he sees your expression turning into one of embarrasment. You start to hit his chest, trying to get him to lower you because every single person around you is fixed on the two of you, but he simply laughs, finally lowering you and planting a single kiss on your forehead.

Husband! Caleb who makes sure to let you know just how devoted he's to you. From kissing you each time he has a chance, to whispering soft praises and sweet words, even helping you when something around the house needs some repair, he's the man for you. He's always there for you, almost as if he's waiting patiently for you to call his name, his eyes glistening as soon as he hears your voice calling for him. This devotion also includes him buying something for each single month celebration, paying no attention to how you tried to tell him that he really didn't have to, after all, it had been quite a few years since the two of you had started dating, so you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed about it. Still, he appeared each single month a few minutes before you get off work, his hands holding a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers as he smiles warmly just as he has always done. After that, he makes sure to prepare a few activities that the two of you have always loved, whether it is going to that old yet comfortable restaurant, to visiting that specific location within the city that allowed the two of you to rest as you held hands on a bench.

Husband! Caleb who is always patient with you. Despite your marriage is a happy one, it is quite clear that it's almost impossible for a couple to never fight, even if they are petty fights, which of course had you prepared for times in which your partner could act in a more aggressive way. Well, not Caleb. Even when the fight becomes a bit stronger, his body language remains the same, his arms stay resting on his legs, his eyes fixated on your face, looking at you with those sad puppy eyes, honey dripping from his eyes even when you're fumming from God knows what reason. You can bet that as long as you allow him, he will come running to you, his big hands caressing yours as he leads them to his lips, leaving soft kisses all over them as he tries to get you to take a deep breath, letting you rest for as long as you need to before trying to talk about the discussion.

Husband! Caleb who loves being close to you. He just loves feeling you close to him, regardless of how hot it may be, he just loves interlocking his fingers with you while you walk around town. Then, at night, he has you wrapped around his arms, your face buried on his chest as his heartbeat makes you slowly fall asleep, while other times he has you on top of him, his lips still curved upwards as he falls asleep with your breath hitting against his ear. Of course, when the scorching summer arrives, he is basically forced to let you go, his pinkie finger interlocked around yours as a way to keep you close to him.

How are you supposed to not fall even more in love with him?

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Maybe Cupid won't miss?...

Summary: Or an AU in which Caleb isn't nowhere close to you.

Content: Non proof-reader; Stalker + Obsessed + Unstable! Caleb + Sneaking inside your house + Suggestive content

Note: PLEASE beware of the content, I just wanted to write more creepy content cause I always love some crazy scenario with my fav boy... Tho I don't want to give him a really bad image cause I know Caleb would never really act this way. I have so many works half done but I get so lazy if I don't finish it the same day I start it... As a question, does anyone use spacehey? I do use it but it's not like I have a lot of friends there... Let me know if I forgot any content warning!

Alternate! Caleb who never met you. I mean, he has been seeing you from far away, his purple eyes always following you each time he saw your pretty face. He keeps creating different scenarios in which he's able to get close to you, maybe talking to you while you wait for your food, perhaps making a silly joke in the middle of class just to get you to laugh at his jokes... Gosh he just knows so many ways in which he could get you to notice him! Expect he's a coward and his whole body starts to shake just from being close to you.

Alternate! Caleb who begins to grow a bit too fond of you. He knows it's a bit weird that he keeps following you around town, after all, he hasn't been able to introduce himself to you, but hey, everyone is free to do what they want as long as they don't really hurt anyone, right? Yes, it may be a bit creepy that he follows you a few streets away, constantly following you even when you go out with your dear friends, making sure to write just what places do you love going for when he asks you on a date (even if he will never really do it). This also includes silly little habits such as taking all the things you throw away, it may be a flavourless bubblegum or a completely eaten apple, but each of these things were part of you, how could he not love them?

Alternate! Caleb who starts to become possessive. He knows he should know better than to feel that way, after all, it's not like you really know him... But it's so hard not to break the pencil he's using when he sees some random person getting too close to you! How do they dare to touch your hair? Why do they keep orbitating around you every single day? Don't they have anything better to do with their pathetic life? Still, he tries to calm himself down, after all, he knows that you're just too shy to approach him! He knows you're just playing safe, leaving small hints that prove just how much you love him. The apple that you ate is his favourite type! Surely that was one clue. Then, it was also that new cute hairpin that you bought, the one that had a little apple... In fact, he's well aware of just aware you are of his tastes, how did you know he was watching that new series? Aw, he can feel his stomach filled with butterflies, after all, his feelings ARE reciprocated by you!

Alternate! Caleb who ends up making a slight mistake. Who could blame him? He finally got to talk to you, asking you on a date so the two of you could finally visit all the places you loved so much, and you had the nerve to give him an unclear answer? He's sure you were just fidgety because of just how much you love him, surely it had nothing to do with the fact that he had forgotten to hide some of the cute little trinkets he had taken from you since he had started to fall in love with you! He knows it's bad manners to grab a sweet lady such as yourself by the wrists, but he's just so excited! He's finally able to really appreciate your frames, seeing your beautiful pupils dilated pupils just proved him that you felt nothing but love for him! He's sure of it... You're just too shy to prove it to him.

Alternate! Caleb who finds a new hobbie. After punishing himself for messing up on your first interaction, he spends a few weeks at home, trying to come up with better ways on getting close to you to prove the fact that the two of you are a match made in Heaven. It had been almost a whole month since that poorly-planned encounter had happened, and the withdrawals of not seeing you were truly taking a toll in him. With his mind still running in circles, he decided to cross the line, carefully entering your bedroom while you slept, he was so lucky that you were such a heavy sleeper! He entered the room, his whole face as bright as a tomato as he saw you slumped on your bed, your t-shirt slightly lifted from tossing and turning all night. Gosh, he could already feel the blood rushing towards his lower half, but he refrained from doing anything, he could wait for when you finally realised your own feelings towards him! He traced his fingertips through your whole face, trying his best to record your features in his mind as if he didn't have multiple photos of different angles of your face. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes, caressing your soft skin while he kept imagining your smile when you saw him there... After around half an hour, he finally left, startled by your breathing starting to get heavier.

For the next two days, he couldn't help but keep on reminiscing about it, your chest falling up and down, your face completely relaxed, your tummy sticking out from under your t-shirt... He may or may not have used it for something more than drawing, just saying... It's on the third day that he decides to do it again, he keeps repeating in his mind that this won't become a habit, that he can stop whenever he wants to! This is just to prepare his heart, he says.

Let's just say that you no longer have to fear that someone steals or tries to sneak inside your house.

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No Running Now pt. 1

Summary: Acting all bratty does have consequences, even for someone as cute as yourself, sadly.

Content: Brat tamer! Caleb + Teasing! Reader; Size difference + Face fucking + Throatpie + Mean! Dom + (Praise kink + Degrading kink); Non proof-reader

Note: I was planning on joining AO3 for the first time ever but it turns out it has a waitlist... I had no idea :(( I was getting so excited already, like planning a new username and everything... I will continue with the requests little by little! Something I find interesting about my requests is the fact that despite I write mainly NSFW stuff, most of my requests are actually SFW! Not complaining, I just found it so interesting! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ I come here with a recommendation for a new manhwa: "How About Cosmic Horror?" It's a new manhwa so it has like 9 chapters if I'm not mistaken but I enjoyed it, the plot is so interesting and it gave me a few ideas for future works!! Can you all tell that I love a certain trope? I hope so! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

You had chosen to spend the whole day pestering Caleb, how, you may ask.

Of course it was by running your hands around his croch, your hands ghosting that area as if it was completely natural, constantly giving him excuses about how he had stained himself with something, your warm hand pressing on that area and rubbing against it as if he truly had a stain there. Other times, you said that you had dropped something close to him, using his leg to help get yourself off the ground even when he had kindly offered to get it for you, according to you, this was merely because you didn't want to disturb him while he worked on reviewing some papers, but of course Caleb had noticed the way you kept gliding your hands around his cock, with him biting his lips as he cursed inside his brain. Oh, you were so gonna get it as soon as the two of you were alone...

Unluckily for you, the day finally reached the end, allowing the two of you to finally return home, your mind already running in circles trying to come up with what excuses could you create just to avoid whatever Caleb had in mind. Not like you had much time before Caleb grabbed you by your wrist, not losing any time before guiding you towards your bedroom, closing the door behind him and giving you a wicked smile as you heard the click of the door closing. "I'm so glad you had your fun, pips, surely you must have been laughing soooo much each time you noticed my pants getting so tight each time you circled your pretty hands around there, right baby?" You swallowed hard, trying to think of the best excuse ever created just to get away with your little prank. "Oh, come on Caleb, I... I already told you, there were just a lot of crumbles that kind of looked like stains, plus, my hands seem to be made of butter today, you know? Things... Things kept falling off my hands, yeah? I just... Just didn't want you to bother, you were soooo busy today!" You hadn't noticed before, but by the time you had finished blabbering some poor excuses, your back was completely pressed against the wall, Caleb's taller frame making you play with your hands as you tried to avoid his gaze.

"Oh... That sounds so difficult, pips, how about I help you getting a better grip with your hands? Promise you won't ever go around dropping your stuff." Caleb's eyes were now darker than unusual, his slightly cold hands making you shiver as you got ready for whatever was going inside his mind.

Before long, you were already completely cornered against the wall, Caleb's cock bullying your throat each time he forced his whole lenght inside your mouth, both of his hands holding your head while one of them was set on the back of your head, hips moving rapidly while he avoided hitting your head against the hard wall. "You... Just had to keep on teasing me, uh?... Had to keep running your hands around my cock, you just loved seeing my... Fuck... My face turning red each time my dick started to get hard... Guess you just needed me to fuck some sense into your pretty brain, right? Need someone bigger and older to teach you how to behave in public... Right, pretty baby?" Caleb got away for a second, his whole length leaving your mouth, with only the tip of his cock caressing your swollen lips, making them all shiny due to the mixture of precum and saliva. "How about I teach you some manners? What are you supposed to say now?" You tried to get your gaze to focus, vision still a bit foggy due to the tears that had formed in your eyes. "Ple...Please give me your... your dick." Caleb smiled warmly, his left hand petting your hair with extreme love before shoving his whole cock inside your mouth, his tip bruising against the back of your throat as he used his hands to keep your head in place, both of his hands still caressing your hair as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

"So good baby... I'm so close, make sure to open wide so you can get every last drop... Wouldn't want you to have milk my cock again with your pretty mouth, right?... Ugh... Just like that, you're doing so good for me-- Here comes, open wide baby~" Your throat was suddenly filled with heavy, slightly salted ropes of cum, the sudden release making you almost gag as you tried your best to drink every single drop of Caleb's release, his cock slowly leaving your mouth while releasing more of it on your tongue. "Open wide, pips, show me how good you did for me~..." And you did just as he asked, opening your mouth and showing your empty mouth, his chest being filled with a strange mixture of proudness and something quite more twisted.

Surely you had learnt your lesson with this, right?

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I was finally sble to download Honkai Star Rail on my old pc and it turns out I (obviously) missed Phainon's banner, I'm about to freaking throw myself out the window.........

HE REMINDS ME SO SO MUCH OF MY BABY CALEB, I'm crying rn (not like literally)... I have to get into the actual lore cause that's just my first impression tho

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☆. TELLING HIM THAT HE’S “SMALL” !

paring: phainon, mydei, aventurine, dr. ratio, jingyuan x fem!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), breeding kink, reverse cowgirl, mate pressing, spanking, multiple of rounds, darcyphilia, virginity loss, blow-job, face sitting (?), fingering, tummy bulge, making it fit, sloppy sêx, aftercare (?), rough sêx, dubcon elements (?), dumbifiction, headlocks and petnames.

sum : You told him he was small. He showed you otherwise. Suddenly, you didn’t mind taking every inch. MDNI 18+ ONLY.

note : not proof-read as usual.

