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aeyumicore · 4 months ago

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captive bird - caleb 夏以昼

tension boils over during the thunderstorm in caleb’s living room—things get heated. what really happens in captive bird when caleb and mc are finally honest with how they feel about each other.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings/angst, fluff, canon story continuation

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 13.4k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, SPOILERS TO CAPTIVE BIRD (main story), more compliant with original chinese script, not incest (it’s very clear they are not related and do not feel related), unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, virginity loss (male and female), panty sniffing/licking (while on female mc), panty stealing, multiple orgasms, light choking, improper use of Evol, lots and lots of dirty talking (caleb is a vocal man), lots of pet names (princess, brat, baby, babygirl, and the occasional pip-squeak), cumming on stomach, cum…licking?, use of gege, size difference, use of Y/N, lots and lots of main story/lore/anecdote references, lots of feelings and angst, references to caleb’s right arm, bratty mc/brat tamer caleb

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | captive bird video (also has entire ch2)

━ ✧.˖ A/N: vomits everywhere DON’T LOOK AT ME,,,,,idk how this got out of hand….i was hoping it would be MAX 9-10k…it’s 13k….anyways i hope you enjoy <3 first of many love letters to caleb, my babyyy.

if you cannot tell yes caleb is my favorite….far far behind is sylus and then behind him is zayne. but i fear it is not even close.

this is the first installment of my “””planned””” caleb series - essentially it’ll be smutty moments throughout the canon content: main story, five star mems, bonds, etc. no schedule, no promises. i will write when i feel inspired <3

lore and plot build up is probably 4k words and the smut is like 9k. It goes lore → smut so you can skip the plot and go straight to the smut if youd like LOL

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

part one | part two |

“Our reporters out in the field confirmed the lockdown will be lifted after being in effect for weeks. The Farspace Fleet assures everyone that the explosion in the Cascade District will not happen again–”

The newscaster is cut off when Caleb shuts off the television, coming up behind you. True to his word, three days had passed and it seemed the situation in Skyhaven was on the cusp of “resolving.” You’d finally be able to return home soon.

Home–to Linkon. It used to be Caleb’s home too.

On the other hand, your prickly relationship with Caleb had only tensed further in the past few days. You’d exchanged maybe a handful of words, not for lack of trying on his part.

After he had clasped the monitoring bracelet onto your wrist, he may as well have locked away the last bit of hope you had that the Caleb you once knew was still under that prim and poised Colonel’s uniform.

In your time at Skyhaven, he’d proven time and time again that the Caleb you grew up with, the gege you once loved, was gone. And what remained was someone you did not recognize, and didn’t know if you cared to.

And yet, in the three days you locked yourself in the hollow room of his suffocating home, he’d still cook every meal for you, despite being gone much of the day. Three times a day, without fail, a tray of your favorite Caleb specials would show up at the foot of your door, accompanied by small and ridiculous sticky notes that pulled relentlessly at your heartstrings.

Caleb always loved notes. He used to say it was your guys’ thing.

But now, you weren’t so sure there was a you and him anymore.

“After all this is over, the Fleet will return to the Deepspace Tunnel. You’ll be safe. For now,” Caleb’s words cut through your thoughts. You nearly jump at the sound of his voice, this being the most you’d allowed him to say to you lately.

What’s more jarring is the idea that the Farspace Fleet is leaving Skyhaven. You’d forgotten that they hardly ever stationed here–spending most, if not all, their time patrolling the Deepspace Tunnel.

“So you’re just going to leave again? Without saying anything?” you bite out, overwhelmed by a bitterness you hadn’t quite processed since reuniting with him.

Caleb smiles, a ghostlike smirk that doesn’t meet his eyes. It’s riddled in self deprecation and pity, “You won’t have to see me anymore. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he chuckles and grabs your wrist, “I’m about to leave. Let’s have dinner together.”

Between the idea that Caleb is leaving you yet again, and him making yet another demand of you, you violently rip your arm away from him. Your words are venomous as you spit them out, “So I have to listen to the Colonel even when it comes to eating and drinking now?”

You storm away from him, sitting on the couch in the living room, hands clenched in your lap. Your gaze is fixed on your angrily quaking fists, and in the corners of your vision you see Caleb seating himself on the ottoman in front of you.

“You can be mad, but don’t let it affect your health,” he holds out an apple in front of you, a silent offering. It's perfectly red opulent skin only makes you bristle with more annoyance.

“I’m not mad.”

Caleb chuckles knowingly, “Growing up, I knew you better than anyone.”

His voice doesn’t change but there’s an undercurrent of emptiness that makes you look up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes, his cheek resting on his fist as he turns the apple in his fingers, the ruby skin glinting under the lights.

“I could see through your lies before you could blink. Bite your lip, and I could instantly tell you were upset.”

He speaks as if remembering something precious he’d lost, violet eyes briefly flickering to yours before they cast downward again, focussing on the apple like it might solve your problems.

“Then tell me, since you know me so well, what am I thinking right now?”

Before he can respond, you continue, “I’m thinking…how did you turn into someone I can’t even recognize?”

Part of you regrets the words as soon they come out. But the other part, the larger part, wants him to see what you see. To feel what you feel. You think that part of you wants to hurt him like he’s been hurting you.

Caleb chuckles darkly, putting the apple back into the fruit bowl on the coffee table with the other perfect and untouched apples, “I know. You’re thinking a chip got put into my brain and it changed who I am, right?”

His shadowed gaze meets yours, unfathomable emotions shining through the eyes you once found immeasurable comfort in. He reaches out to hold your cheek, his fingers grazing your jaw. The look in his stormy eyes makes your skin crawl, and yet his touch is so unbearably familiar that you can’t help but lean into him.

“What if I told you…I was always this person?”

Your breath catches at the inexplicable hope that clashes with the sinister darkness shadowing his face. His deceptively simple words have you unconsciously inching away from him, your mind reeling as you struggle to accept them. Refuse to accept them.

Could he really always have been this person?

Could you really have been so deluded that you’d fallen in love with a complete stranger?

No, not a stranger–but someone who never even existed to begin with.

You recoil, not from his touch–but from his words, your spine hitting the back of the couch. There’s a split second where Caleb’s face falls, a flash of the sweet innocent boy you were yearning for finding its way to the surface. But then his face hardens, his Colonel’s mask slipping back on.

He stands before you, between your parted knees, his height looming over you like the impending storm that brews just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the glass cage that was his home.

Caleb’s voice is so rough you almost don’t recognize it. His fist grasps the back of the couch beside your head, trapping you between it and him. You can’t bring yourself to push him away, your chest pounding at his proximity, eyes instinctively drawn into the curves of his lips as he speaks.

“It’s you who’s still living in a fantasy, Y/N.”

Those hauntingly beautiful amethyst irises search yours for even a glimmer of understanding. You’re nearly consumed by the stark contrast of the frenzy and despair in them.

“The people who want your power–who’d hurt you. They should all just…disappear.”

Caleb speaks with such a sinister conviction, as if he’s swearing a solemn oath to you. One that paints your skin with goosebumps at just how serious you can tell he is. How much of his humanity he’s willing to throw away–for you.

“You’re only safe when you’re by my side.”

He smiles at you, a deceptively warm smile that reminds you of the gege who always bandaged your knees and shielded you from the thunderstorms that reminded you of the roar of Wanderers. The Caleb your heart found itself inexplicably yearning for, no matter how much you told yourself you shouldn't.

But the flickering darkness–the frantic despair in his deep purple eyes pulls you back into reality, like a blackhole swallowing all the light around it.

“I’d rather be in danger than live like this, Caleb!” the sheer anger you’d held onto from the last three days boils over, tears of frustration pooling in the corner of your eyes.

Your next words come tumbling out before you can stop them, knowing just how much they’ll hurt him. You’re not even sure they’re true–but once the floodgates open, you can’t shut them.

“I don’t need you!”

Caleb’s gentle smile transforms into one of disbelief as your palm rests on his chest, finally finding the strength to push him away. When he glances away from you, his eyes darting around frantically, he looks hopelessly lost. A plane adrift.

“Don’t need me?”

His voice is incredulous as he grabs your wrist, holding it above your head. His grip is firm and unyielding, but not enough to hurt you in the slightest. Caleb always knew just how much you could take, after all.

It doesn’t take much for him to pin you firmly against the couch, leaning in closer to cage you into the furniture. In the back of your mind, you know you should shove him off–slap him even.

But all you could focus on is the way his long eyelashes are so close you could count them. How you can feel his heated breath fan across your parted lips, practically able to taste him on your tongue.

You can’t find it in yourself to put up a fight, unable to even tear your eyes away from him as the dark expanding universe in his irises searches yours. All you can do is weakly, pathetically, hit his arm.

“Then tell me, what do you need? I can give you anything.”

Did you want him to leave?

Your heart pounds at his words, the raw honesty and vulnerability dripping off of them, so serious it was nearly a threat. The desperate glint in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You didn’t recognize him in the slightest.

“You want to return to Linkon? Then we can go back to Linkon.”

Could you return to Linkon with him? To the place where you’d held Caleb’s hand for the first time and inevitably fallen in love with the gege who’d protected you all your life? A man who was now no more than a ghost of who he once was.

“If you want to return to the past, then we can rebuild our old house and live together again.”

House. Not home. Because that’d been destroyed in the same explosion that’d killed your Caleb.

“And if one house isn’t enough, I’ll build you an entire maze.”

A maze. Designed with the illusion of a way out, but in reality you knew it’d just be another way to keep you caged in like a little helpless bird all over again. Flying around aimlessly–lost.

“I’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”

Caleb holds your face possessively as he speaks, as if you might disappear at any moment. His thumb catches stray tears as they descend your cheek. The devotion in his yearning eyes is boundless, a void threatening to swallow you whole.

A dream world just for the two of you.

“No one will ever be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever.”

The dream shatters into a million glass fragments, the shards embedding into your heart that had bled and scabbed over so many times these past few weeks in Skyhaven that it was unrecognizable.

You press your free palm into his chest, pushing back gently. There’s no frustration or urgency this time, just a heartfelt plea that you can’t quite place.

“Caleb…you shouldn’t do this.”

The words feel foreign as they leave the tip of your tongue.

“You’re my…” the term feels like acid but you force it out, needing to get through to him. Your open hand on his chest closes into a tightly clenched fist.

“My…brother. You mean more to me than anything.”

For a long time you hadn’t felt like Caleb was your brother. You don’t really know if you’d ever felt like he was. The only thing you were certain of was that Caleb had become the most precious person in your life.

And you loved him. Was in love with him.

But it was too late to tell him that now.

For now, you needed him to see reason. That the world he envisioned for the two of you was nothing more than a faraway dream, and dreams existed only in the whispers of the night.

Caleb freezes, before biting out a bitter chuckle–halfway between a scoff and a sneer. The Colonel’s mask slips off, fluttering to the floor entirely. The wild look in his eyes is reminiscent of a caged beast that’d been whipped one too many times.

“Hah–brother?”

You struggle as Caleb pries your hand off his chest, not really knowing why you’re fighting him. It’s hard to think, with him so close to you, your resolve fading with each moment that passes.

You vaguely hear the bowl of apples on the coffee table being knocked over, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. Caleb hovers above you, his face darker than the torrent of storm clouds just outside the glass windows.

“Y/N, your biggest mistake was believing that I could play the part of your perfect brother forever.”

You can’t tell if it’s the terrifying roar of thunder or his shocking confession that makes your heart pound so violently it hurts. Your fist quivers as you pull back, but Caleb only holds you tighter, unwilling to let you go.

The weight of his words crushes you–stealing your breath away, until there’s nothing left but the wreckage of your resolve.

“Day after day, I’ve endured. I’ve held myself back. But now…”

His voice is so low that you can barely hear him over the clap of thunder, gravelly with a hungry desperation that makes your toes curl against the carpet.

“I’m done playing pretend.”

The lightning outside flashes, illuminating his shadowed eyes revealing the depth of his turmoil. Without the carefully knit Farspace Colonel’s mask he always wore, Caleb was an open book, wearing his heart so openly on his sleeve that you could see every twisted thought.

Temptation, desperation, yearning, guilt, sin. All that he had shouldered and endured alone, donning the role of the supposed “older brother” like a shield, unwilling to risk losing the most precious thing in the world to him.

You.

And after weeks of seeing nothing but the cold, faraway, unforgiving Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, you were drawn to this Caleb like a moth to a flame.

Illogically, irrevocably, and so deeply that it hurts you.

Caleb swears under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to snap out of a daze. His grip on your wrists loosens, but he doesn’t let go. His words come out in a forced choke, almost as pained as his anguished stare.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that unless you’re willing to admit you’re done playing this game too.”

You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, your face no doubt as red as the apples that had tumbled to the ground. Your thoughts race a mile a minute, trying to reconcile what you’d always felt for him, telling yourself you shouldn’t, with what he was confessing to you now.

What if you were never part of the game to begin with?

“Like what?! I’m not doing anything!” is all you can find yourself saying, almost petulantly, deflecting from what’s threatening to spill over. His skin felt impossibly hot against yours, his fingers nearly branding your wrists, reminding you just how much you’d come to feel for him.

Reminding you of exactly who your heart was so violently pounding for in this exact moment.

Caleb shakes his head, a dark breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he releases your hands from above your head, instead gripping the couch behind you, boxing you in again. The storm outside fades away, until it’s only him, looking at you with an entire universe’s worth of longing reflected in those lavender halos.

His hand lifts to your cheek, hesitating before he uses the knuckles of his fingers to wipe your tears away, stroking along your jaw. It’s impossibly innocent, and yet you find your thighs clenching against him.

“Tell me I’m insane.”

You blink up at him trying to process what he was asking of you, the same exact things you had been telling yourself for…years.

“Tell me…it’s all in my head.”

Caleb’s voice is nothing more than a desperate whisper, pleading with you to tell him what he needs to hear. Yes…or no. Whatever it is, he just can’t play this game anymore.

“Tell me you don’t feel…this.”

His long fingers slowly, tentatively, thread into your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw as he gently grasps your face, tilting you closer to him. Your eyes flicker to his parted lips that are so close you could just inch forward and taste them.

You definitely felt it.

“I-I don’t. Caleb…we can’t do this.”

You lie through your teeth, still holding onto the last fray of restraint you had left. The last, dying, part of you that wanted to keep the memory of you and Caleb exactly how it was. In a beautiful crystal box, that you could cherish and protect forever.

Unchanging, undamaged, untouched.

Perhaps…that’s what Caleb thought he was doing when he kept you here in his glass home. Keeping you alive.

“Didn’t I say I could always tell when you’re lying, pip-squeak?”

His amethyst eyes are hooded with a deep swirling caution, warning you. That he can see right through you–he’s always been able to. And he’s never taken well to you keeping things from him.

You try to bite back the visceral shiver at that sweet little pet name he so effortlessly called you, even when he was looking at you like a lion would a sheep.

Caleb lowers himself so he’s kneeling before you, his knees pressing into the edge of the couch between your legs.

“You’re trying to preserve a fantasy–a dream. But I’m right here, in front of you,” he urges, his voice broken and raw. Taking your hand, he presses your palm to his chest–his heart. Even through his shirt, you can feel the ridges of his muscles heaving with the weight of his heavy heart beats.

“Caleb…” you murmur, halfway between a warning and a plea. The feeling of his heart beneath your palm blurs the line between reason and desire.

Caleb shuts his eyes, drawing a deep and shaky breath.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he growls, his fingers digging into the expensive leather of the couch, so forcefully that it threatens to rip.

“Don’t say my name like I’m already gone. I’m right here.”

The vulnerable plea in his voice is so thick that you choke, tears welling in your eyes as you stare up at him, his eyes reflecting the same Caleb who used to point out planes as they flew by in the sky, promising you the world.

Maybe you were the one who’d imprisoned him.