★ PHAINON :

You thought teasing him would be fun. A quiet little smirk and that sweet whisper —

“Bet you’re not even that big.”

God, the way he looked at you. Not angry. Not offended. Just… amused. Like a priest staring down a blasphemer before the altar.

Now?

Now your legs are trembling, pushed wide open, and you’re struggling to even blink. Phainon’s fingers are deep inside you — slow, deliberate, two of them hooked just right, pressing into the spot that’s got your mouth open and your brain melting.

“Small?” he murmurs, voice like velvet-wrapped gold. “And yet… you’re drooling all over my fingers. Can’t even hold yourself up.”

You want to talk. You can’t.

Every curl of his fingers pulls a moan from you like a prayer. He’s whispering again, lips brushing your ear.

“Nothing to say now? Hm? So quiet. So wet. Should I keep going until you forget your name?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it.

Your hips are grinding up against his palm now, chasing that edge he keeps pulling away from. Every time it builds, he slows down. Holds you there. Makes you feel it. The ache, the pressure, the bliss that never quite breaks. It’s maddening.

“You’re just being prepared,” he says gently, almost reverent, like this is sacred.

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing. But by the time I do put it in, you’ll be so far gone you won’t even remember calling me small.”

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing,” he purrs again, brushing his fingers from your soaked hole to the base of his cock. It’s heavy, flushed, leaking against your thigh now. Thick. Long. You didn’t even look at it properly—too far gone to notice while he was playing you open like a divine instrument.

“But now?” His hand wraps around the base, stroking once, slow. You see it now. And oh—he’s huge. It’s veiny, flushed deep pink at the tip, curved just enough to hit everything he was already teasing with his fingers. “Now you’re ready.”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a soft gasp and a nod that feels more like begging.

He moves between your legs, pushing them wider—wider—until you feel stretched out and helpless under him, like an offering. And he leans forward, pressing his cockhead against your entrance. It doesn’t even go in at first. He just grinds there. Spreads you open with slow circles, letting you feel the weight of it, the heat, the stretch that’s coming.

You choke on a sound. “Pha—Phainon—”

“Shhh,” he whispers, and he smiles. Soft. Like he’s about to baptize you in holy fire. “It’ll fit.”

He pushes in slow. Painfully slow. Not because he’s teasing, but because you physically can’t take it all at once. Your cunt clenches around the thick head, already trembling as he sinks in inch by inch, pulling a broken moan out of you each time your walls stretch around him.

You try to breathe. You can’t. His hand comes to your stomach—

—and when he’s halfway in, you see it.

“Look,” he breathes, pressing gently to the bulge forming just below your bellybutton. “That’s me.”

Your eyes roll back. “T-too big—”

“It fits,” he says again, firm this time. “You’re mine. I will fit.”

And with a slow, final push, he bottoms out.

You scream.

The stretch, the pressure, the feeling of him filling you completely—it’s too much. Too perfect. Your body tightens around him like it’s never going to let go. Like you were meant to take this cock. To take his.

He doesn’t move right away. Just stays there, buried inside you, cock twitching, eyes fixed on your face and the outline in your stomach.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to take all of it. Again. And again. Until I’m sure it takes.”

And then he moves.

Slow at first—long, deep strokes that drag against every sweet, ruined part of you. You’re already sensitive, overfucked from his fingers, but now? Now it’s bliss. Sacred. Your hips jerk every time he bottoms out. The bulge grows and disappears, over and over, with every thrust.

“Feel that?” he whispers, dragging his lips over your jaw. “That’s what happens when you insult something divine. Now you’re going to feel it in your stomach every time you breathe.”

Your legs are shaking. You’re moaning without meaning to, drooling, tears slipping down your cheeks—not from pain. From how good it is. How full.

He starts moving faster, his rhythm breaking, and his hand goes to your thigh, holding you down as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Where are you going?” he growls, low and possessive now. “You asked for this.”

And then it hits. He slams in deep, grinds, and your vision whites out—back arching as you cum hard, squeezing around him, sobbing from the force of it. But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets rougher. Harsher. His breath ragged, his grip bruising.

He’s close.

And you know it.

“I’m going to fill you,” he grits out. “So full you’ll feel it dripping for days. You’ll smell like me.”

You whimper something incoherent, but your hips rock up to meet his thrusts. You want it. You need it. The sacred burn of him claiming every inch.

“I’ll breed you until your body forgets every cock before me. Until it only remembers mine.”

The moment it happens, he growls your name, slams in deep one last time—and stays there.

You feel the heat first. Then the stretch. Then the rush of cum flooding you.

He doesn’t pull out.

Not even a little.

He just groans, low and broken, pressing his forehead to yours as he pumps every last drop inside.

And your stomach swells just slightly more with the warmth.

You don’t know how long it’s been.

The room feels warm. Your body? Weak, trembling, leaking. You’re still stretched open around him, thighs twitching, mouth parted with soft gasps. His cum is still inside you—hot, heavy, pooling deep in your cunt, trickling down your inner thighs with every shift of your hips.

You should be done.

Any normal man would’ve pulled out, cleaned you up, let you come down from the high.

But Phainon? He never even left your body.

He’s still there.

Still inside.

Still hard.

And he’s watching you—blue eyes narrowing, one palm gently resting on the bulge in your stomach.

“You’re full,” he murmurs, brushing your sticky hair off your forehead. “But you’re not bred yet.”

You try to speak. You can’t. Your jaw slackens as he pulls back just slightly, just enough for your raw, fluttering walls to feel the drag of him.

And then—

He thrusts back in.

Hard.

You scream.

It’s not pain. It’s not even pleasure. It’s too much. Your body jerks, overwhelmed, the thick mess of cum inside you squelching as he slams back into your already-spoiled cunt. You cry out again, eyes wide and watery.

“Pha—Phainon, I—can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is calm, but low. Tight with restraint. “You’re made for this. I just have to remind you.”

His hips roll again, slow at first, but deeper. Hungrier. Every stroke pushes against that oversensitive spot inside, and with the way you’re already so full—so stretched—it feels like he’s everywhere at once. Your body tries to squirm away, but he pins your hips down with one hand and holds your thigh up with the other.

“You can take it,” he breathes. “You will take it. You said I was small, remember?”

His cock slams deep, knocking the air from your lungs. He starts rutting now—thrusts rhythmic, brutal, divine—every inch pounding up into your heat like a promise. The bulge in your stomach pulses with every push, getting more visible. He presses it as he fucks into you, and you sob.

“Look at this,” he whispers. “Look what I’m doing to you. That’s my cock inside your womb, my girl. Claiming every inch. You feel it?”

You nod. You don’t even mean to, but you’re nodding like a broken thing, tears down your cheeks, gasping his name over and over like a prayer.

Phainon groans—finally slipping. His breath hitches, rhythm growing faster, more desperate.

“I’ll fuck you stupid,” he growls. “Fill you until it’s leaking down your thighs for days. Until your stomach stays round even when I pull out.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He ravages you now. Your pussy is fluttering, clenching, spasming around him, soaking his cock with slick and leftover cum—and he fucks you through it. Like he’s not just fucking you, but teaching your body a lesson.

You cum again. You don’t even realize it until your vision goes white, and your body locks up, and your voice breaks into moans that don’t even sound human anymore. You’re shaking, body arching, drool on your lip—and he still doesn’t stop.

“You love it,” he says into your skin, his lips hot against your temple. “You love being ruined like this. You’ll remember this every time you try to walk.”

You’re crying. Whimpering. Nodding.

And then—his thrusts get sloppier.

You feel him swell.

You know it’s coming.

And he grips your hips and slams in—deep, to the hilt—and holds you there as he spills inside again.

This time? It’s worse.

There’s so much. You can feel it—thick, hot, and endless, rushing in and filling you again like your body was empty. Your belly feels heavier. Rounder. The bulge pulses with warmth as he unloads for the second time.

You can’t even make a sound. Just wide eyes and soft, shattered moans.

He stays there, cock buried inside, twitching, body trembling.

You’re limp. Your thighs are soaked. Your belly’s full. His seed’s dripping down your ass in thick, creamy strings—but he’s still there. Still holding you like something sacred and fragile.

And he leans down, kisses your lips gently, and whispers:

“Still think I’m small?”

You’re too ruined to answer.

But the mess between your legs answers for you.

★ MYDEIMOS :

“You’re small.”

You say it soft. Real soft. Barely a whisper in his ear while you lie under him, half-smirking. You think you’re being cute. Teasing. Stirring that man into a scoff.

But what you get isn’t a scoff or a groan

It’s silence.

Mydei just looks at you—no expression, just heat—and the next second?

He’s on you.

You’re grabbed, flipped, thrown down, and spread open in seconds—legs pinned back to your chest, his thick arms caging you in. You barely get a breath before he’s lining his cock up to your dripping pussy and slams it in.

No warning. No build-up. Just the wet, brutal sound of your cunt getting split open around cock that doesn’t fit but forces its way in anyway.

You scream.

It’s not pain—it’s your pussy trying to figure out how to swallow something that fucking thick. Your lips stretch wide, your walls clench down like they’re confused, stuffed past their limit, already leaking and sucking him in like they know who’s boss now.

He leans in close—chest pressed flat to yours, his full body on you. You can’t move. Can’t breathe. You’re folded up under him like you’re nothing but a fleshlight with a heartbeat, pinned so tight your legs tremble and twitch beside his ribs.

His cock’s balls deep inside.

His stomach presses down on yours.

You look down and see the shape of it—see the thick bulge of his cock pushing up against your belly like he’s trying to break through it.

“Small?” he finally grunts, voice rough in your ear. “You feel that, baby? That’s my dick rearranging your insides.”

And then he starts thrusting into your already wet cunt.

The sound of skin smacking skin gets wetter every second, your pussy making those filthy, squelching noises with every bounce of his hips, juices spilling out everywhere, dripping off your ass and soaking the sheets.

You’re gasping. Whining. Eyes rolling back. You try to say something, maybe beg, maybe moan—but he just grabs your throat and slams in deeper.

You can’t move. You’re folded. Flattened under him. His thick body covers you, keeps you down, presses his weight into you like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark inside your guts.

He spits in your mouth.

“You wanna say that again?” he growls, snapping his hips. “Call me small now.”

You can’t. You’re just moaning, mouth open, drooling on yourself while your pussy flutters and twitches around his cock, slick and swollen from the constant stretch.

“God, you sound stupid,” he groans. “You are stupid now, huh? Just a dumb little hole to fuck. Nothin’ goin’ on in that brain except how deep this cock is.”

And it’s true.

You’re quiet. Brain blank. All you know is the drag and shove of that thick cock inside you, bruising your cunt, flattening your womb. You’re leaking all over his balls, slick sticking to his thighs, his dick punching your guts over and over.

He sits back—brings you with him—doesn’t pull out.

Now you’re in his lap, straddling him, but still bent back, your pussy still spread open, still stuffed with cock. He’s bouncing you now—your ass smacking down on his thighs, tits bouncing, cunt slapping messy around him with every brutal thrust.

You’re just moaning.

“My fuckin’ girl,” he pants. “You were made for this. Made to take all this cock. Gonna breed you right. Knock the last of your thoughts out with my load.”

Your tummy bulges again as he lifts you and slams you down harder.