Trying desperately to hold onto the Caleb you knew. Blind to the fact that he was right in front of you, even if he’d shed the feathers you once knew. Forcing him into the tiny suffocating cage of what you wanted.

He was right here. The Caleb who wore your hair ties on his wrist, the same one who dried your wet hair, who always looked for your face in every crowd.

The same Caleb who always did anything and everything to protect you, ever since he held your hand for the first time.

And you’d punished him for it.

Your hands come up to hold his face in your palms, holding his gaze with unyielding regret. Caleb’s breath audibly catches at your touch, his face instinctively nuzzling into your palms, eyes shutting in a brief second of respite.

“I…” you start, trying to find the words. But they escape you, stuck in your throat, where your heart clenches with repentance. Caleb is incredibly patient, stroking circles into the back of your head, not pushing you.

You try again, “I’m…” You curse yourself inwardly, eyes prickling.

Why couldn’t you just fucking say it?

You were the coward, after all.

Caleb’s thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth, careful not to stroke your bottom lip like he so desperately wanted to. His other hand clenches into a tight fist that trembles with the weight of his restraint.

He gives you that half smile that’s so effortlessly Caleb that what’s left of your resolve snaps.

“You don’t have to say it,” he reassures, almost dejectedly, his beautiful bright violet eyes falling, dimming like a burnt out bulb, “It’s okay.”

Even when he’s falling apart at the seams, his first instinct is to protect you.

His breathing is heavy, lips parted, as his eyes flicker to your lips. The longing is so evident in those amethyst irises, but the light fades with every second that passes. Fighting with every instinct in his body, his thumb brushes along your jaw one last time before he releases your face, getting onto his feet.

“Just…have dinner with me before I go–please.”

Your eyes widen, heart pounding painfully as you watch him back away from you.

No.

You were done living in this fantasy you’d built. The dreamland you’d woven for Caleb and yourself. It was just as much of a prison as the one he’d put you in.

Before you know what you’re doing, you reach out to grab his wrist and yank him back. Taken utterly by surprise, Caleb falls back toward you with little resistance. Almost falling into your lap, his hands shoot out to the couch behind your head to steady himself, his forehead nearly pressed into yours.

“What are you–”

Before your courage fades, you thread your fingers on either side of his face into his soft hair. You lean in the rest of the way, resting your forehead on his, his bangs prickling your skin. Your breaths mingle, his lips so close you could almost feel them–how soft they’d feel against your own.

Do. Don’t think.

You push your lips to his, swallowing his subtle gasp of surprise, pulling him as close as he can possibly get with his knees pressed up against the seat of the couch.

Caleb hesitates, his hands remaining respectfully by your head, his lips still.

But that lasts for less than a fraction of a second before his hands are gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled aggressively in your hair, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, groaning unabashedly into you.

Caleb’s lips are soft, slotting perfectly against yours like two broken pieces of glass. His teeth gently graze against your lip, begging for more. He’s the perfect balance of hungry and tender, demanding and delicate.

You can tell he’s holding back, adorably so–not wanting to cross any boundaries unless you haul him over those lines. Despite that, he can’t help but cup the back of your head possessively, pulling you impossibly closer against his torrid lips.

Finally giving into what you’ve dreamt of for years possesses you with a boldness you’ve never experienced. It isn’t long before you’re teasing the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, wanting in.

Caleb groans, one hand cautiously shifting to your hips. He hesitates, and you use your own palm to press him into your waist, begging him to hold you tighter.

In one swift motion, he has your legs swung over his thighs, not going so far as to seat you on his lap. You sit on the cushion beside him, his arm cupped behind your back, the other holding your jaw. Your own hands are looped around his neck, inhaling his breath as your own, your tongue desperately tangled with his.

To your dismay, Caleb pulls away, his fingers gently holding your chin. He pants, broad chest heaving with desire, tilting your face so that your eyes level with his.

“Tell me you want this.”

He fights with every instinct in his body that tells him to take your lips in his again. The way your beautiful eyes flutter at him, your lips perfectly parted so that he can feel your warmTH fan against him.

He’d spent his entire life forcing himself to look the other way–convincing himself that he should be the brother figure he thought you needed. Resolved his heart to still every time he saw those very fluttering eyes and intoxicating lips.

But now you were unraveling that very carefully crafted resolve, imploding it like a collapsing star.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N.”

You were a coward, but Caleb always made you brave.

Swinging your thigh over his lap, you straddle him, pressing him deeper into the couch. Caleb swears under his breath, his hands instinctively resting on your waist, locking your body against his. Holding his face in your hands, you bring him in so close his long eyelashes tickle your cheek.

“I want this. I want you.”

Caleb’s swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the intensity of his need, “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that.”

He weaves his hand into the back of your head, pulling you to him, consuming your moans once more. His tongue claims every inch of you, causing your mind to go blank, throwing all prior restraint and reason out the window.

Your body rolls instinctively against his lap, gasping when you feel something solid and thick right where your undoubtedly soaked panties press against Caleb’s lap.

His fingers tighten against your hips, threatening to leave fingertip shaped bruises, ripping his lips away with every ounce of self-control he has left.

“Y/N…this is your last chance to tell me to stop,” he rasps, eyes clouded over with a dark animalistic gleam. A desire that could only be born from years of pent up yearning and restraint.

“Once we start…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he murmurs, holding your cheek so adoringly. It’s clear that, while he’s giving you an out, he prays to the Gods that you won’t tell him to stop.

With a pointed roll of your hips, earning you a delicious breathy moan from him, you grip the back of Caleb’s head, tugging on his hair. You pull his head against your chest, cradling him affectionately.

Caleb inhales a sharp breath at the sound of your pounding heart against his ear. How many times he’d stayed up, fraught with haunting nightmares, listening to this very sound, to your steady breathing, grounding him to this reality.

“I’m done playing pretend, Caleb.”

You can feel his entire body go rigid beneath you, his thick muscles tensing with heated desire. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip with reverence.

“Then…let me show you what’s real.”

With very little effort, Caleb picks you up, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal, looping your arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” you grumble as he walks you, presumably, to the bedroom he had given you. His bedroom.

Caleb chuckles, his frustratingly infectious laugh, pressing a wet kiss into your jaw, “You used to beg me to carry you like this all the time. Suddenly you don’t like it?”

Your cheeks heat up at the memories of all the times he’d carried you around when you feigned being too exhausted to move, “It’s different now.”

You find your back being pushed against the cold and hard surface of the bedroom door.

“You’re definitely right about that. Back then…I couldn’t do this.”

He presses his lips into the curve of your neck, biting down with just enough force to make you clench against his solid body, crying out in surprise. Your reaction elicits a deep and warm chuckle from him. He kicks open the room of the bedroom and sets you down gently on the plush of the mattress.

He keeps his fingers pressed firmly into your thigh, keeping it hooked against his waist. Your chest heaves with desire, looking up at him expectantly. He hovers just an inch above you, kneeling between your legs, elbow pressed into the bed beside your face, caging you in.

“You’re…” he rasps, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh. He trails off, at a loss for words as his eyes rake down your lips, to your wonderfully exposed neck, to the defined curves of your collar. He clenches his fist, trying to calm down and stop himself from absolutely devouring you.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’m what?” you tease, biting your lip at the way his eyes travel down your body, like it was his first time seeing the sky. Your hand travels from his jaw to trickle down his pulse, fingers teasing the bare skin where his silver necklace normally sat, the dogtag forgotten somewhere on the living room couch.

He groans, knees buckling under your touch. You gasp when you feel his excitement against you, your body instinctively arching up to grind against him. The sensation feels so mind numbingly intense that you can’t help but let out a soft moan, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.

Caleb hisses, his fingers digging in, almost painfully, to your thigh. His hips chase the feeling, bucking against you again, making both of you groan. He holds your jaw tenderly in one hand, forcing you to look at him, his voice rough with lust.

“You’re a brat,” he murmurs, sinking down to your neck, “Gonna be the death of me.”

He trails a kiss of heated kisses down your pulse point, using his tongue to draw the most beautiful moans from your kiss-bitten lips. When he reaches your collar, he laughs into your burning skin.

“Nothing else to say, princess?”

You whine at his condescending tone, never a fan of losing to him. Mustering up your courage, you trail your hand lower until they tease the waistband of his pants. You don’t give him a chance to protest before you slip your fingers in, gasping when they meet the hot leaking tip of his cock. It’d hardened to the point that it could practically sit at his belly button, so you didn’t have to reach very deep for what you wanted.

You revel in Caleb’s string of choked expletives, biting back the moan that threatens to escape your own lips when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm you’re already building in him.

Years of yearning, restraint, and being completely and utterly uninterested in anyone that wasn’t you had truly eaten his stamina.

It only encourages you to wrap your fingers snugly around him, giving him just one single languid stroke.

Caleb’s fingers find your wrist, closing tightly enough to stop your ministrations, a dangerous warning reflected in his eyes. You can see his pulse pound in his neck, his breath coming out heavy and forced.

“Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, hm?” he grits hoarsely, deceptively calm, trying his best to hide how completely unraveled you have him with your pretty little fingers wrapped around him. When he has you panting so divinely beneath him, like he’d dreamt of for years.

With your hand caught in his, your eyebrows furrow in challenge. Your free hand weaves into the back of his head, pulling him back down so you can press a teasing kiss into his neck. When he stiffens above you, you sink your teeth in, marking him as yours, which he’d always been. At his hiss of ecstasy, your hips buck up to drag against his bare erection, nearly able to feel how wet you’d gotten through your panties and through your jeans.

“Such a tease,” he grounds out, his purple eyes burning with a dangerous desire, “Who taught you to be such a brat? Cause I know it wasn’t me.”

Your eyes flare with indignation, despite how badly your body literally quivers for him

“Not a brat. You’ve just always been a sore loser,” you taunt, pressing another heated kiss into his pounding jugular, this time letting your tongue tease him.

With a feral growl, you find both of your hands pinned above your head with just one of Caleb’s bigger hands, his grip punishing and addicting. He pushes his cock right into your inner thighs, giving you a taste of what’s to come.

“You’re going to regret that, baby.”

With his free hand, he undoes the buttons on your blouse, yanking it open. Your coat had long been forgotten, probably somewhere on the couch, leaving you completely naked before him. You hadn’t worn a bra since you’d been stuck inside for the last three days, and with Caleb being at the base most of the time, you didn’t see the point.

You yelp as the cool air-conditioned breeze hits your bare nipples, not noticing the way Caleb’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating like he’d been concussed.

“Why aren’t you…” he trails off, his eyes doing their damn best to stare into your eyes and not at the soft plush of your breasts. The way your beautiful skin leads up to your hardened nipples that are just begging to be tasted. He doesn’t finish his thought, swearing like a sailor.

Caleb’s violet eyes search yours, pleading with you.

“Tell me one more time.”

You trace his jaw with your fingertips, trying to ignore how painfully exposed you feel. His eyes flutter shut, his cheek nuzzling into your hand. Like a puppy.

But when his eyes open again, there’s a ravenous fire that reminds you more of a rabid wolf than a sweet little house pet.

“Tell me you want this. Because...” he pauses, his fingers tracing down your collar, stopping right before the swell of your chest.

“I can’t go back to playing house. I can’t go back to pretending to be your big brother. Not when I’ve tasted you.”

Your heart flutters, core tightening, at his simultaneously sweet and filthy words. Gently wriggling one hand free, you grab his finger that rests on your collar, guiding his hand down. Caleb’s breathing grows incredibly heavy and off-beat as he watches you lead his hand to cup your breast.

You bring his face to yours, whispering, “Caleb…”

“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Caleb’s eyes widen noticeably, cursing, “God you–you’re so fucking beautiful. Especially when you say my name like that. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

With one hand still pinned above you, the other holding his hand to your chest, you crane your neck up, pressing your forehead to his.

“Show me, Caleb.”

At the sound of his name rolling off your perfect tongue yet again, Caleb snaps. Gone was the chivalrous restraint he’d been hell bent on exhibiting.

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling your chin to his, consuming you in a mind numbing kiss. You’re so distracted by his tongue against yours that you don’t notice when his fingers close around your nipple, rolling it torturously.

You tear your lips away with a moan, your back arching into him.

Caleb chuckles, between trailing kisses down to your chest, “Needy little thing, huh?”

You’re about to snark back at him until he takes one of your nipples into his lips, letting his tongue circle it tenderly. You bite your lip to stop the embarrassing sounds that threaten to escape, the warmth of his mouth driving you to insanity.

Caleb snakes one hand to your lip, gently unfurling it from your teeth. He’s still attentively devouring you when he forces himself to tear away for one second.

“Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me,” his voice is commanding, every bit of the Farspace Colonel you’d come to know. Except this time, the Colonel makes you shiver with desire and not fear.

His thumb presses deeper, teasing your tongue. Growing impatient with how you hold back your cries, he sinks his teeth into your hardened nipple.

“Nngh–Caleb!” you all but scream. You can feel him smiling against your chest before he alternates to the other, drunk on the noises you cry for him. The taste of your skin on his tongue.

“You always were so good for me.”

With his lips latched onto you, he uses his free hand to unbutton your pants, tugging them down until you’re in nothing but your soaked panties. His fingers trickle down, teasing the waistband. Before he goes further, he grips your chin, bringing your hazy eyes to his.

“More?” he murmurs tenderly, trying to get a temperature check on how you feel. He’d be damned if he ever made you unhappy again.

You sit up on your elbows, peering down at him. He’s flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, his lips shiny with saliva. You let yourself revel in how devastatingly handsome he is, a sinful thought you’d denied yourself many times before.

God, you needed him so fucking badly.

Desperate to make up for years of lost kisses, you pull him in for another. When you finally pull away, you press his forehead against yours, your breath uneven, noses touching.

“More. Please.”

Caleb grins, “That’s my girl.”

Pushing you back against the bed, he sucks a trail of hickeys from your neck, to your breasts, down to your stomach.

In between his kisses, he murmurs, “Let me worship you like I’ve always wanted to.” You whine when he gets to your legs, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. Your instinct is to pull away, acutely aware of how close he was to your soaking panties.

But Caleb’s fingers dig into the plush of your hips, effectively locking you against his desperate breath and wild eyes. He continues his relentless attack on your quivering thighs, purposely letting his nose brush against your panties, using his fingers to tease them to the side, letting his warm breath caress your most sensitive parts.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Caleb growls, almost in awe, “God, you spoil me.” He’s so close that he can smell you, his mouth literally watering in anticipation.

You whine, at your wit’s end, “Caleb, don’t tease.”

“Always so impatient,” he chuckles with a crooked grin, “I didn’t hold myself back for nearly a decade just to rush this.”

You groan in frustration, tears nearly forming in your eyes from the pure desperation, “You’re such a–hnngh!”

You cut yourself off with a breathy cry, more of a screech, when Caleb presses his tongue into the soaked fabric of your panties, nearly wedging himself into your leaking lips.

He groans as he tastes you. Even through the fabric you taste like a fucking drug. If heaven had a taste…this would be it.

“I’m such a what, princess?” Caleb chuckles breathlessly into your pussy, using your same teasing taunt from earlier.

You’re about to reach over to smack him when Caleb finds your clit, even through the underwear, his lips sucking obsessively. Your hips buck up into his mouth, back arching off the bed, only to have Caleb press his big hand into your stomach, pushing you back down.

“Dreamt about this, you know?” he grunts into you, practically taking a deep inhale of your intoxicating pheromones, his nose pressed into your underwear, as his tongue works you into a frenzy. He renders you unable to speak, even though you want to beg him to move your panties to the side.

He licks another stripe, this time between your lips and all the way until the tip of his tongue strokes your clit, making you squeal.

“Dreamt of how you’d smell.” He can’t help but breathe in a shaky breath, intoxicated by you, drunk off your scent.

“Dreamt of how you’d taste.” He finally tugs your panties down your thighs, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of your naked core, glistening for him. Like a hormonal teenage boy.

“Hah–Caleb!” you’re cut off when his lips latch onto your bare clit, suckling gently as his fingers start to tease your folds, gathering up your copious slick with his fingertips and smearing it around.

“Dreamt of how you’d call my name. Just like that, babygirl.” He continues to devour you like a five course meal, better than any recipe he’d ever perfected. You tasted so divine on his tongue, he feared he’d never come back from this. Never be able to be without you. Always wanting to dive in between your legs, devour you until the only thing that dared leave your lips was his name.

“God you taste…” he can’t even complete his thought before his tongue is wedged between your slit again, lapping you up greedily. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to tease him, your eyes fluttering backwards.

“Can you take a finger, princess?” he groans shakily, practically begging. His breath is hot on your sensitive core, making you tremble.

“Y-Yes–mmf–please,” you huff, fingers carding through his hair as he nuzzles happily between your thighs. Like a bear with a honeypot.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes against you before slipping one finger into you. You gasp, the sting from just one digit taking you by surprise–thicker and longer than your own. But it doesn’t necessarily hurt.

Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on licking up the honey between your legs and not how unbelievably tight you are around just one finger. His cock leaks with the urgent need to feel you, and with how beautifully you’re unraveling for him, he has to fight from cumming untouched.

“You’re so…tight,” Caleb groans, almost in awe. He only had one finger in you. And you felt like that. You can only respond in a string of strangled moans, completely lost in the sensations that ripple through every nerve ending.

“Sh-shit,” he mutters, imagining what you’d feel like wrapped around his length as you clenched against his one finger. You were dangerous.

“Gonna need to stretch you out. Can you take another, sweet girl?”

You nod, not really knowing what he’s saying–too lost in this whole new world of ecstasy Caleb is introducing to you. But you trusted him with your entire life.

Gently, Caleb adds another one of his lengthy fingers. You wince at the stretch, the pain ebbing over the pleasure, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Caleb instantly stills, suddenly hovering above you, his fingers still deep inside you. His purple eyes are crinkled in concern, his free hand brushing the stray strands of hair off your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmurs tenderly, his thumb catching stray tears, “You with me?”

You writhe, still adjusting to the stretch of his second finger, the pain dulling slowly. His still fingers start to feel unnatural, the need for friction growing with every passing second.

“I’m–angh–I’m good,” you pant, “C-Caleb–please. Move.”

Caleb nearly chokes, his cock lurching at your tearful and needy plea. He slowly starts to move his fingers in and out of you again with the utmost gentleness.

“You’re doing so good for me, Y/N,” he pants, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay, “So wet and–hah fuck–warm.”

You whine at his praises, your gut knotting in excitement, the sensation returning back to a tingling pleasure.

Caleb gently scissors his two fingers, pressing his tongue against your core once more, desperate for another taste.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he rasps in between sucking at your sensitive bud, “Feel good, princess? You like it when I praise you?”

You whine, nodding as best as you can, too far gone to feel ashamed. Your heart squeezes when you suddenly wonder just how Caleb had become so skilled with his fingers, with his tongue.

But you’re pulled out of those thoughts when the man in question starts flicking his tongue with renewed vigor and passion. An overwhelming pressure builds in your gut that makes you writhe with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Caleb presses you back down, flat against the bed, “Tell me, baby. Let me hear you.” He jerks his fingers, simultaneously flicking his tongue against your clit. His hips buck repeatedly, groaning into your core as he fucks into the mattress.

The lewd sounds of his fingers inside you makes your cheeks burn with want. The vibrations that roll off his tongue and straight into you send you reeling.

“C-Caleb, it feels–I-I can’t..take much more,” you squeal, feeling like your abdomen is going to burst. You almost want to shove him off, overwhelmed by your impending orgasm. Yet you can’t get enough of his hand, his mouth, on you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against you, fingers still inside you, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your breathing grows erratic, reduced to nothing but cries and moans, as he quickens his pace, curling his fingers to a hypersensitive part inside you. Your eyes go wide as the tension in your belly combusts, pleasure searing through your entire body like a wildfire.

Your fingers dig into the comforter, your back arching off the mattress. Caleb groans as he listens to your unabashed cries, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Angh–Caleb! Oh God,” you whimper as he continues to devour you, even when you’re gushing. If it didn’t feel so mind blowing you’d be embarrassed that you were dripping quite literally on his face.

“Fuck–dreamt of how you’d fall apart for me, just like this. But you’re…so much fucking better than my silly little fantasies.”

His fingers start to slow as your body trembles with overstimulation. You watch as he withdraws them, entranced by how they glisten and drip with you. With how exquisite you taste, intensified by just how many times he’d fantasized about this very scenario, he can’t help but lick his fingers absolutely clean.

You shakily sit up on your elbows, a mix of mortified and turned on watching him drunk off your slick. Your chest and gut both flutter, your teeth clamping down on your lip.

You wanted to taste him too.

Standing on your knees with him, you wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise as you press your lips to his. His grunt is swallowed by your eager tongue, the taste of yourself confusingly arousing as you kiss him fervently.

His hands hold your waist tight against him as he kisses you passionately, reverently. You can feel his massive erection against your stomach, his skin soft and burning against yours. It leaks profusely, smearing against your naval.

Eagerly, breaking away for only seconds, you lift Caleb’s shirt up, scrambling to get it off of him, wanting him to be as exposed as you.

While you have him off guard, you weave one of your hands with his, clasping your palms together. Resonance always came effortlessly to Caleb and you–as natural as breathing. Using your Evol, you manipulate Caleb’s gravity Evol, flipping him beneath you and onto the bed. Your tongue is still tangled with his as you lay atop him, swallowing his chuckles. Your cheeks warm as you try and summon your most alluring self, pressing soft and heated kissing down his jaw, into his thrumming pulse, his thick shoulders.

“You’re so damn cheeky,” he groans, voice gravelly with pent up need, inexplicably turned on by the way you can control his Evol like second nature. His cock twitches as your lips make their way down his body, needing to be buried inside you more than ever.

As you descend further, lips at his abdomen, your intent becomes clear to Caleb. And while the thought of your lips around his dick makes him twitch like a virgin, which he unabashedly was, his impatience to be inside you grows to a painful peak.

He sits up, his hands finding your chin and tilting you to look at him. His voice is ragged, barely holding back the animalistic desire he feels for you.

“Hey, no. You don’t have to. Let me worship you today.”

He doesn’t mention that the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, nearing his painfully hard erection has him just about ready to come undone. Untouched.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back down. You don’t push very hard but he lets himself fall back, weak to your every want and whim.

“Haven’t you always wanted this, gege?” you grin teasingly, unsure where your confidence comes from. Your lips brush against the veins on his pelvis that lead to his very excited member. He jerks involuntarily, cursing under his breath–the familiar pet name now carrying an entirely new meaning.

“Sweethe–fuck,” Caleb chokes as your lips find their way around his thick leaking tip, deliberating shutting him up.

You do your best to pull your teeth back, not having much experience doing this, especially not with one so…big.

But big was an understatement. Caleb was…massive. He had girth as well as length, two prominent veins painted across the pink skin, standing incredibly tall against his abdomen.

Maybe you should be scared–terrified, of how that would fit inside you later. But it only makes you want to please him more.

Caleb’s fingers unconsciously find their way into your hair, tugging ever so gently. He does his best to stop himself from thrusting up into your impossibly tight throat.

“Hah–s’fucking…” he groans, voice haggard and forced as if he can’t breathe, “God, always knew that pretty little mouth would be perfect.”

His words encourage you to dare further, your tongue flicking against his leaking head, lapping up the leaking beads of his arousal. It’s surprisingly sweet, tinged with saltiness, no doubt from his addiction to apples, which makes it easier for you to take him deeper.

Caleb’s hips thrust up gently, his inexperienced excitement nearly controlling him completely. You relish in the way he almost uses your throat for his pleasure, slightly ashamed to think about how many times you’d imagined Caleb using you roughly.

Your thighs clench at the thought, a throaty moan escaping. Caleb’s hips stutter as the deep vibrations of your cry push him closer to painting your mouth milky white.

His voice comes out hoarse, almost harsh, “That’s enough, sweetheart. Come here.” He gently lifts your chin, his impossibly thick cock still buried down your tight throat.

You whine, not stopping, wanting him to come as undone as he had rendered you. Your whine only sends Caleb closer to the edge with a strangled hiss.

You feel the familiar feeling of his Evol wrapping around you, lifting you off, and throwing you under him. You roll your eyes as he hovers above you, his eyes level with yours.

“Always throwing me around with your Evol,” you grumble as if you hadn’t done the same thing moments ago.

Caleb grins, the entire room nearly lighting up with his handsome smile. His fingers trace down your lip to your throat, his hand wrapping around it gently.

“Would you rather I throw you around myself? That can be arranged.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls his pants the rest of the way down, giving you a brief reprieve to really admire his naked body. Caleb had always been well built, even in high school. But now, as he hovered above you, you were painfully reminded of just how much Caleb had grown up.

There was a reason Caleb attracted women left and right all throughout your lives. It literally got so excessive to the point he’d ask you to show up to campus and pretend to be his girlfriend to stop the countless advances. But now, after the explosion, after assuming the position of Colonel of the Farspace Fleet…

He was unreal.

Caleb chuckles, a teasing glint in his violet eyes as he grazes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “Careful pip-squeak, any longer and you might start drooling.”

When you only respond with a silent glare and a gentle punch to his chest, his very muscled chest, Caleb grins and presses a tender kiss to your pouting lips.

“Later, we will discuss why you’re so good at that. For now…” he trails off hoarsely, entirely serious, despite his teasing tone.

“For now let me show you what you’ve done to me, hm? How utterly you have destroyed me for anyone else.”

Your heart flutters at his words, throat prickly with emotions. Was it really possible that the two of you had felt the same way about each other for nearly your entire lives, both unwilling to speak up?

“How many times I told myself I was crazy, that I was just supposed to be your gege.”

He takes the base of his thick erection into his hand.

“How I had to physically remove myself from the house when you’d wear those god-forsaken shorts.”

He drags himself up and down your leaking core, gathering up your arousal and lathering it against his burning cock. God you were so unbearably wet he had to fight from diving back face first in between your legs.

“How painfully I’d ache when you curled up next to me, claiming to be scared of the thunder.”

He intentionally presses his tip harshly into your clit, making your eyes roll and your hips buck, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips.

His voice grows strained as he lines himself up with your entrance. While you were anxious of what you knew was coming, your body craves him like no other, your hips instinctively grinding, as if to impale yourself on him.

“How completely you own my heart.”

Caleb captures your lips in a searing kiss, eagerly consuming your cries of satisfaction as he gently rubs his engorged head against your unbearably tight heat. The anticipation eats at you, but you find yourself pulling your lips away.

“I-I’ve never…” you murmur shyly, trailing off, hoping he gets the message without needing you to spell it out. You grip the sheets nervously, your knuckles white.

Caleb’s eyes snap to yours, so quickly his neck nearly cricks. There’s an unprecedented swirling fire in his irises. He hisses, a string of curses that you can’t quite make out, the hand holding the base of his cock shaking.

“You can’t just…You’re trying to kill me aren’t you, pip-squeak?” he growls, restraint hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He buries his face into your neck, taking deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.

“Is that bad?”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, holding your face in his hands, letting his erection rub freely against your slicked pussy.

“No. No. But you’re making it impossible not to…” he groans, slamming his palm down onto the bed.

He sits up, taking your jaw into his hands, cupping your face with all the adoration in this world and the next.

“I haven't either. I’ve only ever wanted you. In high school, at the Academy…In this life, and every life after.”

“Ever since you held my hand for the first time, I’ve been yours.”

His words are so utterly devastating–sincere and painfully raw. It makes your chest constrict, your breath choked off. You find yourself rendered speechless again, despite how many confessions of your own were swirling in your mind, threatening to burst.

Instead, you pull him towards your lips, only able to convey the depth of your own devotion with your actions. Caleb grunts into you, relenting as you demand entrance to his mouth. You lose yourself in him, guiding him to reposition himself at your entrance.

Caleb nips at your bottom lip, his painfully hard dick in his hands once more, pressing gently into you.

You rip your mouth away in a pained squeal as he enters you, stretching you in ways you’d never fathomed. You’re so lost in the sting you don’t even notice the way Caleb’s knees buckle, his palm shooting out to catch himself before he falls on top of you, a string of hoarse expletives escapes him.

Caleb’s fingers gently brush away the hair that's fallen onto your face, the graze of his soft skin momentarily distracting you from the burning ache. His touch is so unbearably tender, it completely masks the way he’s falling apart at the seams, fighting his body’s instinct to explode white and hot inside of you.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting from your jaw into your neck, “You’re so perfect for me. Can you take a little bit more?”

The muscles of your thighs quiver violently at the strain of your body trying to accommodate his stupidly large dick. And while it burns like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

In the mush that he’s rendered your brain, you can vaguely hear yourself babbling, “C-Caleb–nngh–I-I can take more. Always wanted you–ngah–s’bad.”

Caleb’s amethyst eyes blacken, his jaw tightening sharply.

“Y/N…you can’t just say things like that–say my name like that and expect me to–hah–keep it together,” he rasps, the thin thread of restraint, on the verge of snapping.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears spilling from the corner of your eyes. Your fingernails dig into the thick ropes of muscles in his shoulders, pulling him closer. The sting makes his teeth clench, inadvertently sinking another inch into you.

“Mnngh–need you Caleb, I’ve always n-needed you,” you whimper, lips against his ear. Caleb stiffens.

“Fuck–okay baby. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”

You look down as he sinks yet another inch into you, his vein throbbing as it tries to nestle into you. Even through the searing stretch, you’re mesmerized by just how big he is, and how he’s fitting himself so perfectly inside you. The muscles of Caleb’s abdomen tremble with restraint, doing his best to keep from pounding into you.

Caleb kisses your cheek, softly licking up your stray tears.

“G-God the real thing is so much better than anything I could’ve ever dreamt up,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tenderly as he tries to bottom out, “Wanted this–wanted you for so damn long.”

The initial pain had ebbed into a dull ache that was quickly bleeding into the same ecstasy he’d just given you with his tongue.

“Ngah–wanted you since I can remember Caleb,” you confess brokenly, thick with the release of imprisoned emotions. You do your best to reach your shaky hand up to his perfect face, moving his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes. He leans into your touch on instinct, that boyish charm returning to his face as his eyes shut in pure adoration.

“A-always…hah–have. So badly.”

Caleb groans at the genuinity in your confession, his normally purple eyes blackened almost entirely.

“So–nngh–you feel so incredible. I shouldn’t have wasted so much fucking time,” he groans, thrusting the rest of the way, bottoming out in your perfect little cunt.

Your cries are half way between a squeal and a moan as you feel him hit your cervix, pain blending overwhelmingly with the vast sea of pleasure.

“Caleb, s’too big–it’s too much,” you wail, feeling nearly split in half as his cock throbs inside of you, pulsing with the primal need to mark you. You look down and nearly yelp when you see his massive erection buried between your thighs–it was far too massive.

“You can, baby. You can take it,” he groans, bucking his hips ever so slightly, desperate for the feeling of your heavenly walls wringing him.

“Be a good girl, yeah? For me?” Caleb murmurs, his teeth nipping at your pulse, which earns him a beautiful moan from you. Your stomach flutters at his deceptively innocent pleas, your deep-rooted desire to please him, your perfect gege, taking over.

Your eyelids feel unbearably heavy as you stare into his heated irises, nodding eagerly.

Caleb exhales a shaky breath, bending down to press a burning kiss to your lips. You return it with equal fervor, whining when he pulls away, too quick for your liking.

He chuckles breathlessly, wiping the drool from your lip tenderly, “Say it, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.” He punctuates his demand with the slightest shift of his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to brush against a particularly sensitive spot in you.

“Oh god Caleb–! I can take it, I can take it, please!”