He wraps one thick arm around your neck—tight headlock—and fucks you through it.

“Say it again,” he hisses in your ear. “Say I’m small while your pussy’s creaming on me like a bitch in heat.”

But you can’t speak. You’re gone.

You’re drooling, eyes crossed, pussy fluttering tight around his dick, holding him in like you’re scared he’ll pull out. You’re gushing—cum and slick squirting out around his cock, dripping mess all over the floor.

He moans. And he breaks.

He grabs your hips, slams you down to the base, and stays there—deep, buried, locked in place.

You feel his cock twitch.

Thick. Heavy. Flooding your cunt, stretching you with cum. You feel it pump into you in hot, heavy spurts, overflowing inside, leaking down your thighs. Your belly gets heavier with it. You swear your pussy’s too full to take more but he doesn’t stop—he keeps grinding.

You’re folded in his lap now, cock still buried so deep it feels like it’s in your throat, cum dripping down between your cheeks in fat, warm globs—and Mydei leans down and brushes your hair from your face like he didn’t just fuck you stupid.

He smirks, nuzzles your flushed cheek.

“Well?” he murmurs, hips slowly rolling again, so slow, just enough to make you feel every inch of him dragging against your raw, sensitive walls. “Still think I’m small?”

You whimper.

That’s all you can manage. Your voice is gone, fucked out of your throat. Your legs won’t stop shaking. Your pussy’s twitching around him like it’s begging for more even though it’s so overstretched, puffy and red from being used.

He hums.

“Didn’t think so.”

And then he kisses you.

Soft. Deep. One hand cupping the back of your head while his tongue lazily rolls against yours. His cock stays buried inside—warm, pulsing—but he’s not fucking you now. Not yet. He’s just holding you there, like he’s soaking in the mess he made.

You blink at him slowly, dazed, drooling, skin slick with sweat.

“Mydei…” you whine.

That’s it. Just his name. Barely even that.

He smiles.

Kisses you again. Starts rocking his hips in that gentle, sweet rhythm—like he’s in love with the way your pussy squeezes him, like he could spend all night just watching you fall apart again under him, all flushed and sore and needy.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmurs against your lips. “Can feel this little hole begging for it. She’s so greedy, baby.”

You nod. Eyes glassy.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

He shifts—pulls out halfway, then slides back in slow, cock thick and veiny and still leaking cum. You moan. Loud. Body arching, hips rolling up to meet him like your pussy’s chasing him.

He watches your face. Watches your expression twist and tremble while he fucks you slow—tender, now, but deep. Deep enough to make your stomach bulge again. Deep enough to make your toes curl.

You look down and whine.

“Look at her,” he growls softly. “Still stretched open. Still dripping for me. You’re so fucking full, baby…”

He slides his hand down between your bodies—presses gently on your lower belly.

You squeal.

Because you feel it—his cock pressing from the inside, bulging your stomach, thick and firm. His thumb rubs circles there while his hips start rolling deeper again, gentle but intentional, grinding into the soft spot inside you like he knows exactly where to touch.

And of course he does.

He’s Mydei.

Your big, mean man. Who just turned into your soft, obsessed husband the second he dumped a load in you.

“Still got room in there,” he murmurs. “Don’t lie, I can feel it. Gonna fill you up again, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine again and again ‘til it’s dripping out of your belly button.”

You’re babbling now.

Begging. Sobbing.

Tears well up as the overstimulation kicks in—but it’s good. It’s so good. He’s so sweet with it, kissing your face, stroking your sides, murmuring filth right into your ear like it’s a love confession.

“You’re everything,” he says. “You hear me? . My pretty girl. I’d fuck you every hour of every day if I could. You were made to take this cock.”

You clench.

He groans.

He cums again.

Slower this time, but hotter somehow—he moans into your mouth, deep and low, hips locked against you as his cock throbs and spills another load inside you, thick and lazy and so much. You feel it pushing everything else out, dripping down your thighs again.

He doesn’t move. Just holds you there, cock deep, cum inside, lips on yours.

“Still small?” he whispers again.

You shake your head, dazed and full.

“No…”

His smirk is feral.

“Didn’t think so.”

★ AVENTURINE :

You’re smirking. Shouldn’t be, but you are.

He’s got you cornered, back against the sleek marble wall of your suite, his tie undone and sleeves rolled, chest warm against yours. One hand rests on the small of your back, the other gripping your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his like you’ve just handed him a challenge on a silver platter.

“Repeat it,” he says softly. Too softly. That smile on his face isn’t a smile , it’s a loaded weapon.

You raise your brows like you’re innocent. You’re not. You know exactly what you said.

“I said,” you purr, playing with the buttons on his shirt like you don’t feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest, “you’re a bit… small.”

There it is. That twitch in his jaw. That flash in his violet eyes like you just poked a sleeping god awake.

He laughs, low and rich, like you just handed him a glass of vintage wine and dared him to break it over your head.

“Small,” he echoes, tilting your face up further. “Interesting.”

You try to act bored. You’re so full of shit.

“Not small small,” you add with a shrug. “Just… not as big as you pretend to be.”

Silence.

Then his lips press against yours — hard. His tongue slides past your lips like he owns them, teeth catching your bottom lip in a cruel, teasing bite before he pulls back just enough to speak again.

“You’re gonna eat those words,” he murmurs, hot against your mouth. “Every single one.”

He takes his time getting you on the bed. Doesn’t throw you down—no, that’d be too easy. He leads you there, fingers on your chin, your throat, your wrist. Every step is deliberate. He pulls you into his lap, clothes still half-on, thighs spread, cock already hard under the slacks he hasn’t even taken off.

“Come on then,” he says, loosening his belt. “Climb on. Since you’re so confident.”

You crawl into his lap like the brat you are — like you’re still in control — grinding slow against the thick outline of his cock as you straddle him, smug smirk still on your face.

“Gonna prove me wrong, little man?” you whisper, voice sugar-sweet.

That earns you a slap.

Not on your face—no, Aventurine’s too elegant for that—but on your ass. Hard. Your body jerks forward, chest colliding with his, a sharp gasp punched from your throat.

“Wrong?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Oh darling. I’m gonna ruin you so thoroughly, you’ll beg me to be smaller.”

He grabs your waist and flips you around, pulling you back into his lap so you’re facing away from him now, knees spread, his cock sliding free from his slacks and standing proud between your thighs.

You glance down and blink. …Oh. Okay. Maybe he’s not small. Maybe he’s the opposite of small. Maybe you’re very stupid.

Before you can recover, he spits into his palm and strokes himself once—twice— then presses the head against your entrance, one hand gripping your waist and the other trailing slowly, so slowly, down your front.

“Go on,” he whispers against your neck. “Show me how small it feels.”

You sink down.

Your mouth falls open. No words. Just a gasp—long, high, desperate, as his cock stretches you open, thick and hot, filling every inch with a pressure that borders on unbearable.

“Mm?” he purrs, hands gripping your hips as you struggle to take him. “Not speaking now? I thought you were feeling brave tonight.”

You whimper. He laughs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, sliding in deeper until your thighs are shaking. “This is barely halfway.”

You try to lift yourself off—you try—but he yanks you right back down with a smack to your ass, his cock punching so deep inside you your belly bulges just slightly, perfect and obscene.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over the spot. “That little bump? That’s me. That’s how ‘small’ I am, hm?”

You’re shaking now. Gasping, drooling, grinding down on him with needy little movements you can’t even pretend are confident anymore.

He drags his lips along your shoulder, bites lightly at your neck, and then thrusts upward. Just once. Deep. Hard.

You sob.

“What was that?” he says sweetly. “Sounded like you were gonna apologize.”

You try—you try so hard—but all that comes out is a pathetic, broken moan.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, voice full of velvet cruelty. “You don’t get to apologize yet.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so you’re arching beautifully in his lap, cock still snug and deep inside you. His other hand? Slipping down your front, fingers rubbing right over where you’re throbbing, making you jolt.

“You don’t apologize,” he hisses, “until your knees give out. Until you’re sobbing on my cock.”

You whimper again.

He slaps your thigh—once, twice—then grips your hips and starts fucking up into you, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. Harder. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with your messy, choked cries and his deep, smug groans.

“You said I was small,” he pants, cock ramming into that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “Say it again.”

“N-no—”

“Say it.”

You try, you do—but all you can say is his name, over and over, like a prayer, like a surrender.

He laughs. Moans. Slaps your ass again and watches the ripple with admiration.

“Not so mouthy now, huh?” he says against your neck. “But don’t worry. You’ll get your words back.”

He pulls out, flips you around, and shoves you down to your knees.

His cock is flushed, slick and throbbing, still twitching from the tight heat of your cunt, and he grips it at the base with one hand while guiding your face forward with the other.

“Put that smart little mouth to work,” he growls. “Since you seem to like talking shit.”

You suck him in with shaking hands, lips stretched wide, eyes glassy. He watches you —loves watching you—as you gag and drool around him, your body still trembling from the wreckage he left in his wake.

“Mm, that’s it,” he groans, thrusting slow into your mouth. “Choke on it, baby. Just like you choked on your pride.”

You blink up at him—ruined, teary-eyed, mascara smudged, thighs shaking from being fucked half senseless—and he smiles down at you like the devil himself.

“Still think I’m small?” he whispers.

You shake your head.

“Mmm. Thought so.”

★ DR. RATIO :

You really thought you were funny.

Laid back against the library table, your skirt barely hiding the subtle shift of your thighs, you looked at him with that smug, syrupy smile. With a little shrug, you said it clearly,

“You don’t seem like much, Doctor. Bet you’d barely reach.”

The air went suddenly colder.

He didn’t even blink. Instead, he stared at you like you’d just insulted his entire intellect or knocked over his carefully brewed tea. His fingers twitched near his belt, then the sharp clack of his book closing echoed like a gunshot. He stood up.

“Is that so?” His voice was low, dry, and uninterested. That dangerous, mean little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth — not amused, not flirtatious, just a condescending twist that made your stomach knot.

“Well. Let’s test your hypothesis, shall we?”

You should have run. But no. You bit your lip and smirked like the brat you were.

That was your first mistake.

He didn’t say a word as he reached out and flipped you over the desk like you weighed nothing, settling you down flat.

“Still think I’m small?” he gritted, voice low and sharp as his hips ground down hard against you. Your mouth fell open, no witty comeback ready — just the sharp, helpless squeal that escaped when you felt every inch of him.

He was not small. Far from it. He was massive, pressing into you relentlessly, while piles of research scattered beneath you like forgotten papers.

Your cheek stuck to parchment. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you still, while the other landed on your ass with a resounding smack that made the desk creak beneath you.

“Use your words, test subject.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, irritated and turned on. “You wanted a measurement, didn’t you? Want me to push deeper?”

You whimpered, your legs trembling. That wasn’t enough for him. His hand smacked your ass again, harder this time, then grabbed and spread you wider without shame. He watched you — how your body folded and shivered under his weight — your belly visibly bulging each time he thrust deep, as if your insides were made just for him.

“You’ll take it. That’s what happens when you provoke a man smarter than you.”

It was filthy. Your legs shook uncontrollably, thighs wobbling under the pressure, but he didn’t relent. His body was big, lean but solid — every breath sharp, every growl low and frustrated in your ear. He was not romantic. He was not gentle. He was merciless.

“You’re so full it’s pathetic,” he hissed, grinding his hips harder. “Still think I’m small? Look down. Look at what I’m doing to that belly.”

You did.

You shouldn’t have.

A big, round lump pushed out against your stomach, his cock deep enough to mark you completely.

“You’re drooling,” he sneered. “Still think I’m small?”

You couldn’t answer. You were gasping, nails scraping at the wood as he locked his arms tight around your waist — not letting you escape, not letting you think — mate pressing you until your toes curled and your moans came ragged and raw.

“Say you’re sorry.”

You didn’t.

So he spanked you again, harder this time, then slammed into you deeper until the wet squelching of your cunt echoed through the silent study.

You choked out something broken and breathless. He didn’t care.

“I’ll breed the arrogance out of you,” Ratio muttered under his breath, like your whining was just another tedious experiment. “Let’s see if a few loads fix your attitude.”

He gripped your waist tighter, his breath hot against your ear as his hips pressed deep and unrelenting. Every thrust carved into you, making that heavy bulge in your belly push out more, like you were stretched perfectly around him—no chance to hide it, no mercy given.

His hand found your ass again, slapping it hard, fingers kneading and holding you in place. “You think you’re so clever, talking shit. But look at you now—mine. All wrapped around me, dripping and desperate.”

Your breath hitched, body trembling as he kept pounding into you, the sound of your slick wetness mixing with the harsh smacks filling the quiet room.

“Say it,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Say you’re mine.”

Your voice broke, trembling out, “I’m yours.”

His grin was cruel and satisfied as he pulled you flush against him, mate pressing with all his weight, making sure you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. The fullness inside you stretched tighter, and he whispered, “You’re so full. Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You whimpered, head thrown back, utterly undone.

With a sharp slap to your ass, he pulled out just enough so you could feel the thick length twitching, then slammed back inside, his pace rougher, more demanding.

“I’m gonna breed that stubbornness right out of you,” he breathed, voice dark and possessed. “You’ll remember this every damn time you think you can test me.”

Your walls clenched hard around him, moans slipping free as he kept driving you into the desk, holding you down like you were his prize.

“Beg for it,” he said, dragging his hand up to grip your hair, tilting your face so you had no choice but to look at him.

You whimpered, “Please… don’t stop.”

His laugh was low and satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”

He pressed forward, hips snapping, every movement pounding deeper, stretching you full and making your belly roll with the pressure.

Your breath caught as he tensed, voice rough, “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, trembling and undone.

With a final, heavy thrust, he claimed you fully, breath hitching as he spilled inside, filling you with everything he had.

He held you pressed tight as you trembled beneath him, hips still rolling lazily, possessive and relentless.

“I told you,” he whispered against your skin, “I’m never small.”

★ JING YUAN :

You really shouldn’t have said it.

You really shouldn’t have looked the General of the Cloud Knights in the eye—shirt tugged up, thighs bare and your panties already wet—and had the audacity to say:

“Tch. With all that confidence, your cock’s probably small anyway.”

The room went quiet for a second.

The kind of quiet where even the crickets were like oh no she didn’t.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Smiled.

Then laughed—that slow, deep, maddening chuckle that slithered straight down your spine like warm honey.

“Small, huh?” he repeated, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t already rock hard in his robes. “Ah… You poor little thing.”

You weren’t prepared for how fast he moved.

One second you’re smug.

Next second your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, legs spread open like he owned them, your panties tugged to the side and his thumb lazily brushing over your soaked folds.

“Say that again.” His voice was low, a little breathy. He hadn’t even taken his robes off. “Let’s see how long you keep that mouth running.”

You gasped when he pulled it out.

Holy—

He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what kind of look crossed your face. The shock. The panic. The twitch of your thighs like they were second-guessing their own bravery.

“I think someone owes me an apology,” he murmured, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit like he was just casually testing the weather. “Or should I make you eat those words?”

Smug bastard. That slow, lazy smile. That thick, achingly hard cock.

You didn’t even have time to beg.

He grabbed you by the back of your head, tilted your jaw open, and fed it to you.

Slow. Deep. Sloppy.

“Mm— look at you now.” His hips rolled like he was half-asleep, voice curling with pure sin. “Choking on the small one, are we?”

You clawed at his thighs when he held you down, cock pressing heavy on your tongue, mocking your every breath. He groaned every time you gagged around him, every time you tried to glare up at him through teary eyes.

“Can’t talk back with your mouth full, hm?” Jing Yuan chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this for a while. Let that attitude melt off your tongue.”

When he finally let you breathe, you were wrecked.

Mascara smeared. Drool dripping down your chin. Knees trembling.

“Aw,” he cooed, petting your hair. “What happened to all that big talk?”

And then—he flipped you over.

One smooth motion, you were face-down, ass up, and his cock already nudging at your entrance.

“This might stretch a little,” he murmured, completely fake sweetness in his tone.

Liar.

You screamed when he pushed in. Inch by thick, punishing inch. Your pussy clenched like it was trying to reject him, but it only made him groan, hands gripping your hips like he was claiming them.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he growled into your ear, voice deeper now, panting against your neck. “Say it again. Say it’s small while it’s splitting you open.”

You tried.

You couldn’t.

Not when he started moving.

Lazy, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake and your legs wobble. He stayed buried deep, hips grinding in slow circles like he had all the time in the world. His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit like he was spoiling you—just to drive you even crazier.

“Tell me how small I am while you’re dripping like this,” he teased, pinching your clit until you squealed. “Come on, sweetheart. Be brave again.”

All you could do was cry his name.

Over and over.

When you finally came, it was messy. Shaky. So tight around him he groaned into your skin, fucking you through it until your body gave up.

You collapsed, twitching.

And he?

He stayed inside you. Still hard. Still smug.

Leaning down, lips brushing your ear, he whispered:

“…Want to try that again?”

You don’t remember how you got here.

Well, actually—you do. It started with a smug smirk, your bratty mouth, and one too many giggles tossed at the general’s expense.

“With how lazy you are, your cock’s probably soft and small too.”

And now?

Now you’re stuffed full.

Flat on your back, legs trembling, and that massive cock buried so deep your belly’s showing a bulge.

You don’t even have the words anymore. Just little hiccuping moans, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth, and your fingers pressed against your lower belly in pure awe.

“Look at that.” Jing Yuan leans over you, lazy eyes glinting as he lays his palm right on the bulge in your tummy. He presses.

You squeal. Your legs twitch.

“You were running your mouth earlier,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles over the swollen outline of his cock in your gut. “And now you’re just whining and taking it.”

He rolls his hips, and your back arches. Your soaked pussy clenches again like it can’t help it.

“Can feel me here, can’t you?” he purrs. “Might be small… but it’s so deep, baby.”

You try to speak—really—but all that comes out is a whimper, a little breathless sob of “Yuan—too much, I-I can’t—”

He smirks.

“Yes, you can.”

Then he pulls out—slow, dripping wet, your folds clinging to him—and slams right back in, thick and deep enough you swear you see stars.

You scream.

Your body jerks. Your brain just shorts out.

And he leans down, whispering filth into your ear:

“You don’t need to think. Just keep your legs open and take your stuffing like a good little pillow princess.”

You moan, dumb and needy. All that snark from earlier? Gone. Replaced with sniffles, tears, and broken hiccups as he pounds into you—slow, lazy, and endlessly smug.

“Fuck, gonna breed you,” Jing Yuan growls, fucking you deeper, slapping your thigh. “Gonna fill you so good you’ll be dripping my cum for days. Want that, huh? Want to get knocked up on a small cock?”

You nod.

You sob.

He groans when you clench down again, cock pulsing, hips slamming into your thighs as he spills inside you. Thick, messy ropes that flood your womb and drip out around his base—but he doesn’t stop.

“Stay still,” he pants, pinning you down. “You’re gonna take another one.”

And you do.

And another.

You don’t even realize he’s lying down beneath you until you’re shoved onto his face.

Your thighs shake. His tongue slides right up your slit and licks his own cum from your pussy.

Your moans are broken, hands digging into his messy blond hair as you grind down, riding his face like it’s the only way you remember how to breathe.

“That’s it,” he hums against your folds, voice muffled by your soaked pussy. “Sit on me. Get dumb on this tongue too.”

You do.

You lose your mind.

You cum. Again. And again. So messy, so overstimmed, your voice cracking into little sobs.

When you collapse off his face, ruined and twitching, he kisses your thigh.

And whispers—

“Still think it’s small?”

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Loser! Caleb pt. 2

Content: Dom! Reader + Sub! Caleb + Experienced! Reader + Virgin! Caleb + 69 + Size difference + Dacryphilia + Cowgirl + Multiple orgams + Non proof-reader

Note: Heavily inspired on my last repost!! I loved it so much + it reminded me of some of the NSFW audios I listen sometimes!!

So... Just thinking about Loser! Caleb who sets his mind on making your first time special.

Loser! Caleb who makes sure to learn all about what needs or musn't be done during intercourse. Gosh, he had suddenly become so interested the second he realised that he would be able to make you feel good. After all, he was the older one, he just had to show you just how good you could feel from his touch, right?...

Little did he know what was waiting in store for him after you accidentally found a box filled with condoms in his house.

Before he noticed, you already had him locked under your legs, your bare pussy in front of his face while you faced his hardened cock. "Wa...wait a second, pips, this...this isn't supposed to--!" You ignored his complains, taking his full cock into your mouth, being careful on avoiding rubbing his cock against your teeth, taking it out of your mouth to order him around. "Use that mouth to eat me out, pretty boy." Caleb could already feel the heat rising to his face, shyly licking around your folds still unaware of what was he supposed to do. You smiled, pressing your pussy against his face, forcing his tongue to focus on your clit, swapping between pressing against his face and suddenly lifting your lower half, making Caleb whine each time you got him away from his full-course meal. "Try fucking my pussy with your tongue, gotta make sure it's all wet so you can easily slip in." Caleb swallowed, suddenly grabbing you by the hips and forcing you to put your whole body weight on his face, using his tongue to fuck your insides, moving your body up and down against his pecs, rubbing your clit against them as he forced his way into you. "So tasty... I wish I had done this before..." Caleb lapped your fluids, his heart pumping rapidly as he felt your soft lips wrapped around his lenght, the feeling of your fluids on his tongue, together with you sucking on his cock pushing him over the edge, filling your mouth with his sudden release, his thick essence filling your mouth, swallowing each single drop and sticking out your tongue to prove you had swallowed it all.

"Pi...pips, you didn't have to... I read that it doesn't taste that good-- What... what? Are you planning... are we going to do something--" You moved swiftly, switching your position, your face now facing his. You wrapped your hand around his still hardened dick, lifting it just to show Caleb just how deep it would go, his face turning even more red as he tried to conceal the fact that seeing it had been enough to get his cock even more ready to go. "Oh... Someone got even happier to see me, huh?" Caleb covered his face, trying his best to ignore just how how his face felt as he let you take control of him.

"Pips... Just... Don't tease me anymore... I'm at my limit here." Of course you simply ignored his warning, caressing his face before supporting yourself on his shoulders, using one of your hands to set the tip of his cock right in front of your entrance, rubbing them against each other as you kept on teasing poor Caleb. "Look Caleb! This is how far you'll reach!" You grinned at him, enjoying his flustered expression, his hands grabbing onto the sheets as he mentally prepared himself. "Pips... Just where did you even learn thi--Oh, gosh...!" You suddenly forced his tip inside you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you suddenly forced his whole lenght inside you. "Pi-pips, just wait a second-- I'm... I'm not used to the feeling so--ugh!" You ignored his pleas yet again, starting to move up and down his shaft, nuzzling his cheek as you used your other hand to keep you from tiring out yourself.