Caleb hisses as his hips start to move. He hikes your thigh up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, caging him against you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear, holding you impossibly closer to him as his pelvis snaps into your skin. The sound of wet skin colliding against each other rings loudly in your ear, lewd and filthy.

His thrusts are erratic, trying to find a suitable rhythm without losing his mind and taking you like a rabid beast. His other hand kneads at your breast, fingers toying with your perfectly pebbled nipples.

“Hah–taking me so well, always–nngh–knew you’d be absolutely perfect wrapped around me. Thought about it so many damn times.”

You bite your lip so hard you think you might draw blood, squeezing your eyes shut as his movements quickly blur the line between pleasure and pain. Your eyes flutter open when you feel Caleb’s thumb against your lip, prying your teeth away.

“Look at me Y/N. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Despite his rough movements, his eyes are jarringly tender, looking at you so adoringly–as if he wasn’t rutting into you like a madman.

You force your eyes open, blinking rapidly with the weight of the ecstasy raining down on your body. You briefly look down at where he’s connected to you, too fucked out to even notice the reddish-pink sheen coating Caleb’s member.

When your eyes flutter shut again, Caleb tsks, pressing his palm against the hypnotizing bulge against your stomach. Physically being able to see where he was buried so perfectly inside you drove him just to the edge of cumming, unable to stop himself from touching it.

Your eyes widen, squealing as you feel your walls harshly clamping down on his cock, nestled right at your g-spot. Caleb himself falters at the sensation, growling as he twitches uncontrollably inside you.

That was a mistake. You were already impossibly tight as it was, making you bare down on him only served to push him headfirst into the climax he’d been staving off.

“Baby,” he pants raggedly, “Nngh–shit–!” His hips stutter, knees buckling, burying himself into the curve of your neck. He bites down on your pulsing skin, forcing himself to pull out of your warm embrace, as he releases seemingly endless ropes of thick milky cum onto your beautiful stomach.

You whine at the loss of him buried inside of you, your core fluttering around nothing. You prop your chin up, getting lost in the way he paints your stomach, fisting himself furiously through his climax.

“Can’t control myself around you,” he grits through his orgasm, jaw slacking, “Not anymore.” Every defined muscle of his toned body quivers with the power of his orgasm.

Shivering at the sensation of his burning release splattering on your abdomen, you reach up to cup his face as he cums. Of course, he leans into your touch on instinct, the onslaught of emotions intensifying his climax.

Your body aches at the hollowness, but it quickly dissipates as you watch Caleb’s face, beads of sweat pebbling his skin, contorted in a pleasure so intense, a pleasure you’d given him. Squirming at the sight of him, still spurting cum, your fingers find your clit desperately.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you touch yourself to the image of him writhing above you. Not even a split second later, you feel the pull of gravity, your wrist being yanked away and pinned above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You whine as Caleb presses back against you, his cock replacing where your fingers had just been, “Y-You already–You don’t have to force yourself Caleb. I can–”

Your words are caught in your throat when Caleb lines himself back up with you, smearing the combined arousal messily around, teasing you relentlessly.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you,” he grins widely, using his clean hand to realign himself. You glance down and realize Caleb is still unbearably hard, even after the absurd amount he’d painted your stomach with.

He slips back into you, your eyes rolling back at the familiar stretch. Except it’s so much more intense this time, your body knowing just what Caleb could do to you, and craving it like nothing else.

“Oh God just like that, Caleb–please!” you cry, pride gone with the wind, as he starts an earth-shattering rhythm, hips rolling into you with precision and purpose.

Caleb curses, the oversensitivity heightening every sensation, every desperate thrust into your perfect angel cunt, “Tell me, princess. How do I make you feel?”

You try to force your mind to cooperate and find the words that you want to say, “Feels…feels so–mnngh–Caleb!”

You can vaguely hear him laughing warmly as your mind goes blank, the thick head of his leaking cock pounding into you ruthlessly. He’d practically mapped out every sensitive nook of your pussy and he fully intended on taking advantage.

He gently grabs your throat with his free hand, applying pressure with only his fingertips and not his palm.

“Hm? Feels like what, sweetheart?” His thrusts slow to a tortuous pace, enough to have you squirming for more but not enough to push you over the edge of release. And he knows it.

“Caleb, don’t fucking tease me,” you whine breathlessly, “Hah–Pleease.” Your hips move against his pelvis, trying to chase the pleasure yourself.

“Needy little brat,” he murmurs affectionately, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

With those words Caleb starts pounding into you with renewed vigor, hell-bent on making you cum just as hard as he just did. His fingers wedge between your joined bodies, easily finding your clit and rubbing just how he knows you like. The familiar tension in your gut builds at an alarming speed, your body desperate to release after being even slightly edged.

“In return, you can show me how much you’ve wanted this, hm?”

His knowing words, the underlying authority in them, make you whimper with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. The combination of his relentless touch, his filthy whisperings,

Fuck, the Colonel of the Farspace Feet was your absolute undoing.

Caleb’s own muscles tense as his sensitive cock, hardened beyond belief again, starts to twitch inside you once more. You’d literally just milked him dry and he still couldn’t get enough. He probably never would.

“Oh god, so c-close Caleb!”

“Yeah? Show me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck you senseless, baby.”

He punctuates his demand with a twitch of his fingers against your clit, driving so deeply into you that you nearly choke. Your back arches so deeply it hurts, the cold feeling of his cum still painted across your stomach, a long forgotten sensation in the back of your mind.

“How much you want to cum on your gege’s cock.”

Your body shudders as you come undone explosively against his violent thrusts. Your fingers dig into his biceps, making Caleb hiss with satisfaction, his eyes unable to tear away from your gorgeous face as you cum on him.

“Oh god–please! Mnngh Caleb, c-cumming. Wan’ to cum for you s’bad! Don’t stop–please!”

Caleb groans at your filthy words, his own hips stuttering as he fucks you through the endless waves of pleasure, feeling every contraction of your perfect little cunt.

“Juuust like that, give it to me sweetheart.”

Your thighs tremble violently as he rocks you through the unprecedented pleasure. With your eyes rolled back, your tongue slightly lolled out, crying out for him repeatedly. Caleb can’t stop himself.

In your fucked out state, you can vaguely feel the caress of his gravity Evol, his hands still busy working at your clit and your breasts. It maneuvers your thighs so that they’re pressed firmly into your chest, nearly folding you in half. He uses his Evol to grab a pillow, throwing it under your lower back, completely changing the angle at which he ruts into you.

“C-Caleb–” you gasp, eyes wide as the pleasure turns sharp, “S’too much. Feels…”

Despite feeling unbearably sensitive, your eyes still flutter in bliss. You want to tell him to stop, but your body physically refuses, still curling up to meet his thrusts. At this new angle, your knees nearly on either side of your head, his cock practically buries itself into your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he rambles, “I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t stop. “A little more, yeah? You can take a little bit more for me, right baby?” Just by his voice alone, you can tell he’s on the verge of another powerful orgasm.

Something about the way his violet eyes bleed with desperation, with devotion. Your body finds its way inexplicably bending to his every will, readying itself to take more of him. Even through the sting of overstimulation, even through the ache of how deeply he has your body folded into a mating press.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum smearing messily across your stomach, you sit up to press your forehead against his, your hips screaming in protest as your body is bent even further.

“Cum–mnngh–Cum inside me Caleb, want to feel you. Need you s’bad.”

Caleb’s eyes widen, his rough movements nearly stuttering to a complete stop.

“What? Don’t play with me right now, Y/N,” he seethes through grit teeth, willing his hips to stay still, “You can’t just–hah fuck–say that.”

Your eyes roll at Caleb’s slow and controlled thrusts, each one deeper and more punctuated than the last. You force your mind to cooperate, fingers weaving into his hair, “M’serious. Please Caleb, for me?”

Caleb swears, picking up his pace again, each thrust deliberately bruising past your g-spot, stretching you to your breaking point.

“God, you know I can’t say no to you,” he growls, “You know how many times I’ve thought about filling you up?”

“You can say—nngh—no, you just don’t want to,” you playfully quip through your tear-blurred vision. Caleb’s jaw ticks at your blatant teasing.

“The mouth on you…” he nearly murmurs, voice gruff and controlled, “Let’s give that filthy little tongue something else to do.”

You let out a high pitched whine when Caleb thrusts harder. You feel him trail two fingers along your stomach, the moist sensation of him catching some of his cum making you convulse as you near another orgasm.

When Caleb brings his right hand up to you, slick fingers brushing against your lips, you can’t even protest. Because you want it. But he absolutely did not need to know that.

“Open,” he murmurs, clean thumb stroking your chin, two dripping fingers so close they almost graze your lips.

You want to curse your traitorously submissive body because your mouth parts on instinct, allowing Caleb to put two fingers into your mouth, pressing gently onto your tongue.

The taste of his salty-sweet pearly essence renders you a submissive desperate mess, your hands coming to grasp his forearm as you clean his digits, peering at him through your eyelashes.

He groans, a strangled curse on the tip of his tongue, as he watches you suck on his fingers. His pupils are blown, drinking in the sight of you, hips faltering, overwhelmed by how fucking beautifully you fall apart for him. How effortlessly you unravel him.

“Just like that, princess,” he coos, “God, it’s like you were–hah–created in a lab to drive me insane.”

You whine against his fingers, feeling an orgasm more violent than a hurricane brewing in your core. Your pelvis aches with the weight at which he fucks you into the mattress but all you can feel is him. And the otherworldly sensations he rains down upon you, your body’s pleasure already second nature to him.

“Now be a good girl and cum again.”

His skilled thrusts, his animalistic demand, his smoldering purple eyes that watch you with a terrifying blend of obsession and devotion–it’s all enough to send you plummeting towards your third climax of the night.

In your nearly blacked out state, you don’t even remember that Caleb’s fingers are still toying with your tongue when you bite down to stay conscious amidst your explosive finish. He chokes, knees buckling, but doesn’t flinch–nor does he withdraw his hand. In fact, he only seems to fall deeper into the abyss that is you.

“Shit–shit, Y/N!” Caleb’s moans wash across your lips, his damp forehead against yours, letting you bite down on the fingers of his right hand. Reveling in the sensation of your teeth digging into his digits, your perfect gummy walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, the pain pushing him over the edge, “Take it all for me, yeah? You can do that for me right, baby?”

His words make your entire body tighten up even further, biting harder, squeezing tighter. The wet sounds of your arousal against his pelvis, pounding into your thighs, mixed with your screams of his name have him all but combusting, exploding white, hot, and plenty inside of you.

“I can–I can!” you practically beg, drunk off the feeling of him exploding inside you, “W-Want it–want more.” His fingers fall from your lips as you speak–much to his dismay.

Caleb groans, unable to stop rutting inside of you at your heated pleas, using the frictionless thrusts to push his cum as deeply inside of you as he can.

“There’s my perfect girl–nngh–take it all. Look at you, taking every last drop for me.”

Your hips ache in protest, but in your fucked out bliss you can’t find yourself saying anything but his name, repeatedly, tenderly, reverently. The feeling of him inside of you, the bulge of his cock visible on your naval, the warmth of his cum almost ebbing to even your fingers, his unbearably sweet and filthy words.

“Caa–leb,” you moan brokenly, the intense overstimulation clearing your hazy mind.

Caleb presses his lips to yours, still gently thrusting into you. You whine into his mouth as he pushes your thighs deeper into your chest.

He kisses you absolutely breathless, a line of spit trailing from your lips to his as he pulls away.

“Yeah, princess?”

You desperately tap his broad chest, “Heaavy.”

Caleb chuckles, shifting his weight off of you, leaving his dick inside you still. You moan when you can finally put your legs down, every muscle in your body aching and trembling.

“Sorry pip-squeak, got carried away,” he murmurs tenderly, shifting all his weight onto his elbows, still hovering above you, cock still nestled inside you.

You squeak when he twitches inside you, feeling incredibly sore.

“Caleb, if you don’t pull out of me right now…” you grumble with a playful glare, “Say goodbye to your penis.”

Caleb chuckles, forcing himself to pull out of you despite how his body aches to stay inside you. He groans as he slips out, a moan of your own escaping as you flutter emptily.

“Always resorting to violence.”

You briefly peek at him, still kneeling between your legs. He’s still hard, faint streaks of pink mixed with both your essences. With his Evol, he catches a box of tissues in his hand, tenderly cleaning the mess between your legs, and then himself. You wince at the sight of blood on the tissues and look away.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the afterglow of each other’s last night together. You don’t see when Caleb grabs your used panties, wet with your arousal and his saliva, stuffing them into the side of the mattress. To retrieve later.

Caleb flops down beside you. You’re about to lay your head on his chest when you feel him lifting you, with his arms this time and not his Evol.

“Hey!” you yelp, but he only gently places you on top of him, pressing your cheek into his chest, right where his heart thrums. Your previous resistance dissipates, as you hum happily, nuzzling into his embrace.

He laughs breathlessly, running his fingers through your hair gently.

“You’re like the stray cat that would show up at our door every morning. Hissing and swatting when we tried to pet her, purring and mewling when we gave her our breakfast scraps.”

You smack his chest lightly.

“Ow,” he chuckles lightheartedly, “Nevermind, at least that cat was nice sometimes.”

The silence washes over the pair of you. It’s comfortable and warm, but a heavy tension hangs in the air, both of you knowing the bubble will pop once the unspoken words are uttered.

“Caleb…” you start gently, but he squeezes you tighter against him.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, almost a plea, “Just…don’t say it. Not yet.”

Your heart clenches at his vulnerability, not knowing how to console him. You both know what’s coming.

Pressing a tender kiss into his chest, you prop yourself up to look at him, his amethyst eyes bright under the soft ambient lighting.

“I can’t stay in Skyhaven.”

You choose your words carefully, but Caleb and you both know what you’ve left unsaid.

I can’t stay with you.

Caleb is silent, though his grip on you tightens imperceptibly, his heartbeat quickening alarmingly.

“I know.”

His voice is small, arms holding you tighter. As if you might disappear right then and there. To him, you might as well be.

“I know I can’t keep you here, even if it’s for your safety. No matter…how much I want to.”

He strokes your naked back, trying to commit every ridge, every goosebump to memory, “I…I don’t know how to take care of you anymore.”

Your chest throbs inexplicably at his words. That’s what you’d wanted him to see all this time, isn’t it? That he’d stuffed you into a cage, plucking your feathers until you could no longer fly.

“You could come back with me,” you say, “Linkon is your home too.” You're only half serious; you knew he couldn’t just leave the Fleet.

Caleb smiles up at you, but it’s a haunted, bittersweet smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. In fact, his eyes are as hollow as you’ve ever seen them, almost staring right past you, into a blackhole behind you.

“I can’t leave.”

Those three simple words, raw and unfiltered–his soft and broken face, remind you of the Caleb you thought you had lost. The Caleb you were so desperately trying to get back.

He really was right in front of you.

Like the sun finally coming out after a day of rain, it dawns on you that maybe Caleb had never been your captor–the one who locked you in a gilded prison and watched from outside as your wings fluttered into the golden bars.

You realize that Caleb was a captive bird in that same cage, preening your ruffled, fraying feathers as you struggled, bound by the same fate that chained you.

Except Caleb’s wings were also clipped by the weight of your expectations, imprisoned by the image of him that you’d so desperately clung to. That you forced on him–punishing him when he didn’t fit the mold.

And while you were being set free, he’d stay locked inside that glass cage, watching you fly through the clouds.

Watching the thunderstorm outside, you reminisce, “Do you remember that nest of baby birds in the big tree in front of the house?”

Caleb is taken aback, but he nods, laughing softly, “Yeah. I remember we’d always worry when it rained if the fledglings would be okay.”

The rain patters against the massive windows, just like the days after the birds had hatched.

“You’d always wonder…if the baby birds would fly off once the rainy season ended–going their separate ways. It always made you so sad.”