"You look so cute, Caleb! So cute trying to act as if you don't feel it that much~" Caleb ignored your mocking tone, biting his lip and letting his hands rest on your hips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his saliva. "Pips... No more teasing, please... I... I'm close..." Your smile widened, swiftly increasing the rhythm at which you were moving your hips, peppering soft kisses all over his cheeks as you felt his cock twitching, brows furrowed as he tried to stop himself from cumming inside you that fast. "Just--- stop moving for a second, 'kay? Promise I'll--- Fuck-" You kissed him sloppy, sucking on his tongue and wrapping yours around his as you moved up and down his shaft, feeling satisfied as you heard the string of lewd moans, whines and pleas that left Caleb's mouth each time you put his whole dick inside you, your cunt being suddenly filled with his essence as you felt his cock pumping it inside you.

You got away, a feeling of satisfaction making your chest puff up as you saw Caleb's expression. His eyes were a bit puffy, with a few tears falling down his cheeks and his usually dry lips now being completely soaked with a mixture of your saliva mixed together with whatever was left of your fluids. "So cute, Caleb~!" You smiled mischievously at him, kissing his lips and cheeks almost as if rewarding him for holding it together for so long, after all, you were well aware of the fact that he could have easily moved you if he had really wanted to. Soon, you noticed how Caleb's eyelids were starting to close, his breathing slowly becoming more stable as he recovered from the intense orgasm.

"Hey now! No giving up on me now, we MUST use all the condoms left, you bought them so we could use them, right?" You grinned at him, his eyes barely being able to focus on your expression, internally cursing the fact that his cock was already starting to harden just at the thought of being able to feel your walls wrapped around his cock just one more time.

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cw. porn with no plot.

yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.

you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.

"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.

his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.

"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.

"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.

"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."

your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.

you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.

"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.

he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.

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Instant Loss x Caleb

Summary: About Caleb getting put on his place by you!

Content: Mention of brother-sister relationship [NO INCEST!!] + Size difference + Sub! Caleb + Cunnilingus +

Note: There's this audio in a certain community in Reddit that is so so good! I'm really into the plot of "Confident A ends up getting railed by B", might as well make something for it! I will be away for some time cause I'm going on a trip! I may do a part two of this cause the concept is just that good imo! ദ്ദി •⩊• )

Confident! Caleb who keeps boasting about how strong he is. He keeps flexing those huge biceps, pressing your pretty face between them as he keeps rumbling about how proud he is about them, and how little you look in contrast with him. You were planning on simply letting him boast all he wanted, that was of course, until he said that sentence: "I can easily beat you without even blinking!" Caleb looked so happy after saying that, surely you had to do something... right?

Before he notices, his body is pressed against the mattress, your hands quickly grabbing his trousers and pulling them down, together with his cute hot dog underwear. "Wa...Wait a second! You can't just-- Oh gosh!" You ignore his please, getting his cock wet with your own fluids before pressing his tip against your entrance, his cock entering you rapidly as you kept moving your hips up and down, suddenly letting your weight fall on it, Caleb's eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he feels his poor cock being constantly bullied by your gummy walls, pressing on him and forcing him to stay still as came with a soft whine.

"Pi-pips... Just... just give me a few minutes, 'kay?" Caleb's face was completely flushed, his chest rapidly moving up and down as a few drops of sweat down his forehead.

Confident! Caleb who still refuses to lose to you. It took him over a month to recover part of his cockiness, spending as much time as possible in the gym, busting his whole body so as to grow even more muscles. He knew you were strong, after all, you worked as a hunter. Still, he just couldn't allow himself to lose to you, he always saw himself as the typical older brother, the one that is always stronger, always protecting their beloved younger sister. He was completely aware that this was just a silly idea, it wasn't as if you were still the naïve and weak child he used to protect, but it was just impossible for him to accept his own weakness. "Hey, pips! I know last time was a bit... Shameful for me, I have chosen to keep on trying, I'm sure you have noticed I'm bigger! I bet now I can easily pick you up and--"

Once again, Caleb was suddenly tackled to the sofa, forcing him to lay on it as you suddenly got on top of him, keeping both of his wrists pinned down over his head with just one of your hands, using the other to remove your panties, quickly sitting on top of his face, then you lowered both his trousers and underwear, using your right hand to masturbate his dick, using your used panties to masturbate him as you moved around, guiding Caleb into all the places that felt good for you, his whole body shaking from the overstimulation of having his dick being masturbated at a fast rhythm while he kept sucking on your clit, sometimes licking your slit and entering the entrance with his tongue.

By the time you finally got down off his face, poor Caleb had came over three times, his face completely soaked with a mixture of his saliva, your fluids, and the fat tears that rolled down his cheeks each time he came. "Too... too much... I'm sorry pips, I'll... I'll behave next time... Won't get cocky, promise..." You kissed his forehead, letting him recover as you made your way to the bathroom.

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Gentle Love

Request : "Rafayel where MC feels not loveable enough or can’t give enough love because of bad past experience even though she knows it is stupid to think that way and she feels bad about it some sort of. Also it makes her sad but she can’t cry about it, yet it still burdens her?"

Tag: @xn4d1n

Note: I had to send my other laptop to fix it so I'm now stuck with my old one, it's so different from my other one so it's kinda crazy, the good part is that it goes so slow that typing is the only thing I can do without it almost passing out! I ended up choosing Rafayel as a way to challenge myself cause I always write about Caleb + Sylus... Anyways, I hope you like it!! + that I have filled your request :((

Rafayel and you had become a couple quite a few months ago, with Rafayel working as hard as he could to prove he was actually completely head over heels for you, with him sending constant gifts, bouquets, even visiting every time he was able to escape Thomas. This treatment only becoming even better the second you finally accepted his confession. By this time, it should have been quite obvious for you that Rafayel's feelings were real, after all, each of your friends and coworkers were constantly praising just how good of a boyfriend Rafayel was, their eyes glistening as they remembered how he had been waiting for more than two hours outside your work after a crisis suddenly took place. And you could only nod, trying your best to show the happiest and fullest smile you could give to them because, how were you supposed to tell them that you still felt that it wasn't enough?

After all, admiting that would also force you to let them know more personal facts, having to accept the fact that you felt as if you were flawed, that you were constantly battling against your own mind, that ugly and dark voice constantly making you feel as if you were unloveable, not enough for someone as bright as Rafayel...

Before you were able to notice, fat tears were already rolling down your cheeks, wetting the soft cardigan that Rafayel had bough for you, one that looked exactly the same as the one he loved wearing so much. You covered your mouth with the sleeve, trying your best to muzzle your soft whimpers, after all, you would never want to be found by Rafayel in this state. Just what would he think? Would he stop loving you? Would he finally realise just how you truly were?

You rushed to the bathroom, but just as you were about to close the bathroom door, Rafayel appeared, his expressions clearly showing how he had just woken up. "Hey cutie, I woke up and noticed that you weren't there so I--- What happened?" Rafayel expression changed as soon as he noticed the tears that were still falling down your cheeks, his warm hands were now on your cheeks, cleaning the tears that you had failed to hide and kissing your forehead softly. "Cutie... Did something happen?" Rafayel locked eyes with you, his eyes now filled with pure concern, after all, he was well aware of the fact that you didn't feel completely ok, even if he had chosen to act as if nothing happened, choosing to wait for the moment when you felt ready to share it. "Cutie... I'm here for you, you know you can just tell me whatever you want, right? I'll always be here for you" Rafayel's watercoloured eyes looked at you, his eyes glistening under the dim light that came from the living room.

"I... I'm sorry, I must have woken you up with my crying, I'll keep qui--" Rafayel stopped you, his right hand covering your mouth as his expression becoming even more concerned. "Don't apologise, you've done nothing wrong. Everyone needs someone to rely on in times like these, you know that, right? I woke up because I could feel the heart of my beloved hurting." Rafayel took you by your hand, slowly guiding you back to the living room, letting you sit on it, then sitting to your side. "It's just... I... I think I have never spoken to you about my past relationship... They...uh... I guess you could say they weren't the kindest?... I... I think they may have leave some... some scar in me. I didn't feel like I should tell you, it's not your fault that I ended up like this, you know?... It's my own fault for not knowing when to---" Once again, Rafayel stopped you, both of his hands now pressing your cheeks together and not letting you finish your sentence. "You can tell me anything, cutie, I would never judge you." Rafayel hands wrapped around yours, interlocking them together, then moving them to his own face, allowing you to pinch and squeeze his face. "You can just share with me as much as you feel comfortable sharing." You could still feel the knot in your throat, making it even more difficult for you to even answer properly, your whole body starting to feel as cold as ice as you remembered your past partner.

"They... They kind of... Well, they just, kind of... Fucked my whole perception of how a relationship is supposed to be. They kept belittling me, and, well, kind of manipulating me, saying that I didn't love them enough each time I refused... intimacy." Rafayel remained mostly calm, his brows furrowing as he forced himself to remain calm, wishing he would be able to find that fucker and turn him into food for the fishes. Still, he remained as calmed as possible, caressing your hands with his thumb, silently reassuring you to keep on talking about all the damage they had caused you. "I'm sorry, this whole time I kept on doubting your feelings, I just kept comparing you, wondering when would you get tired of me and begin acting like them... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I promise I know you're different, I know you are... It's just... I'm afraid that you start to feel like I don't love you enough." You didn't notice that you were hyperventilating until Rafayel hugged you, the sound of his heartbeat slowly calming you down, his big hand petting your hair as he whispered into your ear, "It's ok... Just cry as much as you want, I'm here and I won't ever leave you... I love you, not just because you are the kindest and prettiest girl in the whole world, but also because of each of the experiences that make you the person you are now." He smiled at you, peppering soft kisses all over your face, planting a few of them on your forehead. "Now that you have calmed down a bit, how about we take a walk down the beach, we can even bring our swimsuits and swim a bit, promise I'll try to go a bit slower than usual." Wipping down your tears, Rafayel held you by your hands, helping you get up from the sofa and leading you back to the bedroom the two of you shared.

Despite how afraid you had been, you could already feel your chest a bit lighter than usual, after all, you knew Rafayel now really knew just what you had been through.

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Your Idol

Content: Demon! Sylus + Follower! Reader; Non proof-reading; Reincarnation + Soulmates + Dark content + NSFW + Manipulation + Praise kink + Virgin! Reader + Dubcon + Forced Marriage + Cunnilingus

Note: Of course I saw the new film... Who was your fav? In my case, I really liked Abby, mainly cause he has that himbo vibe lowkey! I do wish there were more scenes of the Saja Boys... Most ppl would have fallen for them (I may be included). Sorry for not being around too much! My brain is lowkey dried :P Btw, has anyone seen the last Alien Stage video? I always love the small monologues that appear during the videos, in fact, I added some of the lines to one of my profiles!

Note 2: I'll try to work on all the commissions as soon as possible! As always, my brain isn't cooperating with me... Let me know if I missed any tags! Hope you all like it! (๑>◡<๑)

Imagine Demon! Sylus as the head of a cult.

He was one of the few demons that were still capable of controlling their own minds, being able to keep his own memories thanks to his own emotions, lucky for him, that had allowed him to gain a quite stable position, one that allowed him to feast on as many souls as he wanted.

You can't even imagine the way he felt the second he laid his eyes on you, all pretty and naïve as you entered his personal chamber. Luckily for him, you were unable to see his expression, still covered behind the silky courtain that only let you see his shadow. He thanked those pesky servants for that, after all, if you had seen the way his eyes glowed, his original mark appearing once again from is sudden surprise. It was impossible for him to forget you, your face, your scent... He had to dig his nails on his own skin to stop himself from tearing the courtain apart just to get to you, just to bury his face on the crook of your neck. Still, he was finally able to regain control, returning to his usual form before commanding his servants to take you back to the common room.

He had finally found you, after all those centuries... All the times he had spent ruling over those useless creatures that had been unable to find even a single trace of you. Regardless of that, it had all finally been worth it. All the pain, the forced smiles and prayers... He had finally found you again, and he had already set his mind on turning you into his one and only wife, he just had to set the perfect lure for someone as innocent as you...

Demon! Sylus who starts to slowly create connections between the two of you. He started by simply letting you run around, letting you meet all the members of the cult, allowing you to do whatever activity you wanted and become friends with whoever you wanted. After that, he started to slowly create his weave, starting to become closer to the members that you had chosen to become your friends, letting them see just how kind he was, allowing them to eat just a bit more than the rest, letting them pray a bit more than others... It was only a matter of time for all of them to start praising him, telling you just how kind he was, how beautiful he was regardless of the cold exterior... Of course you would fall for those comments, after all, why would you doubt them?

Demon! Sylus who finally gets what he wanted. It was just so easy for him to slowly enter your personal cycle... He almost felt pity for you, letting your vision get blurred just because some inferior creatures had told you a few times he had chosen to be compassionate... Still, he would take this chance in a heartbeat. The moment he heard you enter his private room, gaze fixed on the ground as you sat down on your knees, he couldn't help but feel his heart melt the second he saw your soft hands leaving a bowl filled with pomegranate seeds, mixed with a few other red fruits. You stood there in complete silence for a few minutes, still doubting if you should confess such an unimportant matter. It took him only a few words of encouragement for you to blurt everything out, letting him know how you had started to feel somewhat attracted to a certain someone. You told him that the person was in a much higher position than you, that they were basically a God for you. And Sylus couldn't help but grit his teeth, just who had dared to try and take you away from him once more? Not like you could even tell it from his face, his expression remaining just as kind as always. Still, you couldn't help but feel a bit confused when those closest to you were suddenly moved to another section of the cult, one that was quite far away from yours, somehow.

Demon! Sylus who gets to make you his wife. It was quite easy, really. He made sure to let his other followers just how close you were to him, always sitting the closest to him during every public event, his hands always extremely close to yours, just enough for them to graze each other each time either of you moved even an inch. And he tried so hard to keep his expression as estoic as possible, his nails digging on his other hand that he kept under the table as a way to ground himself. Gosh, he had been keeping himself so in control in fear of revealing his true nature... Still, he knew it. He knew you would accept him, only you could do it. Accept him, his whole love, as twisted and broken as it had become, he knew you could purify him, make him closer to you. So he stick to his plan, making sure to remain as soft as he could to you, always helping you around the cult, just enough for the others to understand, while also avoiding too much closeness in fear of the other cultists causing you any trouble. Luckily for him, his right-hand men soon understood his intention, aiding him even further to make the message come across crystal clear, which finally get you to this moment.

You had no idea what exactly happened, but you were suddenly there, at the leader's bedroom. Everything had went smoothly, the ceremony had been planned completely by Sylus, letting you rest the whole time in fear of you passing out from the excitement. Lucky for you, his right-hands had quickly moved to the room as soon as the festivities were finished, allowing you to get pampered by them, changing you to much more comfortable clothes that left little to the imagination.

It took less than twenty minutes for Sylus to arrive, his usual robes had been exchanged by much more revealing clothes that let you see through, his bare chest and chiseled abs being exposed to your wandering eyes. He closed the doors behind him after letting the two young men leave the room, sitting close to you and getting his hands close to you.

"Did you enjoy the ceremony, dear? I tried to make sure to make it as close as I could to your dream one." Sylus softly moved one of your strands of hair to the side, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as a way to check if you were 100% comfortable with him.

"It was just as I had always dreamed! I have no idea how were you able to prepare everything just as I had in mind..." Of course you had no idea he had brainwashed those close to you, making them answer all the questions he had about you, together with forcing them to let him enter your small chamber, reading your diary filled with cute notes about your day... He had to restrain himself so hard from kissing your soft cheeks when he read your note regarding his own self... Just how cute could his human really be?! Sylus got close to you, petting your hair with a sweet smile as he removed the velvety nightgown that kept his body a bit more covered.

"I'm glad you liked it, sweetie. How about we head to bed already? It's getting quite late and we still have quite a few things to take care of before we can really relax." You nodded, removing the soft gown that covered you and letting yourself be lifted by Sylus, letting him carry you to bed, then seeing him dim the lights inside the room. "Are you ready for it, love? Wouldn't want you to get hurt on our first night together." Sylus' heart was about to burst, his hunger only growing even further as his eyes kept drifting all over your exposed skin, the soft light making it even more difficult for him to keep his disguise.

"Uh... I'm a bit nervious, to be honest... All my brothers and sisters were extremely happy about it, but I can't help but feel a bit nervious, I'm sorry, leader." And Sylus' thirst suddenly stopped, his hand still petting your hair as he was finally able to regain control of himself, he had been waiting for so much time... Surely he could wait for a bit more.

"That is ok, sweetie. How about we simply rest for tonight? We can keep this a secret just between us." Sylus got away, getting up for a second to turn off the lights and close the doors for the rest of the night. It was then that you stopped him, your hand trembling a bit as you wrapped it around his fingers. "I... I do want to do it, leader... Maybe... maybe there's another way for me to, to get a bit less scared? The elders explained to me what was supposed to happen, but none of them were truly able to illustrate it for me..." Sylus bit his lip with force, he just couldn't help but feel lucky for being able to hide his expression, his red eyes glowing as his right hand turned into claws, his costume of kind leader slipping for a second before turning his face back to you.

"It is not unusual for the elders to lack such knowledge, after all, I did try to stay away from these customs in fear of creating a sense of... unfairness among my dear followers. Still, since you have become my dear bride, it is only natural for me to show you how a husband is supposed to please their wife." Sylus smiled softly, his expression looking almost threatening as he sat once more on the bed. "Just... You do have to promise me one thing... Can you keep a promise, sweetie?" You nodded, your eyes glistening as you felt the rush inside of you, sharing the burden of the leader was already great by itself, but sharing a secret with the leader himself? Gosh, you were about to pass out from the excitement! Sylus was still smiling as his hand started to glide up and down your thigh. "Good, then I will share with you just how we are supposed to aid each other..." Sylus got closer to you, his lips about to brush your neck as he whispered to you. "You just have to let me ease it up for you, let me take care of you, sweetie..." As his velvety voice reached your ears, his hands were already wrapping around your thighs, getting on top of you and leaving soft kisses all over your neck while he used his hands to remove the little clothing that was still covering you. "Relax your body, love... I need you to cooperate with me." And you tried to do as he said, taking a deep breath as Sylus' hands started to play with your nipples, keeping his body steady with just his right hand.

"Good girl... You're doing so good for me, sweetie." Sylus lips moved down, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your body until it reached your lower half, his breath hitting against your entrance and sending shivers down your spine. "Wa-wait! I... I could never have you li-licking down there. My body is by no means worth-it of your--" Your sentence was suddenly stopped by a high-pitched whine as Sylus suddenly sink his face between your thighs, using his tongue right on your clit, making your back arch as he forced your legs to remain opened for him. You tried your best to reduce the noises you were making, grabbing one of the many pillows and pressing your face against it, bitting on it as you allowed Sylus to explore your insides with his tongue. "So tasty... Been waiting so long to finally be close to you... There's no way I'll ever let you go... I'll bound our souls together, bound us so I can stay with you forever..." Sylus words were muffled between your fleshy thighs, making it quite difficult for you to actually understand what he was mumbling, leaving more kisses all over your inner thighs and lower tummy, making you feel even more aware of the fact that the great leader reveared by all members was actually between your legs, drinking your lewd fluids as if they had become his most beloved drink. "Just a bit more... Gotta make sure you get used to the feeling of my tongue." Sylus changed the position of his arms, grabbing your legs by behind your knees, forcing your whole body to move closer towards him as he plunged himself back into your sweet cunt, removing part of his transformation just so he could use his tongue to fuck you even deeper, ignoring the soft pleas and whimpers that left your body each time your clit rubbed against his nose, making you leave a sharp moan leave you as you wet Sylus' face, the embarrasment making you feel close to dying from it.

"So bold... Guess you just missed me that much, let's keep going, sweetie, the night has barely started."

By the time you felt Sylus finally letting your legs free, a few rays of sun were entering through the window, letting you see Sylus' hair shinning under it, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist as he kissed your tummy, the act being a bit too intimate for someone as difficult to approach as himself. "This time... This time will be different, love." You pet his hair, smiling softly as you saw his crimson orbs looking at you with the purest expression of love.

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THE PT. 2 IS SO PEAKKKKK OMYOGOOOSHWHEHEHEHA HEHEHEB THENMYKUUU

Thank youuu!!

I'm so so glad you liked it! (,,>ヮ<,,)!

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Hello there! I hope your doing good. I was wondering if you could write something with Rafayel or Caleb where MC feels not loveable enough or can’t give enough love because of bad past experience even though she knows it is stupid to think that way and she feels bad about it some sort of. Also it makes her sad but she can’t cry about it, yet it still burdens her? You know what i mean? 😭 Would be so cool if you could write something since i could need that… Thank you and have a nice day!

Hihi!!

First of all, thank you! I'm doing quite good rn! I hope you're doing good as well!!

I will obviously write your request! I totally understood what you wanted, let me make it for you! I'll tag you as soon as I'm done ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ ♡

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ caleb finding ur gspot <3

💭 : p in v , changing positions, mating press, prone bone, doggy, dumbification, slight degradation with praise

you didn’t know what he was doing. every time you thought he’d stop, he’d settle, he would change positions. acting like he was trying to find something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. but your body did.

every time caleb thrusted, you clenched around him in pleasure—but it felt like he was missing something. every time he changed positions—from your legs on his shoulders, bending you in a way you didn’t even think was possible, to putting all his weight on top of you as you drool into the pillow—he blubbered something about knowing that it was somewhere inside, that he was so close to finding it.

every thrust was restless, a thrust deep—short, fast, a bit too the right, far to the left—you felt it through the fuzzy haze that muffled your hearing and overstimulating you. you felt your brain turn into mush, seeping past your lips as drool with every buck.

“c-caleb,” you slurred, face pressed against your pillow as he lifted your hips and pressed your ass against his pelvis. “‘leb, what’re you do—hah!” he quickly hushed you, thrusting harshly again, seeking for something—and you thought he hit it before missing it by a fraction. “know it’s here somewhere. fuck, fuck—gonna find it—gonna make you squirt, baby,” he panted.

he moved your hips to the side—thrusted. moved them slightly down—thrust. up again—thrust. until he pressed down on your back, making you arch against the matress and moved his knee—

he hit it and it felt like your brain popped.

you let out a sharp scream (one that your neighbors will probably call 911 thinking you were murdered) and you squirted. loud, wet, and dirty as your jaw dropped. he let out a choked gasp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he let out a long groan, head tilting back. “fuckkkk… there ya’ go. all dumb and fucked out for me, huh?”

he drew back, just to slam back, tip pressing against your gspot again that made your legs fly around and hips buck. “as you should, right? you like being so dumb for gege. your drooling your brains out, sweets,” he chuckled, grinding against the spot as you sobbed into the pillow.