Caleb stops breathing for a second, unsure why you remember those musings from your childhood. He’d intended them to be inconsequential; he’d never expected you to hold onto them. He keeps his eyes on the unending crystal raindrops streaming down the windows.

“Yeah. I’d always wonder if the birds would come back–after leaving the nest.”

He briefly ponders if you were awake those nights–when he was awakened by nightmares and the only way he could breathe again was to sit by your head as you slept, weaving his fingers with yours. Watching those same baby birds from your window.

You look at him, your chin propped on his chest, leaning into his palm when it comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your voice is tender and melancholic when you finally find the words, pressing a soft kiss to where his heart beats under yours.

“Sometimes, they come back.”

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filthy rich spoiled reader who gets himself taught a lesson by alessio in his room while also being scared about getting caught by anyone at the estate. (alessio does NOT give a fuck)

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you grew up in the comfort parts of society. high class in comparison to the rest. but what happens when you start finding yourself messing with the leader of a rebel group? well, your bratty nature lands you in a bit of a predicament. bent over in your bedroom while the outlaw himself rails you dumb.

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“Talk to me, tesoro. Thought that’s all you’re good for?”

Your tie mocks the strain of your wrists, wrapped tight in a bound to your arching spine. The painful curve induced by an even tighter hand locked in your hair. Tugging every time you hang your head to let your tears of overwhelm hit the floor.

You’ll be clad in long sleeves and turtlenecks for the rest of the week with the bruises, hickies and plethora of bites all over your skin. None of that compared to the constant, hammering feel of his hips. Snapping into the backs of your thighs. Once, twice, thrice.

What is air? A luxury at this point. None of your riches could compare. Not when his swollen tip slams into that devastating bundle of nerves. Your lower lip falls from your teeth. Much like your erect dick bouncing aimlessly with every jerk of a thrust.

“Oh, but - I suppose I’m wrong, right?” Damn that deep croon to your ear. And the tickle of his dark curls on your cheekbone while you’re at it. But how could any of him crawl to the pits with the heaven that he sends you to?

Bent over in your own room. Feet between his shoes. Held like you weigh a feather as he chases bruises on your soft thighs. The claps of wet skin bounce off the walls. Merged with moans. Whines. Strangled gasps.

“You’re also good at taking cock.”

Punctuated with a harsh spank to your ass. Emerald eyes catch the ripple across your skin. He mimics it further by slamming all the way. Grinding. Humping. Any shallow slam to rub on your weak spot and huff struggled breathe from drooling lips.

But that’s not all from the wave of heated breath. A quivered: “Sh-Shut - shut uuppp -” carries in your pants. Tongue once confidently in spits of insult and disrespect now slobbers saliva all over your pristine floor. “Y-You’re a nuisance. An eyesore - a - f-fuchk-!”

Your dick twitches in the large hand squeezed around the base. His fingers are just as skilled as his hips. Cruel pumps and jerks that squirt your cum to the floor with a strangled noise bobbed from your Adam’s apple. All Alessio can do is flash a grin you catch a glimpse of in the mirror at your side. Before both palms snatch your waist and shove you back on his cock that he tames great pleasure in fucking into you faster. Harder. So that the slapping of skin rings through your ears like a sinful, broken record.

“P-Please - please o-oh god - fuckfuckfuck -”

What more can you do but arch? The lift of your spine shoves your ass into his pelvis. He takes it as an invitation to hold you firm against it since you clearly offered. Slam up into you until his balls greet your supple flesh with taps and smacks.

“P-People. . . ‘re gonna hear. Y-You jer- ah!” Another squeeze round your dick for your big mouth. Have you learnt nothing? Not that this is much of a learning experience if you can barely think.

The only thought running through your mind is the stretch of his big cock. The kiss of his veins on all your sweet spots. Their thrum. Your nerves on clear overdrive when he digs a calloused thumb into your tip and strokes until you’re teary.

You’ll squirt his palm all over again if he continues. No that he cares with the rough bucks that he fucks against your quivering hips. The deep chuckle from his throat would have have itched your palms to smack him. Alas, all you could do was wish to cling at his shoulders. Scrape down his back as he pounded you so full.

The creaking of floorboards constantly snapped your fucked-out mind from the depths of overstimulation. Were servants stepping closer. Or worse - your family?

You’d have no time to care when Alessio would withdraw to the tip then slam forward and hit your sweetspot dead on. Brimming tears to your eyes and a groan from the depths of his throat. Those emerald hues flicker to the ring of cream round his cock and he grins through sweat-drenched tresses. “What, they’ll hear? Hear you gettin’ pounded by an outlaw?”

He snaps his hips forward at that. With a power that jerks your poor body. The gasp fleeing your lips melts into a whimper when his fingers choose cruelty to your hair again. Twisting you to face the mirror as his free hand drops to your hip. A smack. A squeeze. Before he’s fucking you back into him like a ragdoll. Shoes planted firmly to the floor as he effortlessly uses your body like a sleeve.

“See what a whore you are? Cummin’ all over your fuckin’ floor and messing up this ‘expensive fabric’?”

His teeth tear into the collar of your shirt. If it weren’t for your tongue hanging out you’d cuss at him. Alas you are too preoccupied with being his little cumdump as he pumps you full once more.

You’d think he’d slow down after his second time spraying your gummy walls white. If anything it rejuvenates his punishing thrusts and turns your thighs to putty as he hammers at a sinful rhythm. Squeezing cum from the both of you and running it down your wobbly legs.

Alessio’s laugh is almost as callous as his hand that snaps around your jaw. “Look at yourself baby. First time taking cock like this? Yeah? Spoilt lil’ rich boy doesn’t know shit ‘bout the real world.”

Softness encases your front. The first in several minutes of being his tight toy. It fades with his heavy weight crushing you into the mattress after the outlaw shoved you into your sheets. Knees knocking yours apart to make way for the barrage of his mercilessly thrusts.

“A-Ah - ah-ah-ah!” Your eyes cross at the centre. He shoves your head to the linen. Another spank. Another grab at your poor, jiggling ass. He spreads you open for his imagination to picture it. Picture his veiny cock splitting you into two. Your tight rim struggling and crying around every inch. Not to mention his cum fucking out of you with every rabid hump.

“Tha’s it, yeah pretty boy. Yeah take it. Fucking whore.” His grunts drip with mockery that pours to your neck with his rough kisses. Your dick grinds and rubs into the linen. Great. Another mess to worry about later. When you come down from the high. Stuffed full of his cum and unable to stop the tremble of your thighs. “Imagine it. ‘magine them coming in - hah - seeing this - seeing you -”

The only thing to stop Alessio’s malicious laugh is the clench of your walls. He smacks your ass again in reprimand. A grunt soon follows. “Now that your ass ‘s nice ‘n full. . . apologise.” Another slam to your sweetspot.

And still, despite your eyes rolling back. Ass getting pounded for all your worth. Who knows how many concerned servants covering their ears through the halls — you wheeze.

“F-Fuck - angh - f-fuck you - fuck you, a-and - and every - god - ‘m n-not sorry-”

Your dick gets a break from the rough rubs of linen when the warm of his fingers encase it after a hand squeezes past your front flushed to the mattress. His thumb goes back to what it does best. Swirling around your tip. Squeezing the slit.

But this time he samples your sticky slick. Savors the feel of it between his fingers. Before he’s shoving your sweetness into your mouth. The pads of his index and middle press on your tongue, just as he’s pressing into the spot that makes you gurgle a sob.

“You taste that, you fuckin’ brat?” The hiss to your ear follows a thrust of his fingers. He hits the back of your throat with no care for how much you slobber all over his hand. “That’s you. Cumming like a fucking whore for me. Now lest you don’t wanna be dumped off in your foyer all creamed up and shaky. Apologise.”

The harsh ram of his cock at an angle tells you he’s not above humiliating you. After all, what’s it to him if a spoilt rich boy gets humiliated by his servants?

You’re the one constantly seeking him out. You’re the one who engages the flirts and mockeries flung across the bar of the Contraire. You’re the one who sneaks out every other day to suck off a serial killer when your parents aren’t looking.

Once he’s done finger-fucking your mouth, he withdraws with a trail of drool attached to his nail beds. Long digits grip your jaw and force your head up. So that he can hear your pretty, pitiful gasps as he shallowly pounds you sore.

“I-I - ‘m - s-sorry -”

“What was that?”

A squeeze to your throat. You gurgle on your spit and limp your head in his hold. Submit to the endless ramming of his hips into yours. Your tummy twisting and insides flaring as you cum a fourth - fifth - sixth time. “I’m - iii’mm so- s’rry - sorry-! Alessio-!”

He’s creaming you again. Stuffing you full and squirting some out to your rippling thighs and bedsheets. If only to chase after another release with the way he starts ploughing you into the sheets. His chuckle hoarse and rough like his teeth clamping on your ear.

“There we go. Finally acting like a good - mnn - fucking slut. Proud of you baby.”

Get ready to be flipped and pounded into the mattress with strong arms hooking your knees. Folding you in half. Making you his pretty boy toy to take his cock. A rich boy so full of cum from an outlaw. A man you should disgust.

One you can’t stop squeezing round the cock of.

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svtswhorehouse · 8 months ago

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HIS BEST GIRL

pairings: bad boy!mingyu x good girl!reader genre: mdni, smut, au warnings: smoking, blowjob gone wrong ????, mentions of mingyu having a monster cock (IT’S A JOKE), oral (m), mingyu trying to orally cock train reader, reader overestimating her abilities, inexperienced reader, mentions of gagging, a few coughing fits, the reader cries, experienced mingyu, MINOR subspace, reader just wants to be called a good girl, she's kinda a brat ngl, some fluff idk how to describe it, mentions of mingyu being a mean dom, he doesn’t cum y’all sorry word count: 3.8k synopsis: with a face and body like kim mingyu, girls tend to swoon and flock around him. you’ve learned to tune out the conversations overtime, but when your mouth seems a little more…stuffed, you begin to realize that maybe the monster cock rumors are true after all.

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Big, big, big.

You let out a whimper, doe eyes rolling up to look at the man peering down at you. Your lips were wrapped firmly around his cock, struggling as he inched himself further and further into your mouth.

So big.

He was so damn big.

From arms to chest, it came as no surprise that Kim Mingyu was a man that worked hard for his body. He tended to coup himself up at the gym, spending hours upon hours lifting weights to gain the muscle he had acquired over the years. As expected, his cock was larger than most, if not, the biggest you have ever seen and the biggest you could have ever possibly imagined. Despite hearing the constant gossip amongst the girls on campus, you have finally gotten a chance to see for yourself and needless to say the monster cock rumors were true.

You have not a clue how you managed to find yourself in this position. In fact, you actually had no clue how you’ve been managing to find yourself in a lot of positions lately. After your escapade with Jeonghan a few days before, it left you excited, eager, and ready for more. You had always been one for learning new things and that intimate experience with him had opened up a whole new world for you – one in which you have never ventured in before.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you did your best to take what Mingyu was giving you. He was only less than half way in and there was still so much more to go. It was impossible. You were sure of it.

It would never fit.

Mingyu however, despite your idling thoughts, loved a good challenge. He knew you could take it. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but he was sure that with just a little bit more practice, he could train you to take his cock with ease.

“Relax.” He said monotonously. His eyes were focused on where his length disappeared into your mouth, a groan forcing to escape from his lips. “You’re fine.” He reassured you as he stilled his hips while you gathered yourself. “Just breathe.”

Listening to him, you took slow breaths through your nose while you adjusted to the foreign feeling of something in your mouth. If it wasn’t his length that killed you, it would most definitely be his girth. It had only been a few minutes and your jaw was beginning to ache already.

It was painfully obvious that you have never done this before and it was embarrassing to say the least. You were sure that other girls in which he has been with managed to take him easily without any complaint, so much more different from you and your lack of experience. For some reason you had the sudden need to show him that you could be just like those girls, maybe even better.

Making a decision that you were in fact not ready for, you rested a hand on Mingyu’s thigh and attempted to slide your mouth further down his cock. However, you definitely seemed to overestimate your abilities as you slightly gagged when it went a little too far and caused you to let out a muffled cough.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Mingyu made a sound of disapproval as he watched you. He fisted at your ponytail, using your hair as leverage to gently pull you up and off of him.

A whine escaped from your lips as soon as his tip slipped out. In such little time you had found yourself used to the feeling of something occupying your mouth and now that it was gone you didn’t enjoy the loss. You tried to dive back on him, but you were met with resistance instead. Mingyu’s hand snaked it’s way to your face as he lent forward on the couch to be somewhat eye level with you.

“What did I tell you?” He asked with a stern voice. His fingers gripped at your jaw to keep you in place, making sure you didn’t shy away from the angry look he was sending your way.

Your eyes were quick to fill with tears, not liking both his tone and the sudden confrontation. You were never the type of person who was fond of getting reprimanded – not when you were younger and not now as well. You tried to avert your attention to elsewhere, but Mingyu tsked in dissatisfaction.

“Nuh-uh. Look at me.”

You typically tended to listen very well in any circumstance so needless to say it came as a surprise that you were acting a little out of the ordinary today. Your behavior was almost beginning to get somewhat bratty and Mingyu could only hope that it wouldn’t continue.

“What did I say?” He asked again. “Before we started this. What did we agree on?”

You bit your lip, suddenly nervous. “To take it slow.” You answered softly, your voice fading out as you spoke the words.

“Mhm.” He nodded. “So why are we rushing things huh? I told you it’s not going to happen in one day, didn’t I?”

You shrugged, vaguely remembering that it took some time convincing Mingyu to allow you to suck him off. It was your first time doing this, let alone the second time doing something sexual altogether and he knew that. He made it very clear that if this was going to happen, it was going to go his way. However, seems like you had the wrong idea in mind for “his way” because according from what you’ve heard about Mingyu around campus, he never goes easy. It was always endless gossip about fast and hard. Rough and messy. Mean and humiliating.

This was nothing like what you originally imagined it to be like, but quite frankly maybe that was exactly what you needed. Maybe Mingyu knew your limits better than you knew your own.

“M’ sorry.” You muttered as you looked down to fiddle with the ring on your finger.

Mingyu took a few seconds to respond, examining you instead. You didn’t take much of a liking to the way his eyes felt on your figure, causing you to shift around. He eventually opted to nod in response as he let go of your face.

For a second you thought he was done. That you blew your chances in learning how to give a blowjob and that was it – but instead he grabbed a cigarette from his pack, sparking it up and taking a long drag. Blowing the smoke up into the air, he leant back on the couch with his legs spread wide open. His cock stood tall in all it’s glory, hard and coated from your saliva. “Let’s try this again.”

You perked up immediately at the statement, sitting on your knees between his legs. The carpet dug into your skin, but you didn’t take any notice to the scratchy feeling, instead giving the man before you your undivided attention. He was indulging you and better yet, corrupting you.

With a hand resting on the back of your head and burning cigarette in the other, Mingyu led you back to his cock. He let his tip rest at your lips, swearing under his breath as he struggled hard not to slam right into your mouth from the sight of your innocent doe eyes peering up at him.

Never in all of the years he had known you, did Mingyu think you two would ever be in this position. He was a menace in the bedroom, a hard dom and on certain occasions a brat tamer. He normally went for the girls who he could throw around. The ones who would get on their knees for him with just the snap of his fingers alone and the ones who wouldn’t care if he didn’t hold back in which he never planned to do in the first place.

But this was different – this was you.

He wanted to move slower because although you didn’t know much about the joys of sex and pleasure, he did, and he also knew that you weren’t the type of person who could be easily thrusted into it. You were far too sheltered, far too nice, and far too pure.

“Gyu….” You whined, teetering on the edge of slight impatience. He was taking too long and you were beginning to get shy under his gaze.

The hint of desperation in your tone quickly snapped Mingyu out of his daydream and he jumped back into action soon after. “Open.” He ordered, to which you obeyed.