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Milking time pt. 2

Content: Cow Hybrid! Caleb + Rancher! reader + Non proof-reader; Masturbation + Scent kink + Breeding kink + Size difference + Cunnilingus + Tummy bulge

Note: I was listening to one of these NSFW audios and I just got inspired so yeah, here it is! Idk if people want to hear it tho :P It's not really related to the actual content, but I just liked it ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I can't believe I've been writing this for more than three days, sometimes my brain just doesn't want to cooperate cause I keep realising I may sound a bit repetitive at times... I hope you all like it!! (๑>◡<๑)

It had been quite a few months since Cow Hybrid! Caleb had been able to sneak into your bedroom, his cock about to burst as he basically begged you for help. Still, you had been unable to act as you had used to, your whole body reacting each time his calloused hands got close to you, your mind being suddenly flowed by the images, the feeling of your hands rubbing his... How were you supposed to work as always after that? Anyone would probably understand your position! Well, anyone except Caleb, of course.

Since that had happened, he had become even clingier than usual, constantly following around you like a lost puppy, his ears lowered as he tried to hide his huge frame behind a wooden post, his tail peaking from it even regardless of how much he tried to stop it from showing. He didn't really understand what was up with your sudden change in attitude, he had been your favourite since he had arrived, was it because of something he had done? Maybe you had started to hate him and wanted him dead? He would happily send himself to the closest butchery if it meant making you happy again.

Luckiily for him, the perfect chance for the two of you to be together after your dear aunt told you to go to the city a couple of hours away, as the most important fair for ranchers was about to begin. She briefly explained what you had to do, simply listening to the many conferences regarding the possible changes for the ranchers' rights and privileges, simple enough, right? Still, your aunt told you to go with Caleb, as he had never been there, and you really needed some "buff man" just for some of the ranchers to take you seriously, as annoying as it was.

With all said and done, your aunt prepared everything you both could possibly need, from your clothes to many different delicious plates in case the two of you missed her. She kissed both of your foreheads, waving goodbye at the two of you before going back to her chores.

Well, all left was spending the next five days there, it was fine, what could possibly go wrong?

The first three days had gone smoothly, with the two of you spending as little time as possible, constantly going around the fair talking to the many old friends of your aunt, letting them ramble about how it was when they were younger and similar anecdotes, with Caleb simply following you around like a lost puppy, staying in complete silence during the whole day, as you quickly fell asleep as soon as your face hit the pillow.

Caleb knew that he had to be patient, after all, despite hybrids are quite similar to humans, they did still present various differences, specially when it came to this kind of thing. He knew it, he kept reminding himself of that. But it was to no avail, really. His chest kept hurting each time he saw you speaking to all those other men, always smiling at them as they talked to you about some unimportant matter. Still, he couldn't help but act that way, rummaging around your luggage to look for his prize. It took him a while to find them, but as soon as he did he could already feel his head getting lighter, his face now buried on the soft fabric, inhaling with force, his hand already trailing down his body and removing all the buttons that kept his lower hidden. He got up, moving to the small bathroom and sitting on the toilet, muffling his moans with your underwear as he moved his hand up and down, his chest moving up and down as his breath quickened.

This kept going for a while, with Caleb trying his best to muffle his moans as much as he could, whispering soft praises to you even despite you were still asleep. "So good... You smell so good... Can't wait to breed you..." Small tears came running down his cheeks, the tip of his cock leaking as he saw the floor stained from his cum. "I'm sorry... I'm trying so hard for you... Just for you... Ugh... I love you, I love you..." Caleb whimpered as he finally felt like his head was a bit less crowded from lewd thoughts about you, the shame starting to make his face feel quite hot.

Caleb finally reached his limit by the night of the fourth day. The two of you were supposed to leave the next morning around the early morning, as you had already planned helping your sweet aunt with all the farm work that she may have been unable to do due to her old age.

Just as you were about to throw yourself to the bed, Caleb tugged from your pajama, his soft ears lowered as much as possible as fat tears fell down his face. "How much are you planning to ignore me? I know I misbehaved but I don't want you to keep on ignoring me... Please." Caleb got on his knees, his hands and head rubbing against your hands as a way to calm himself down. "If you really hated it, I won't ever do it again... I'll let you find someone for me to be with... Just don't ignore me... I can't... I just can't handle it. I've been trying to, these past couple days... I don't think I can go any longer without you." Caleb gaze lifted from the floor, looking at you with his purple eyes glistening under the dim lights.

"I... I'm sorry, Caleb. It's just that, I kind of... Well, I kept getting like, reminders of well, what happened between us and I kind of... couldn't help but feel a bit, ashamed?... About it, anyways, I didn't mean to hurt you, Caleb. You know you're my favourite, right?" You caressed Caleb's cheeks, petting his hair and moving it away so you could see his full face. Caleb pressed his face against the palm of your hands, his expression lightening up, suddenly getting up from the floor and getting on top of you, his cheeks flushing from pure bliss.

"Really?! You don't hate me? I'm so glad! I just... I'm sorry. My... my body seems to have become, attached to your scent, so each time I smell you it's... It's just too much for my body." Caleb moved away, sitting by your side and letting you see just how much it had affected him. "I'm sorry... I'm really trying so hard to keep myself on check... Just, I just didn't want to keep on using them without your knowledge... Let me just go to the bathroom, I'll be back---" You grabbed his hand, forcing him to sit back down on the bed and keeping your hand tightly grapped around his. "I... I can help you a bit, just if you want--" Caleb moved swiftly, suddenly having you under him once again, his hand already removing his overalls together with his undershirt.

"I'll be careful, if I hurt you just pull from my horns, ok?" Caleb started to kiss your whole face, leaving soft pecks as he slowly made his way towards your neck, his right hand massaging around your tummy, then removing your trousers together with your underwear in the blink of an eye, leaving them on the bed before focusing once again on you. "Such a pretty pussy... It looks so tasty... Let me just have a little taste, please?" Caleb moved down, getting on his knees on the floor before pulling from you by your ankles in order to get you to be close to te edge of the bed. He carefully put both legs on his shoulders, opening them with his hands before starting to leave soft kisses all over your lower half, your hands petting his hair as a way to avoid squirming as much as possible. "No running from me, baby." Caleb smiled, his mouth suddenly starting to suck on your clit as he used his fingers to play with your entrance, only moving up and down so as to lubricate his fingers. "So good, pips... Keep calm, I'm in charge right now." Caleb went back to focusing on his task, his tongue lapping your poor clit with his long tongue, one of his fingers slowly entering you, slowly opening you as he kept playing with that sensitive bud, making your whole body squirm as the stimulation started to feel a bit overwhelming.

Not like it really mattered to Caleb, his mind already far too gone from eating you out, that delicious scent making his mind go blank regardless of how hard you tried to get him to slow down, ignoring all the soft hits on his shoulder together with all the pleas each time you came all over his tongue. It wasn't until your whole body was about to give up on you, your legs trembling as if you had been working out for far too long, that you chose to grab his horns, his eyes finally focusing on you, getting away from your poor overstimulated pussy as he finally took a deep breath. "So-sorry! I got a bit lost there, promise I will behave next... Can we keep going?" Caleb looked at you with those sweet puppy eyes, his hands massaging your love handles as he waited for your response.

"Just... Just the tip, ok? Your cock is too big for me to... uhm... take." Caleb nodded, grabbing his cock with his right hand and giving your entrance a few slaps on the entrance, his eyes once again completely glued on the way your entrance kept twitching each time he hit it with the tip of his cock. Caleb moved his hands for a moment, holding both of your hands as his cock started to make his way inside you.

"Take a deep breath, pips... I'm still putting in the tip..." Caleb kept kissing your lips as his cock entered you, the stretch making you feel as if you were about to break just from the pressure that you felt in your tummy. "There... It wasn't so hard, right? Now we can take as much time as you need, no need to rush..." Caleb now focused on kissing your sweaty face, his eyes glistening with the pure feeling of love, hands interlocked as he forced himself to remain as still as he could.

And you knew you were supposed to stay still, let your body get accustomed to the... length. Still, you just had to prove yourself, wrapping your legs around his hips before suddenly pressing against his hips, forcing the weight of Caleb to rely against your smaller frame, the sudden pressure making all the air leave your lungs before you could take a deep breath as Caleb immediately moved away, his expression changing to one of concern as his eyes checked for any sign of discomfort. This concern soon changed into a slightly annoyed look, his eyes becoming a bit darker the moment he focused on your entrance. "Guess it's my fault for not expecting it... Since you want to be a brat, may as well treat you like one." Caleb smile turned a bit sadistic, lifting your whole body with ease as he moved the two of you towards the end of the bed, sitting just in front of the mirror. "Make sure to get your brain to remember this, baby." Caleb kept you still, slowly entering you. You clenched your eyes shut as the slighty painful stretch took place, trying your best to avoid seeing the lewd image of your pussy being forced open by Caleb's cock. After all, it wasn't as if you were able to do much more, with Caleb holding both your legs on a tight grip as a way to get you to keep the image as a reminder.

Despite Caleb's attempt of scaring you, he knew exactly just how important it was for you to get completely used to it, getting the horses to act as they should. "Now open wide..." Caleb moved, lifting your whole body with his arms, slowly lowering it as he slowly forced the tip of his cock inside, bitting his lips as he tried his best to keep calm. "Just like that... Relax, I ain't running nowhere, don't squeeze me so hard, pips... It's hard to stay calm." Caleb kissed the top of your head, letting you rest your back against his chest as he was finally able to bottom down once more, the feeling of being full being just enough for you to feel as if you were out of breath.

"Caleb~... You're too big..." You whined, the feeling mixing with the heat that you kept feeling on your face as you noticed the bulge that had formed on your tummy, forcing you to hide your face just as a way to avoid seeing it. As soon as Caleb noticed that, he removed them from your face, using one of his hands to force you to look into your reflection. "No running, pips, gotta make sure you get a detailed view of just how good I can make you feel." Caleb wrapped his arms around the back of your knees, making sure that you got a perfect view of the way your pussy greedily ate his cock each time he pull a bit of it out, making it an almost hypnotising view, seeing it enter you, then suddenly pulling away before giving you a kind smile, almost as if he was mocking you each time you tried to squirm away from his iron grip.

It took you just a few minutes to finally get used to the feeling, turning what were soft whines into lewd moans that kept escaping from your lips, eyes rolling back each time Caleb rubbed against that slightly rough spot. Suddenly, Caleb moved one of his arms, keeping your whole body lifted with just one arm as he used the free one to rub your tummy, making small pressure every now and then each time he pushed his whole lenght inside, ignoring each high pitched moan and whine that left your lips every time he forced you to cum all around his huge cock. "Caleb!... Too much, can't keep cumming! Please, please~...!" Caleb ignored you once more, kissing the top of your head as he kept hammering your gummy walls, making sure to stay a few seconds outside before forcing his lenght rapidly inside. "Sorry pips... I gotta make sure I get you all full~... Gotta prove I'm the best one for you." Caleb kept this fast rhythm for a while, bitting softly on your neck each time he came inside you, "a way to mark you" he said.

By the time you were finally released from his grip, the digital clock was already far past 02:00, your whole body sticky from the sweat, together with the mixture of your fluids, and the semen that was slowly leaving your pussy. Just as you were about to simply let yourself fall asleep from the exhaustion, Caleb took your body, carrying it to the warm bath and letting you sit on the tub that had already been filled. "Gotta make sure you feel comfortable enough to sleep, can't have you seeing aunty all dried up." Caleb peppered soft kisses all over your face, rubbing a warm towel all over your body and letting you fall asleep with ease as you felt him clean all your body.

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Helping Hand

Content: Non proof-reader; Android! Caleb + Overstimulation + Fake cum + Size difference + Dacryphilia + Praise kink + Aftercare

Summary: You chose to buy one of those new androids in the market, after all, with the little time you had, it was logical for you to get one! But after your birthday party, you can't help but feel like something has changed within Caleb...