Your lips parted, mouth awaiting to be stuffed yet again. You almost looked like a puppy eager for it’s treat and Mingyu struggled to bite his tongue to hold back the degradation wanting to escape.

If it was anyone else – oh if it was anyone other than you, he would have made them cry. He would’ve made them beg, and he would’ve made them show him how much they wanted it. It was quite shocking what affect you had on him. Only you had the ability to make Kim Mingyu go soft.

“Good girl.” He praised, noticing that you followed his instructions well.

You found it rather difficult to contain a moan, your thighs pressing together as the words floated straight to your head. Mingyu raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh as he took notice of the way you enjoyed being praised, just like he assumed you would.

The boys were always hard to read – all thirteen of them mostly silent and kept to themselves for almost the entirety of your life in which you’ve known them. However, for them, you were an open book. One in which they have read every single page to about a million times.

“Stick out your tongue.” He instructed.

Almost immediately, it darted out of your mouth causing dirty thoughts to flood the boy’s mind. You looked as if you belonged on the thumbnail of a porn video and for a second he seriously considered snapping a photo to keep for his eyes only.

Groaning, he shook his head. “You’re killing me Y/N.” With a now clear mind, Mingyu slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue. Your eyes narrowed in on it, the want and need to have it deep inside your mouth as opposed to him just teasing you.

But you were good and good girls don’t complain.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Mingyu finally slid himself into your mouth. He only allowed a good two inches in at first, slowly working his way up to what you managed to take before. The ache in your jaw began to make a comeback and you almost wished you were a hippo, for the first time in your life envying their ability to unhinge their own jaws.

You can take it. You can take it. You can take it.

Mingyu gently inched himself into your mouth little by little until he was eventually over the halfway mark. Yet again you took steady breaths through your nose to help calm yourself down as your eyes began to water. Pushing away the urge to cough you instead clutched the man’s knee, using it as your personal stress ball. The fogginess that was beginning to cloud your mind was progressively getting more difficult to ignore and you struggled to gather yourself as your thoughts drifted and you found it harder to think.

Mingyu steadied himself and locked his gaze on your face. He knew that look all too well – the one in which the lights were on, but no one’s home. He’s become quite accustomed to it, having seen it multiple times before with close to every rendezvous he’s had. This was the part in which he was supposed to humiliate and degrade. It was almost routine at this point. However, with one glance at the tears forming in your waterline, you just so happened to tug at his heartstrings.

“You good baby?” He asked, pulling a bit of himself out of your mouth to make it somewhat easier for you.

Barely registering his words, you paused for a beat to collect yourself before letting out a sound of assurance. Despite this however, Mingyu would seem to differ as the tears that were once threatening to fall surely enough went cascading down your face with just the blink of your eyes.

“You sure?” He asked again, refusing to move. The time he spent making you wait was driving you crazier by the minute and it didn’t help that he kept your ponytail wrapped around his hand to prevent you from moving.

You made a sound of approval yet again to give him the green light, this time being much more insistent with a little nod of your head.

You didn’t want him to stop. You didn’t want to stop.

With a sigh, Mingyu bit his lip hesitating. Fortunately for you though, with him being distracted by his own thoughts, he made the mistake of loosening his grip on your hair by the slightest. You were quick to jump at the opportunity that suddenly arose, seemingly not having learned your lesson before – the one that invisibly states “it takes time to take a dick this god damn big.”

Instead of slowly pacing yourself further down his cock, in alternative you forced yourself much too quickly to slide in two more inches. Although a miniscule number to what most people might think, especially the already experienced – you could feel the tip of his cock drag against the back of your throat, the feeling hitting you like a hurricane. Your tears made an appearance once again, except now moving much more quickly and frequently down your cheeks as you tried your hardest not to gag. Your breathing picked up to assist with your struggle, swallowing around Mingyu’s cock when you realized you couldn’t inhale or exhale through your mouth. You reached a hand out, squeezing the man’s thigh a lot harder than you had before. The back of your throat felt raw and for a second you thought you might have possibly dislocated your jaw.

Mingyu was quick to throw his cigarette down on the ashtray, leaning forward as soon as he processed your actions. You felt his hand thread through your hair, using it to get a grip and pull you off his cock. When the tip finally slipped out of your mouth, you instantly broke out into a coughing fit, no longer being able to contain it. Amongst your struggle however, to Mingyu’s surprise, you still seemed to be so persistent as your hand reached out to grip at the base of him despite needing a break.

The man clenched his jaw, leaning in close to your face. “I’m gonna kill you.” He muttered, keeping a hand on you to provide a sense of space between you and his cock that for some unknown reason you seemed so eager to get back to.

This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen. He gave you an inch and you took a mile.

“I can –,” You coughed, “I can take it.”

Mingyu scoffed at your words, running his eyes over you to take in your state. You were a little bit short of a mess. Your eyes were glazed over, tears running down your face, and voice hoarse. You definitely could not take it. At least, not right now.

“Y/N…” He started, trailing off when you rested your chin on his thigh while looking up at him. You were visibly deflating with each second that passed and Mingyu didn’t like that he was the reason for it. He knew you, and he also knew that you were trying your absolute best to be good for him. “Sure you can sweetheart.” He continued, striving to reassure you as he tucked himself back into his sweatpants. “But maybe some other time, okay?”

You were not very happy with his answer and the whine of defiance that escaped your mouth let him know that. “Please Gyu, please.” You begged. “I’m fine, I promise.” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he ignored you, already knowing that you were going to try and get him to change his mind, but it was already set and the decision was final.

Scowling at the lack of his attention, before you could think, your hand came down on his leg rather hard, the smack ringing throughout the room.

“Hey.” Mingyu warned, tilting his head with his eyes set on yours sternly. “Quit it.” He said firmly, speaking through his teeth.

Your own eyes held his fierce ones, eventually backing down with a huff when you came to the conclusion that you weren’t going to win. Suddenly refusing to look at him, you abruptly got up from your spot between his legs. He watched you carefully, stare following you as you got seated on the couch farthest away from him in annoyance.

“Y/n…” He spoke your name, attempting to get your attention. You turned your head further to the side, ignoring him and not giving in. “Y/n.” He said much more strongly, however you still refused to to look in his direction. He let his gaze linger on you for a bit longer before chuckling to himself. “Brat.” He muttered under his breath, going to grab another cigarette to let off some steam.

Silence filled the room, you mostly keeping quiet because you were angry and him because he knew you were just being stubborn. Mingyu could not deal with that right now – at least, not in the way he normally would if it had been any other girl in your position.

You glanced over at him from time to time, looking away quickly whenever his eyes found yours. Your body was starting to get a little sluggish and for some odd reason your brain was fuzzy, but instead of making him aware of that, you kept it to yourself. The last thing you wanted to seem was weak. Mingyu however, is a lot smarter than that, especially in this category. He clocked the minor subspace you were slipping into as soon as it made an appearance, already knowing that there was a high chance in which you would fall into it knowing the person that you are.

Most virgins do anyways.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, propping your arm up on a cushion to lean against it. The only thing you craved at the moment was warmth and comfort. You would have went running to Seungcheol and Jeonghan like you typically did, the oldest two always being able to fill that void – however instead you stayed glued to your spot on the couch.

You wanted Mingyu at the moment and only Mingyu.

Your eyes seemed to do the speaking for you, not realizing that you were staring at him with a sad and defeated expression. Mingyu scanned you up and down, finding it hard to resist your infamous puppy dog eyes as unintentional as they were. Sighing, he beckoned you over with the nod of his head. “C’mere.”

You wavered, only jumping into action when he raised an eyebrow at your hesitance. Crawling forward on the couch, you perched yourself right beside him and curled up into his side. His arm wrapped around your body, the size of him compared to you being able to provide you with a sense of comfortability.

Silence filled the air once again as soon as you were in his arms and the only sound that could be heard was him taking an occasional drag of his cigarette. You had gotten acquainted to the smell over the years, the scent of it no longer bothering you. Watching the smoke linger in the air with each puff he took, a question lingered on the tip of your tongue.

“Can I try?” You asked, voice hopeful.

It took him by surprise to say the least. Never once have you shown any interest in the bad habits that himself and the boys picked up throughout the years they got older. Hell no, was the answer he was looking for in particular, but deciding you didn’t exactly need that blunt of a reply at the moment, he found something much nicer to deny your request. “Let’s move one step at a time hm?”

You nodded, understanding that he had already indulged in one thing new that you wanted to try today and now you were asking for too much. “Okay.”

With the conversation you two were having come to an end, Mingyu was finally able to have a moment of peace. He was a man that loved to party and loved playing music at full blast, however he also enjoyed the moments in which he could just let all the thoughts in his brain drift away.

It seemed to be different for you however because while his thoughts were relaxing, yours were spurring. You kept on taking small glances at his face, wanting to speak up, but also not bringing yourself to disturb his peace.

The ring on your finger went round and round in circles as you couldn’t stop fiddling and with each move of your hand it was driving Mingyu out of his comfortable state. Finally, after you had accidentally hit his stomach one too many times, he couldn’t bite his tongue any longer. “Spit it out Y/n.”

You snapped your head up at him, not have expected him to speak. “Uhm….” You hesitated asking the question.

Another question. Mingyu hated questions.

“Was I –,” You stuttered, “Was I good?” Your voice was small and fragile. For a split second Mingyu thought you were going to breakdown into tears due to your own self doubt. He took in your composure, knowing exactly what your question entailed – you wanted to hear one thing in specific, the one thing you’ve been so intent on trying to be throughout this entire situation.

“Mhm.” He hummed, bringing his hand up to your head to pet at your hair. His fingers laced through your locks, gently scratching at your scalp. “You were such a good girl for me.”

A rush of giddiness coursed through you, but you were quick to push it down as your worrisome thoughts still stayed. “Really?” Your voice cracking this time as you asked again.

Shaking his head in approval, Mingyu kept playing with your hair as he tried to ease your worries away. After some time, he stopped to kiss your temple. “The best.”

You resisted the urge to giggle, pushing your face into his neck as you suddenly went shy from his words. That was the only thing you needed from him for today and it left you feeling much more than content.

Oh how you loved being praised and oh how you loved being called a good girl, especially by Mingyu – and that’s exactly what you planned on continuing to be, his best girl.

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cosmiclily · 3 months ago

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Omg i have a request for caitlyn x reader where reader tells cait she is ready to start a family (sorry baby fever has been going crazy lately)

baby fever

caitlyn x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

notes: im ovulating so i had babies on my mind the whole week too 😭

Maybe it started that Christmas when the two of you decided to spend the holiday with your family. Your sister had brought her two brats over, and while everyone else did their best to tolerate the chaos, Caitlyn was the only adult who gave them her full attention. She sat patiently, listening as your niece sang an improvised song about mashed potatoes and nodding along as your nephew excitedly explained the intricate lore of his favorite video game.

Or maybe it was that time you were hanging out with your friends, and the topic of babies came up. You hadn't thought much of it at first—until you caught the way Caitlyn's eyes sparkled at the conversation. She laughed, brushed it off, and insisted that the two of you weren’t ready yet. But for a fleeting moment, there was something in her expression, something wistful, something that made your heart skip a beat.

Or perhaps it was the day the two of you went shopping, and you found yourselves lingering a little too long in the baby section. You had only wandered in by accident—at least, that’s what you told yourselves. But then Caitlyn picked up a pair of tiny socks with baby animals printed on them, turning them over in her hands with an almost reverent curiosity. You watched as she smiled to herself, running her fingers over the soft fabric, and something in your chest tightened.

You weren’t sure when exactly it began, but once the thought of having children took root in your mind, it refused to leave. It followed you everywhere.

You went to work imagining what it would be like to wake up next to your wife and hear the soft patter of little feet running into your room. You made dinner picturing Caitlyn sitting at the table, patiently helping your child with their homework while you stirred a pot on the stove. You walked past a park and could see her there, kneeling beside a tiny bike, holding it steady as a small, wobbly figure pedaled forward with determination.

And it was driving you crazy.

Because now, every time you looked at Caitlyn, all you could think about was how incredible she would be as a mother. The thought consumed you, lingering in the quiet moments, in the way she absentmindedly twirled her hair while reading, in the soft hum she let out when focused, in the way she always seemed to have endless patience and warmth to give.

“Baby, can I ask you a question?”

She was resting her head on your thigh, her book open as she relaxed against you. The soft glow of the lavender candle flickered in the background, filling the room with its soothing scent. You ran your fingers through her navy hair, absently wondering if your children would inherit the same color, if tiny hands would one day tug at her locks the way you did now.

“Hmm?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly but not looking away from the page. “What is it?”

You hesitated for a moment before asking, carefully, casually, “Have you ever thought about having children?”

That caught her attention. Caitlyn lowered her book onto her chest and turned her gaze to you, studying your face as if trying to gauge where this was coming from.

“I mean… yeah, of course,” she admitted, her voice thoughtful. “I’ve thought about it before. But why do you ask?”

You shrugged, but the casual act didn’t quite land—not when your heart was hammering in your chest. “I was just wondering.”

Caitlyn let out a soft chuckle, reaching up to trace gentle patterns on your thigh. “You don’t just ask that out of nowhere,” she said knowingly. “What’s on your mind?”

You exhaled, glancing away for a second before looking back at her. “Lately, I’ve been thinking about it more. A lot more.”

Her fingers stilled against your skin. “Oh?”

You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “I keep imagining it—us with a kid. Waking up to them climbing into bed with us, helping them with homework, teaching them how to ride a bike… I don’t know when it started, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

For a moment, Caitlyn didn’t say anything. She just looked at you, her blue eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Would it make you happy?” she asked softly.

Your heart swelled at the tenderness in her voice. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I think it would.”

She shifted, sitting up properly so she could face you, her hands resting gently on your knees. “Then maybe… we should talk about it.”

“Yes, I think we should,” you said, a smile spreading across your face. There was a nervous excitement bubbling inside you now, like the moment right before the first drop on a rollercoaster—terrifying but exhilarating all the same.

Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, studying you with quiet amusement. “You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?”

You hesitated for only a second before letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah… I know I said I was just wondering, but…” You glanced away briefly, suddenly shy. “I kind of have a list.”

“A list?” Her brows lifted in surprise, but there was no teasing in her voice—just curiosity and something softer, something almost affectionate.

You nodded. “Of things for our children.”

“Children?” She chuckled, catching the plural immediately. “As in more than one?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, sheepish but not backing down. “Yeah. I mean, I was thinking two… maybe three.”

Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head. “I love how you went from ‘just wondering’ to ‘I have an entire life plan in my head.’”

You grinned. “I can’t help it. Once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop.”

She hummed thoughtfully, tracing small circles on your knee with her thumb. “Alright then,” she said, leaning back slightly. “Tell me what’s on this list of yours.”

You bit your lip, suddenly nervous but excited. “Okay, well… first of all, I really want them to have meaningful names. Something strong, but also something that has a special meaning to us.”

She nodded in approval. “I like that.”

“And I want them to grow up knowing they can talk to us about anything. No matter what.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened. “That’s important.”

“Oh! And I was thinking—you have all these books, right? What if that became, like, a thing? A bedtime tradition? You could read them a story, and it could be our way of winding down as a family.”

Caitlyn smiled, the kind of smile that reached her eyes. “I really like that idea.”

Encouraged, you kept going. “I want them to learn to ride a bike early, to love books the way you do, and—oh! You know those little socks with baby animals? We have to get those.”

Caitlyn laughed again, shaking her head. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly full of love. “I just… I want to build something beautiful with you.”

For a moment, Caitlyn just looked at you, something unreadable in her expression. Then she reached forward, cradling your face in her hands before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. “I want that too,” she whispered.

And in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t just a thought in your head anymore. This was the beginning of your family.

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#caitlyn x you #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #arcane #arcane x female reader #arcane x you #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #lily writes #request ♡

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yourmessagehasbeendenied · 2 months ago

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~RIGHT WAY

tw; nsfw, cursive language, mdni, insecure!reader, heavylifter!simon, strong!simon might not be lore accurate, au, smut

He was a brute, and no one knew him. No one tried to get to know him either, he was intimidating - no one dared get close, other than the friends he already has had. No one exactly wants to get close to a man who has "murder" written all over his face. Except for fools.

And you were a fool. You had not much friends, not much experience with love, but you knew one thing - You'd do anything for him, just the way he'd do anything for you. Simon was a man who stuck to his vows- and his vow was to love you. The only problem was.. He didn't know how to. He loved you with his whole heart he just didn't know how to show you. And he showed it in ways that were different- other people would consider weird, maybe. But he wholeheartedly believed- he was soft. Maybe just.. Not in the right way. Simon's idea of love was to fuck you until you cry, to fuck stupid ideas out of your head. He gave comforting words, sure, but he much preferred fucking it all out of you. He hadn't had much relationships before you, so again, what does he know about love? Today was no different. Coming home from work, long day, and your boss was a bitch. You had been feeling insecure over the past few days, looking at him- looking at yourself. The difference was big after all, you wondered what people thought of you two when you were outside. You don't even yell, "I'm home," before throwing your shit down and taking your shoes off, walking to the couch to sit down. He heard the door slam shut though- and came outside. "What's wrong, sugar?" He asked, crossing his arms, looking at you up and down. That frustrated look on your face, the way your thighs were crossed and your back laid back- he already knew. You looked at the tv and said, "Nothing." Typical, he thought to himself, he wasn't expecting you to say it either way, but he was gonna get it out of you one way or another. After a little back and forth of no's and yes' - you snapped at him. "For fucks sake Simon, can you just fucking stop? I said nothing, get over it!" ... His eyes darkened and he stepped towards you, his voice lowered. "Is that how we talk, sweetheart?" He asked, his arms dropping to his sides. You swallowed, you fucked up. "Simon- I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry- Please- Listen-" "No, love. I'm tired of you being a goddamn brat today. I get you had a rough day, but shit, do you have to take it out on me? I'm just bein' nice, aren't I? Tryin to solve your problems and you get all snappy." He got closer to you, and leaned down. He grabbed you by your legs and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. He threw you down, and took off his shirt immediately, getting on the bed and on top of you. "Tell me love, do we need to do this every time you have a bad day? Get all that attitude, just to end up whining beneath me all the time?" He asks, putting one of his hands on your cheek. You look up at his face, and he leans in to press a kiss on your lips. "It's okay baby. We'll fix it." He said, unbuttoning your pants. He reached a hand inside your panties, toying with you- he knew you hated teasing. Only slight touches, he rubbed his hand through your slick folds and smirked at you. He was enjoying it, but he was gonna enjoy what was gonna come more. Because it wasn't you. You ended up completely naked in front of the mirror, whining, begging and crying, eyes teary and face all red, puffy. He loved it. He played with your clit and spoke, "What's wrong love? Can't take it no more?" He asked, and you shook your head. "Too bad." You were being edged for hours, and he didn't care. He didn't care you were dripping- He didn't care you needed it- because this was his punishment for you. "Simon- please, stop.. Please let me- I'm gonna explode- I need it, I need you.." You pleaded, trying to get him to crack, but not even your sweet little eyes looking into his would stop him. He wasn't gonna let you come. "You can beg better than that baby, you know you can. Come on, show me you're sorry, and maybe I'll let up, yeah?" He mocked, fastening his pace.

"Please- please- please please please please please, Simon, just let me.. I love you, I'm- I'm so sorry- I'll never talk to y-you like that again, I promise- I'm sorry.. Fuck, fuck fuck, please- Don't torture me sir.." Sir? That snapped his eyes open from whatever plan he got going. He smirked and kept going, not stopping this time. He smiled through it, talked you through it. "There she is, there's my good girl. There she is, she's back with us. Missed you so bad, baby. You were being such a brat, thought you got lost in there.." He smirked. You couldn't take it anymore, his thumb rubbing against your clit- his voice whispering to you, and the scenery in the mirror all together- just finished you off. You panted, heavily, and you knew your legs were shaking badly. You sat there for a while, letting your body calm down- and then you crawled to the other side of the bed for your pants but he stopped you. "Love, who said we were done yet?" This was gonna be a long night. So yeah, you weren't sure if this was the right way to love. But you sure as hell loved it.

A/N: rewriting this tomorrow cause i dont like it but i felt the need to post

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zevrra · 9 months ago

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may i request some more nsfw love n deepspace <3 i love the headcanons u posted aaa

one more—

tags: 18(+), mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, short & sweet, men of LaDS!!

creator notes: omg i’m glad you liked them!! i haven’t played the game (i have but like when it first came out!) so i know none of the lore and hope i wasn’t writing the men ooc or anything aaaaa!!!! but i’m glad you enjoyed them enough to request for more!! thanks for requesting as well!

SYLUS—

actually makes you wear a collar and a leash

your first time together was rough, both of you fighting for dominance over each other but ultimately he won

degrades you!!!

calls you “kitten” when you please him but any other time he’s telling you how pathetic you are for wanting him as badly as you do

loves it when you’re a brat solely so he can break you later

is so into tying you up, forcing you to take whatever he gives you

especially likes it when he ties your hands behind your back and makes you ride him

loves to watch you struggle

you have a safe word for a reason!!!!!!

is 8 inches and thick as all hell, deep red tip, veiny

RAFAYEL—

the first time you both wanted to be intimate he was a nervous wreck

took you a few times to steady his hands and convince him that you wanted it too

worships you like a goddess when you fuck

i secretly think he has amazing stamina but hides it from you

that way you’re on round 3, overstimulated and he’s asking “once more please one more time my love.”

begs you for it!!!

i’d like to think he’s a switch! let’s you start things, get him all heated and needy, then he takes total control

also think he’s always in the mood

24/7 he wants to touch you, taste you but holds himself back and instead makes jokes

is probably 6.5 inches, curved, and flushed pink

XAVIER—

you two struggle to go on missions together anymore solely because you always want to touch each other

always requests for you to be his partner too

loves having sex under the stars

especially when you ride him and he gets to see the stars halo your head

his max number of rounds he’s gone without passing out is 3

once he wakes up though he’s ready to continue

knows every single one of your weaknesses

he rarely makes noise when you two fuck but constantly reminds you how good you look

“baby you look so beautiful.” he says as he has your legs on his shoulder, pounding into you

is roughly 7 inches, thicker at his base, a nice red tip

ZAYNE—

your first time with him was definitely either in his car, office, or his apartment

uses his tie to keep you quiet

he likes to let you think you’re in control but really you both know he is

uses the excuse that he’s “always cold.” and needs you to warm him up

forces you to look at him when he fucks you

especially when you want something, makes you look him in the eye as you beg him for it

praises praises praises!!!!!

“good girl.”

i also think he’s horny ALL THE TIME but only when you two are together!! then he stares at every move you make and thinks to himself how he’d take you right then and there

8.2 inches, veiny, thicker head that’s a pale pink

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 years ago

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I saw a post in the My Adventures with Superman tag claiming that Lois "finally" has a character. I really like the show and it's version of Lois too, but I want to make this clear: Lois Lane has been around for over 80 years and she's always been a distinct, dynamic character with a lot going for her, every bit as admirable as Superman. This isn't a new thing!

Like any character Lois has had some bad adaptations, but she's been a great character from the beginning, and I wanted to show off some panels from comics over the years so anyone new to Superman lore can see why she's a beloved character and the MAWS portrayal is building on that, not starting from scratch.

Lois in the golden age comics (1939 through the 1940's) was shown to be a career-driven woman who didn't take shit from anyone. This was an era where a lot of women were entering the workforce because men were serving in WWII and there was excitement and change in the air, and Lois was meant to be a reflection of that. She fought against the sexism of her boss sticking her with the advice and gossip columns because she was a woman, and she was go-getting reporter out to get a real story. From the beginning she was fearless (sometimes reckless), driven, and had no patience for Clark Kent's (feigned) cowardice (and was always full of sick burns). She never let anyone push her around.

And she's been pretty consistently like this her entire run as a character. Of course, there were some bad writers, and there was a time in the 50s when all female characters had to be marriage obsessed (Lois wasn't the only one hit with this, Wonder Woman was too), but she reverted back to her firebrand self in the 60's and 70's, and when the 80's came along, characters started getting more filled in backstories, including her- this was where we started seeing stuff about her home life, her childhood moving around as a military brat, and her troubled relationship with her father and sister. She had an interior life, inner conflict- and she still kicked ass and always got the last word in. As someone invested in journalism, she is THE coolest fictional journalist to me.

This was also when comics started focusing on Clark being who Superman WAS rather than a pure act, and we got to see their relationship really grow and Lois fall for Clark, not Superman. So here, have some panels of Lois being great and see the scope of her own personality.

Lois also has lots fun little quirks and hobbies comics readers know about- she takes her coffee a certain way, she doesn't cook much because she's so on the go (so Clark is the one who cooks in the fam), she likes to sit on Clark's desk when they're talking (this happens in other Superman media too), she REALLY likes monster trucks and Clark REALLY doesn't but will support her anyway:

Also, she's always seen through to who Clark really is:

Anyway. Have more of my favorite Lois panels because I have a lot:

also this one because I'm gay:

#lois lane #superman #my adventures with superman #dc comics #clark kent

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mead-iocre · 7 months ago

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so olga had a dinner date with alexia, posted her ratings of the food on her tiktok, the last slide is a picture of her with the caption that she was the tastiest meal, plus the song she used is we fell in love in october by girl in red

she’s soooo brat!reader coded with that lowkey brag about being alexia’s best meal of the night😭🤝🏼

OHMYGOD THAT'S LITERALLY BRAT!READER CORE

olga is lowkey how I would act if I was dating alexia omg. just look cute and give zero fucks x

we already established that brat!reader has a secret-but-not-secret spam account. so one night she posts a picture of alexia sitting in front of her at some fancy restaurant with the caption "im about to EAT tonight"

and mapi would be in the comments like "okay but where's the food?"

↪ brat!reader: it's right there????

↪ mapileon: oh

mapileon: praying for alexia tonight. her girl is hungry

alexiaputellas: 😛😛😛😛

alexiaputellas: no you

↪ mapileon replies to alexiaputellas: your mama follows this account. have some shame

albasmama: wow enjoy dinner hijas!

#brat!reader #fic talk #brat!reader lore #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #brat!reader stories

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cuppajoel · 4 months ago

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Rating: E 18+ only MDNI | Pairing: modern-day! Marcus Acacius x fem!reader Word count: 1.8k CW: modern day!Marcus Acacius, light brat-tamer vibes but not really, mostly just smut, v fingering (hey! Bring back fingering!!), one (1) p slap, p pronouns, Marcus likes roleplaying?, slight anal play, Marcus spits on ittt, grinding, he calls her my lady, legal age gap, no physical description of reader apart from she has a vagina and some pubic hair?

Summary: You start being a brat about how Marcus is old and he shows you why you should respect your elders.

a/n: hey! This is the first one shot from my “Where my Lore Started” series. This is an age gap fic based on the relationship between Monica and Richard from the TV show Friends. (See here & here for my inspo) If you’d like to take part in this wee prompt/ challenge pls do and tag me so I can see where your lore started!

graphics: @saradika-graphics

tysm to @iknowisoundcrazy for beta-ing this. This is my first fic back after like 5 months and I am real nervous to start posting again and you were so kind and encouraging! <3

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“How’d you get this one?” you trail your finger back and forth across his collarbone, your head resting on his chest, the thump thump thump of his heartbeat soothing your relaxed body.

He exhales softly, lifting his head slightly to get a better look at the healed, raised skin. “Ummm…” His chest rumbles. You can tell he’s nearly sleeping but wants to answer your questions, just because you are the one asking them. “That one was when I broke my collarbone after jumping off the peer… the water was more shallow than first expected.” He kisses your head, his worn hand trailing up and down your arm.

“Ouch…” you chuckle on an exhale, nuzzling your face into the patch of greying hair across his chest. You let your fingers trail circles around his bare upper half, noting which spots are more sensitive and which make him twitch. “You go peer diving a lot? I guess there wasn’t much else to do in Ancient Rome…” you shift, glancing up to his face with a smirk of defiance, and begin to brace for the consequence of your teasing comment.

His eyes are still closed, the greying curls crossing over themselves around his ears. A steady, soft chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Let me tell you something about Ancient Rome…” he starts muttering into your hair, the hand that was soothing your arm stopping on your hip, his grip pulsing. “You see in Ancient Rome, people at my old age would be seen as knowledgeable… respected…” Marcus rolls off his back, flipping you both so that his weight and size hovers over your own.

“I would probably be in a position of power…” He grabs your wrist and lays it above you, pinning it to the pillow. “A position of authority- a politician… a general, maybe.” He grabs the other wrist, repeating his actions and holding them together in one of his giant hands with ease. You watch as his breath becomes heavier, his pupils dilating so that his brown eyes somehow seem darker. Your breathing deepens, chest heaving up and down. You clear your throat, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

“And yooooou…” he draws back, his eyes raking down your naked form, stopping at your now stiff nipples, down to his hardening cock which rests against your stomach, and then back up to your face. “…you would be my lady, waiting for me to get home each night…” He pumps his hips slowly, the sensitive pink crown of his dick dragging across your belly button.

”And when I get home…” he releases your wrists, dragging his blunt fingernails down your forearms, down each of your shoulders and palms you heavy breasts in his hands. He stops there for a moment, feeling the weight of them before pushing them together, fitting his head snuggly between them. “You would have ached for me. You would’ve felt so empty without my mouth and cock… and I would be famished after a hard day saving the empire.”

He flattens his tongue, dragging it slowly across your right nipple before sucking and then tugging with his teeth, only to switch and repeat the action on your left. You open yourself up, pushing your breasts further into him, causing him to exhale with a chuckle.

Using his teeth he forges a path down your sternum to the softness of your stomach, his fingertips continuing to caress your ribs, hips and pelvis, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So being the kind and considerate person that you are…” he presses a kiss to the curls of hair on the mound of your pussy. “…my lady would feed me…”

He draws his cheeks together, gathering the saliva in his mouth before spitting directly on your clit, using his middle finger to spread it around in deep, deliberate circles. Your body tenses, all feeling and concentration now pulled to your swollen bud. Your breathing deepens, as you stretch your arms further above your head, savouring this feeling.

“Marc-“

He stops, moving his fingers away from the spot where you need him the most, causing your brows to knit and a pathetic whine to fall from you. You crane your neck forward to meet his arrogant expression. You stick out your bottom lip, hoping to appeal to his charitable side. “Nuh, uh, uh, my lady… I’m the general. Let me hear you say it.”

“Please, baby…”

Smack. A tight, sudden, sting rings through your wet cunt, sending waves of warmth through your legs and hips as Marcus smacks your pussy.

“Who am I?” He demands with a deep rasp in his voice. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes twinkling sadistically, as he tries, and fails, to hide a chuckle. Asshole.

“General, please…” you exhale, raising your hips to try and meet his mouth which hovers just above you.

“Please, what, my lady? Hmmm?” He wears a shit-eatting grin. “You need to tell me what you need. You need to feed your general. I’m starving.” He places the pad of his thumb on your now pulsing clit, not moving it, just placing an even pressure. His fore and middle fingers circling your entrance but not entering. They hover and torture.

You open your eyes and shift, placing your hands on the bed behind you and pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You steady your gaze to meet the eyes of the man who’s enjoying this way too much. “General, I need you to eat me like I’m your last meal, please…”

Without a word, Marcus begins moving the pad of his thumb, side to side like a joysick. He spreads his spit all around your clit as he groups his first three fingers together and pushes them inside you. You moan from your chest, your elbows buckling from under you, your head and neck crashing into the plush pillows below.