Note: I'm finally done with exams but now my brain is dry... On another note, I have to keep on writing my novel! It has nothing to do with my usual work here, but I really should keep on writing cause I have so much ideas for cool characters! Wish I could draw them... I hope people get the ideas of how Android! Caleb lower half works...

Note 2: I just put some fake nails and writing has become so difficult... Had to use two pens towards the end...

Android! Caleb who opens his eyes and encounters your face. He was programmed to be cold, always following the orders of the person who bought him. At least, that was what he had learnt, as you soon rebooted his whole system, changing his personality to a softer and more "human" one. He is still quite confused, why would he need to have a personality for serving a human? Still, he couldn't help but feel a strange rush of electricity run through his system, maybe he had a strange type of malfunction?

Android! Caleb who becomes accustomed to taking care of you. He is always close to you, always waiting by the door of the house a few minutes before your arrival, food still warm and waiting for you to eat, the house completely in order from him cleaning it... Gosh, you could even feel all the tension leaving your body as soon as you entered your house. You allowed him to carry you to the bathroom, head resting against his soft chest as you let him undress you, letting your clothes carefully folded as he helped you get inside the lukewarm bath.

Android! Caleb who becomes your only caretaker. It took him less than a few days to get completely used to your body language, knowing exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it and even how you wanted it. He was basically reading your mind, always one step ahead, letting you rest your exhausted body on his bigger body, his soft hands caressing your hair as his mechanic heart kept pumping the blue liquid all over his system. You knew you shouldn't get so attached to him, but how were you supposed to stop yourself from it when he knew you like the palm of his hand?...

Android! Caleb who receives a strange update. It had recently been your birthday, so you decided to make a small party, nothing big, really. You invited a few of your friends from work, together with some other friends from when you were still studying, organising a small party at your house for all of you to drink and have fun while watching some low-quality films. It was around 3:00 when you started to feel your eyelids dropping, with your friends too focused on the climax of the film for them to notice, you chose to simply fall asleep in the cozy sofa, surely someone would wake you up sooner or later, right?

Android! Caleb who becomes much more... domestic. You didn't notice the first few days, still unaware of the strange update your friends had added as a "gift" for you. Yes, it was a bit strange for Caleb to always greet you with a hug and a kiss on your forehead, but hey, maybe it was something that they had added in one of the millions of updates Caleb had, maybe some client had complained about them being too stiff? Whatever, it wasn't as if you were particularly concerned about it, in fact, you did like it a bit...

Android! Caleb who finally puts his update to good use. It was late at night when you suddenly felt the urge to do it. It wasn't something particularly strange, with you being alone most of the time and all the stuff you liked reading and listening... What was strange was the moment the door to your bedroom was knocked. You quickly hid your naked lower half with the sheets trying your best to get your phone to hide the content you were seeing. "Caleb?" You whispered, heart beating rapidly in fear of having been discovered by him. "Pips? I'm sorry for disturbing you so late at night, but my systems have warned me that my owner, that is you, is currently in need of my assistance." You furrowed your brows, slightly confused about what was he even implying, still, you knew Caleb was unable to cause any harm to you, so you simply sighed, letting him enter without much thought. "So what was wrong, Caleb?" Caleb smiled, sitting close to you and petting your hear with his rough hands. "My system told me you needed my help, do you need it? I have been upgraded with the latest system, allowing me to help you in this kind of delicate activity." Still confused, you simply nodded, after all, the system tended to be right. As soon as you did so, Caleb removed the sheets that were covering your body, his huge hands lifting your legs with ease, getting them closer to your face, just enough for your slick pussy to be in front of his face.

"Caleb! Just-- Just what are you doing?" You tried your best to get him to let go of your ankles, squirming around with not much luck, with Caleb still retaining his sweet smile.

"I'm fulfilling my new tasks, you allowed me to do so." Caleb's arm moved, changing his grip on your thigs to keeping your body in position with just his arm. "Now, no more moving, pips, I need you to remain calm so I can help you appropietly." Caleb's tongue stick out, this time looking slightly longer than usual, his right hand making his way to your entrance as his mouth got closer to your clit.

"Wa--Wait a second! I'm pretty sure this was NOT included when I bought your model--!" Caleb stopped for a second, his expressions remaining as sweet as always.

"It wasn't. Your friends added it to my program in hopes of making you happier, they explained it to me and I agreed. I believed it would truly help you destress. I hope I will actually ." Caleb moved closer, spreading soft kisses all over your lower tummy, making a small path towards your pussy. At the same time, his hands started to glide towards your entrance, teasing it with his fingers by simply gliding up and down on it but never actually inserting them, simply coating his fingers with your lewd fluids. "Let me know if you feel any discomfort." Caleb's mouth slowly got closer, wet kisses being left around your clit as a way to tease your sensitivity, being unable to not smile after seeing your back arch from the sudden touch. Following the set procedure, Caleb slowly entered one of his fingers, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue and making you cling to the sheets, soft whimpers leaving your mouth even despite you tried to cover your mouth with your hands as a way to avoid letting even more shameful sounds escape. Suddenly, one of Caleb's hands moved, grabbing your wrists with ease and pinning them on top of your head. "I need to hear you so I can know exactly what you need." Caleb moved, his face now facing yours before diving himself into a deep kiss, his right hand still playing with your clit, making short circles around it regardless of your poor attempts of squirming away.

"Ca... Caleb! Too much-- it's too much!" You whispered, chest puffing up and down as you tried to recover from Caleb's kiss.

"My name is not the safe word, you should probably know that." Caleb suddenly switched positions, letting your back rest against his chest, his legs tangled around yours to avoid letting you try to close your legs, his lips kissing yours as he moved one of his hands to your chest, playing with your nipple as the other hand kept slowly moving inside you, searching for that sweet spot until you let a whimper escape you. "This must be your g-spot, right? Gotta make sure you enjoy this." Caleb kissed your face, peppering soft kisses all over your face as he slowly introduced another of his digits, his fingers constantly hitting that spot even as you kept trying to move away from him, with Caleb simply laughing softly against your ear, pushing his fingers even deeper inside. "You're so cute... Humans always react so vividly to the stimuli..." You could't help but feel embarrased, with Caleb's mocking tone reverberating inside your head as he kept forcing you to cum around his fingers, using his other hand to pinch and twist your nipples with just enough force.

It had been over 20 minutes since your sweet torture had begun, with Caleb moving and hitting the exact place you were craving, forcing you to close your eyes from the overstimulation. "Caleb~... That's enough... I don't think I can cum more..." Your voice sounded now raspy from all your whines and moans, with Caleb obviously ignoring them, simply cooing you.

"That's alright, then we can finally move to the main course, right?" Caleb finally let you move a bit, getting up and removing his trousers, leaving them on your chair before returning to the bed. "Let me syncronise my tools, alright?" Suddenly, Caleb's lower half changed from the usual plain surface to the shape of an erect cock, his . "Let me just..." Caleb got on top of you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist, moving his hand to grab his cock and starting to rub it against your entrance, letting some of his self-lubricating fluid just for extra caution. "I'll do it slowly, open wide now, pips." You took a deep breath as Caleb's cock entered you, softly biting against his shoulder as a way to stay calm. "Such a good girl... Just a bit more." And you could simply whine, your insides already feeling as if they were about to tear as Caleb finally bottomed out. "So good for me..." Caleb caressed your cheek, kissing your forehead as he started to move, barely moving a few centimeters before pushing back in, nails digging on his back as he kept pressing his body against yours. "Just a bit more... It will feel so good in just a few minutes..." Caleb pressed your mouths together, sucking on your tongue before starting to french kiss you, a strand of saliva connecting you both the moment the kiss ended.

As the minutes passed, you were finally able to get used to his size, the slight discomfort changing into pure pleasure, making your eyes roll back each time he rubbed that spot. "You feel so nice wrapped around me... Let me help you a bit baby." Caleb lifted your body with ease, laying your body on your front before moving back on top of you, his cock entering you, the pressure of his weight making you bite on the pillow that was close to you, whinning as Caleb's hand made light pressure on your lower stomach, just enough for you to start feeling his length even more, each thrust making your walls wrap around his cock, the system of Caleb slowly getting overheated each time you clenched around him. "Be careful... My system may get a bit overwhelmed if you keep clinging so much to me..." That was of course easier said than done, after all, it had been such a long time since you had been able to feel so good... Still, you tried your best, taking a deep breath and hugging your pillow, a few tears falling down your cheeks as you felt your mind slowly slipping away.

"Too big... You're crushing me~..." You whined, the heat radiating from Caleb mixed with the feeling of having your insides scrambled being enough to make your head feel overwhelmed. Regardless of that, Caleb kept going, his hips bumping against your ass each time he forced his whole length inside you, his hands petting your hair whole he whispered soft praises against your ear.

"So good... Cum all around me pips, show me just how much you're enjoying this..." Caleb's raspy voice echoed inside your mind, the embarrasment of having your own android seen you so fucked dumb suddenly leaving, letting you only focus on how much you wanted Caleb to praise you... So of course you did just as he asked, your gummy walls pulsing around his cock as you felt a warm liquid filling you up, forcing you to cum for who knows what time, toes curling as you felt Caleb increasing his rhythm at the same time you came, then slowing down as he felt your breath become even heavier.

After letting you recover your breath for a few minutes, you felt Caleb lifting you up from the bed, carrying to the bathroom with ease and letting you rest inside the warm bathtub and using a soft towel to scrub you, removing all the sweat together with the mixture of his cum and all your fluids. He then left for a few minutes, returning with a huge towel, wrapping your whole body around it before taking his sweet time drying it. After that, all you could remember was te warm embrace of Caleb, mixed with the fresh smell of a new set of heet together with the citrusy smell that emanated from him.

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⌗ CALEB

. . . he's definitely the type of guy to fuck you deep and hard, making sure that you feel all inches of his dick inside of you

. . . as much as he hates being away from you, he just can't help but love how clingy and needy you get for him when he returns

. . . you just won't tell him what he wants to hear so he has no choice but to break you:( making use of military grade cuffs he just so happened to have laying around

. . . you're just so greedy! you already have the real thing but still keep the fake one with you... since you can't seem to be satisfied, why not fill both holes?

. . . why not make good use of your toys by stretching you good and open before he actually fucks you with his dick? just have to stand there and take it

. . . you put so much effort for his birthday that he can't help but just take you on the couch! too horny and rilled up from all the waiting he'd done

. . . one of the gifts caleb specifically requested from you was to make a compilation of you fucking so he can have something to jerk off to will he's away! the website just isn't doing it anymore for him after he's had you

. . . he sounds so pretty and lovely <3 all tied up and helpless, at the mercy of your mere hands just as always, letting you have your way knowing he can just break free whenever he wants to

. . . something about seeing you all shaky underneath him as he continues to fuck you slowly knowing damn well how overstimulated you are

. . . sometimes all he needs is a good riding to calm his mind from all the stress he gets, being a colonel isn't easy after all

. . . his favourite food above anything and everything, he needs your weight above him while he indulges your yummy pussy

. . . it's not too bad if it doesn't go in right? maybe if he just takes his dick out.. and maybe if you just put your panties to the side..

. . . all leaky and creamy on him, oh you're like a broken sink, too horny to even fully take your panties off that he just rips it in half

. . . oh he loooovesssss taking you from behind, pinning your waist down so you can take him as deep as possible!

. . . kissing his cheek on his graduation in front of hundreds of people? and getting away with it? absolutely not

[ A/N : feel free to imagine as the other lads boys ;) ]