Marcus’ thrusts are steady, not fast and not slow- almost painfully regular but they’re deep; every time he enters, he curls his fingers to reach that spot inside of you that makes your bellybutton tingle. Still holding your gaze, Marcus lowers himself so that his face hovers above your aching core. “Ohhhh she’s so pretty.” He places a wet, opened-mouthed kiss on your clit, suckling it into his mouth.

As he pulls away, he pulls at your clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue in short, lazy circles. You plant your feet on the bed, pushing off to lift your hips, trying to follow his mouth.

With his free hand, Marcus grips you hip, pushing you back down to the bed. The three fingers inside of you still, him flexing them slightly which brings a deep, hot burn, making your stomach flip. With a whine, you stop wriggling, knowing you’ll get what you need if you follow your general’s rules.

With deliberate slowness, Marcus withdraws his fingers from you, the sounds created signalling how unbelievably wet you are for this man. One at a time he sucks your wetness from his digits, eye-contact unwavering.

He hums, eyes fluttering and smile growing before scooching himself down the bed. He lays flat on his stomach, adjusting your legs so that they hook over his shoulders, and drags you by your hips closer to his mouth. “You get so fucking wet for me, my lady… you’ve made such a mess already.” His hot breath coats you, right where you need his mouth, causing you to writhe.

Marcus flattens his tongue and licks up one side of your outer pussy and down the other side. Using the grip of your hips as leverage, he pushes his face further into you. His nose brushes your clit as his tongue circles the opening of your cunt. He holds it tense, pushing and pulling it in and out of you.

You try gripping onto the sheets by your sides to keep grounded. Don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet. It’s so good that you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue. Shifting, Marcus holds your clit in between his lips and licks using the tip of his tongue. You gasp, your hands releasing the sheets and grabbing two handfuls of his hair, pushing against him more as your orgasm comes to its peak. As you clench, you roll your hips against his face. He again finds your fluttering opening, enjoying the fruits of his labour.

The earth feels like it’s stopped and like it’s moving too fast at the same time. You lift your neck to see the artist at work just as he lifts his gaze too. He gives you a wink and you feel him smile against you before returning to his feast. “Shit Marc- general…” His eyes lock to yours, dark and still full of amusement. “I don’t know if I can keep going…” you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling so that you might have a moment to recover.

His brows furrow as he gives a simple shake of his head. “I’m still hungry… one more at least my lady.” He returns licking and sucking at your clit and you tug harshly on his locks to which he quickens his pace.

Looking past him to his tight, round, ass you can see his narrow hips shifting up and down as he grinds his cock against the bed. You feel his thick, grouped fingers push slowly into you again. They’re quick and move at the same speed as his hips.

Marcus shifts, one of your legs falling from his broad shoulders as he uses the strength of his full arm to fuck his fingers into you.

“Yes, General Marcus…” you almost laugh, the heel of the foot around his shoulder digging into his back. This seems to inspire the general. Using his pinky finger, he slowly strokes the tight muscle of your asshole, causing you only to keen further into him.

Faster and faster, Marcus thrusts his fingers deep into you whilst lightly teasing your ass. You can feel his thrusts on the mattress below you, his rhythm becoming more choppy. As if you weren’t already floating, he again sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth and your ears begin to ring. Your hips raise and you push your man further into your pussy as you fall further and further into bliss.

Marcus continues to suck as you come down from your high. Then shifting, he straddles one of your legs as he strokes his swollen, weeping shaft slowly as he cums all over your spent pussy. He wets his lower lips with his tongue when he comes, savouring your taste as he brings himself to the brink.

You shift up onto your elbows once again, looking down at the mess he’s made. You now wear your own shit-eating grin that rivals the one staring back at you. You cock your head to the side and shrug softly. “Not bad for an old guy…” you let yourself fall backwards again, ready for another lesson in respecting authority.

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paranoiddreams · 7 months ago

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Boyfriend Sukuna! (HC)

𖤓 Sukuna x gn!reader

𖤓 Warnings!! - explicit language, mentions of killing and crime in general lol, general filthiness in a few of them bc it’s Sukuna, a hint of toxicity 😜,

𖤓 A/n!! - gonna make this a series, I think I’m gonna do either Satoru or Toji next, lmk what you guys think :3

- He LOOOOVES a good argument, especially if it’s escalated to a screaming match

- Only because it turns him on so much when someone has the BALLS to speak up to him.

- He’s a very physical person, so expect to be bit, squeezed, yanked, or picked up by this monster of a man at any time of the day.

- Speaking of, he’s a tough-strong-killer during the day, and a cuddle bug at night. But not like you’re thinking. I’m talking full on manhandling you into a fetal position on his chest so he can wrap all of his arms around you.

- Definitely the type of guy who always has to have some sort of physical contact with you at all times. Whether it’s an arm around your waist, or your hand wrapped around his pinky, he needs to feel that you’re right next to him.

- He’s not going to apologize, at least verbally. So don’t expect those two words. But, do expect the most lavish dresses/suits, jewelry, food fit for a whole Royal family, and good ass sex.

- If we’re talking Heian!Sukuna, he’s going to use 80% of his money on custom tailored fancy silk clothing in all colors and designs for you. He’ll have the royal tailor come every other week to measure you and get all of your requests, and then a day later the softest, most beautifully made clothes come in fancy boxes.

- And if we’re talking Modern!Sukuna, I feel like he’d make a good income on killing, stealing, and finessing people (lmao) so he’ll use most of that on shit for you. Even the most girly, cutesy, hello-kitty-esque things, he’ll just grimace and shove the cash in your hands (bc I see this man using ONLY cash). Although, this takes a while for him since I feel he’s more cautious in modern times with everyone, including you at first.

- Speaking of, he knows your body like the back of his four hands babe. He knows because he’s dedicated most of his time to making you cum I’m so many different ways, seeing which feels the best for you. Sometimes, he’ll use the more torturous, slow methods, but when you’re being a brat, he’ll use the quickest methods to draw the most orgasms out of you that he can🤧

- Has literally said: “The two things I have dedicated myself to the most in life is bloodshed and pleasuring you.”

- Does he call you “woman” constantly? Yes. Does it cause little arguments from time to time? Absolutely. But you’ve upgraded to a few “babe”s and “Love”s from time to time!😄

- Sukuna realized he was in love with you when he realized in a moment of intimacy that life is just so much easier with you. He’s always detested the thought of being “chained down” or “settling down” with someone, but with you, that thought doesn’t even cross his mind.

- Enough with that SAPPY SHIT—he fully does not understand your Five Nights at Freddy’s obsession. All he knows is it’s a horror video game, and whenever you hear someone bring it up you start freaking out.

- But he mayhaps have watched a full 2 hour video essay about the lore on YouTube one night to humor you🙏🏻

- He is the embodiment of one sided enemies to lovers. Like you’re fully down for his monstrous ass, but he’s over here beefing with you in his head 😭

- It’s only bc he knew it was all over the moment he heard your voice😞

- This man is lowkey a stalker, but you’re chill with it. He’s always got his eyes on you, and his heightened senses allow him to smell and feel you from miles away.

- If he’s not physically around, he has his “connections” as he calls them. They’re mainly local criminals and homeless people he pays to keep an eye on you (check out this post by @emphistic to hear more on this concept!!)

- Overall toxicity scale: 9 Sukuna fingers out of 20. If we’re being generous (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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valentine-cafe · 8 months ago

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you've always had a soft spot for mr herrera. boy-genius and all. but there is something about the way he looks at you. speaks to you. one day - when he corrects you rather smugly during a lecture. you cannot help but decide to remind him who's the one with the phd.

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he’s your favourite student. but oh do you hate him. those pretty doll eyes that greet you in combination with a bright smile whenever he enters your class. earlier than anyone else, as always. the way you have to look for mistakes in his exam papers. yet most importantly - that innocent way he has at correcting you in the middle of a lecture.

you would call yourself a modest man. one who can accept criticism. but it was different when it came from him. mister herrera. the pretty, preppy nerd of uni who just had so many different ways of making your heart stutter. the brat.

“Oh, I meant no disrespect, professor.”

Those thick lashes batting will be the death of you. Combined with those glossy lips you yearn to drown in?

He’ll make you lose your job. Surely.

“Really?” Is all you can muster, leaned against the edge of your desk. Anything to sate the burning desire in your palms to wrap around his throat.

“You know me, Sir. I am the most earnest.”

Earnest indeed. Earnest in how he presses up against you. Earnest in the way his hands slide onto the desk on either side of you. In the way his head tilts up so that his curls fall from around his face and he smiles oh. So. Sweetly.

“Forgot my assignment sheet.”

His murmur is all you can imagine the sweetness of his lips before he’s off again. How unprofessional.

Like the throbbing bulge in your trousers.

“Such a pretty boy,” you tut over him. One hand yanking on his curls while the other pistons behind him. Fingers curling into spots that nurse out whimpering moans and bucks of his hips against your desk. He’s spilling all over your test papers.

you tried with all your might. but it wouldn’t take long before you have him bent over your desk in the week to come. finally feeling the soft flesh of his thighs under his skirt. finally seeing the way his maroon eyes roll back as you finger his tight little hole.

“How can you be this tight? No one treating this darling hole right?”

“P-Prof - ah - Sir-!”

you quickly found out that he loves to fuck his hips back into you. especially when you got him full of your cock. the noises he lets out. what a dedicated student he is indeed. bouncing his pretty ass back onto you.

“Can you give me the answer now, boy? Hmm? Correct me now?”

well, until you’re shoving his head into the desk. holding him down and pounding his poor thighs into your desk. murmuring rough little degradations to his ear. making him cream all over the wood.

Your cock snaps into that one spot. Rough hands pulling his soft hips back. The wet plapping of his skin fills the classroom. If it weren’t for your hand wrapped firmly around the underside of his jaw - his moans would surely spill all the way down the hallway.

“A-Angh! Ah! Hng- S-Sir - siiirr - ‘m s- so - sor- fuck -!”

You palm along his dick. Stroking it into another squirt as you sneer into his reddened ear.

“Asked you a fucking question, pretty. Where’s that smart mouth of yours?”

through further escapades, you learnt that the most satisfying thing of stuffing him full is when you have fucked him dumb. with eyes rolled back and lips parted. unable to murmur out a single thing other than spluttered drool and a whining - “p-pro-prof-s-s-si-ah!”

another thing he is so earnest at? sucking your cock. you’ve had him under your desk more times than you can count. his glossy red lips wrapped so skillfully. eyes full of tears as your flex fingers into his curls and force his head down further. choke him all the way to your balls. until he’s whimpering. crying.

you always make it up to him by letting him bounce on your dick after. leaned back into your chair as he grips onto your shoulders and shows you that he’s more than just a pretty nerd. he always takes it so well.

amongst various other acts that are sure to get you fired once someone finds out - you must say that your favourite is when he calls you in the middle of the night. grinding into his pillow and pleading that you come up to his dorm and fuck his ass full.

“H-Hngh - an- p-please sir - fuck-!”

of course you do. you’re a good professor - after all.

Your hips drive his into the sheets. Pressing him down in his favourite position: prone bone. It gives you the perfect opportunity to bruise his soft skin with your merciless thrusts.

Rishen’s face presses into the pillows. Hands tightening around the softness as the headboard slams against the wall. His moans pouring through dorm room.

“Can’t even wait for after class tomorrow,” you grunt into his ear. “Jus’ need a cock filling you constantly huh pretty boy? Yeah? Yeaah,”

You rise up if only to crush him with your hips. Slamming into his quivering form with purpose. Stress from endless marked exams taken out on his supple flesh.

“Constantly need your physics professor’s cock pounding at your pretty boypussy huh? Fuck.”

He’s so small beneath you. So full of your cum. So fucked out.

You can’t help but grip his hair. Steer his crying face more into the pillows and plough him sore. Anything to see the way he’ll prance on into class with scarlet heels and a bit of a limp.

“S-Siiir - si -hiir - I-I - I can’ttt - dios-”

His whimpers are sinful. All of this is.

But you will risk you job for it any day. Any day if it meant having the little bratty nerd under you and hiccupping your name.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 3 months ago

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Stay in School

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x5)

Synopsis: the boys finally tell you about monsters when you become the target of a dragon, but is it too late?

“I’ve gotta go.” Sam dropped his lore book and picked up his phone.

“You can’t just leave me here with all these books,” Dean argued.

Sam waved his phone.

“Y/N’s school called. She got in a fight, and she’s suspended. I’ve gotta go pick her up.”

“She what?” Dean frowned. “Let me pick her up.”

Sam scoffed, “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know if you would commend her or yell at her, and I don’t know which one is worse. I’ll be back.”

Sam left before Dean could come up with a response.

…

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know, I was kinda liking the awkward silence.”

“Do you think this is funny?” Sam dropped his casual facade, turning in his seat to give you his best “dad glare.” You hated how good he was at that—almost as good as he was at the “puppy eyes.”

“Only a little?” You shrugged.

“Don’t try to be cute.” Sam snapped.

“What do you want me to say?” You demanded. “The girl was a jerk, and I let her know it.”

“And you really thought that was an appropriate way to show her? Kid, you’re better than that.”

“No, you’re better than that,” you shot back. “Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe you don’t know what I’m better than.”

“Kid.” Sam ran a hand over his face. His voice had gone quiet; he sounded exhausted. “What are you doing?”

You liked it better when he was angry—it didn’t leave a guilty pit in your stomach.

…

“And here she is.” Dean greeted when you and Sam returned to the bunker. “You’re on house arrest for as long as your suspended, by the way.”

“Fine.” You shrugged. Dean didn’t look happy at your nonchalance.

“This isn’t a joke, kid.”

“You come home banged up all the time,” you argued.

“That’s different,” Dean said, his tone rising. “We’re not beating up classmates.”

“Well how would I know?” You threw your hands up. “It’s not like you tell me anything!”

John and yellow eyes had both died when you were just a toddler, so Sam and Dean had made a joint decision—hunting was their job, it was the life they had chosen, but it didn’t have to be yours. It wasn’t an easy secret to keep, and sometimes it involved sending you off to Donna or Jody when things got too dangerous in the bunker, which you resented. But it was the only way to keep you safe.

“Enough!” Dean snapped. “I don’t want any more of this, alright? You’re not leaving until your suspension is over, and then you’ll go to school and behave, understand?” Dean was standing now, using full advantage of his stature. You didn’t shrink under his height, though.

“What’s the big deal?” You asked. “Half the time I don’t even go to class, and you’ve never cared before.”

“What?” Sam’s gaze went from you to Dean. “Is that why her report card is so bad?”

“Ok, so I let you skip a few classes,” Dean admitted, ignoring Sam. “But I’m sick of this. You better shape up now.”

“Or what?”

“Excuse me?” Dean’s voice dropped—it was dangerously quiet.

“Or. What?”

Dean’s fists clenched, and he was gritting his teeth.

“You want real consequences from me? Done.” Dean snatched your phone out of your hand before you could blink, and with a harsh yank he took your backpack.

“Hey—“ you began, but Dean didn’t give you a chance to speak.

“You’ve just gone from house arrest, to stuck in your room, understood? Stay in there until I decide you’ve learned enough to come out here as a respectable human being, instead of the brat you’ve been acting like.”

“De—“

“I’m not done!” Dean snapped, and you flinched. His voice went quiet again, but the tone was no less biting. “You’ll eat, sleep, and do your homework, and that’s it. If you want something else to do, you can clean the bunker. And when your suspension is over, you go straight to school and straight home, nothing else. Now go to your room.” At your hesitance, the anger came back in a single-worded yell. “Now!”

You scampered off to your room, and Sam turned to stare at Dean.

“Dude, what was that?”

Dean deflated a little at Sam’s shock.

“Look, I…she can’t keep doing this.” Dean reached over to his laptop and spun it around. “Especially not now. We got a hunt. A dragon. It’s in the area, and it’s taken two girls from the school district already. I can’t have her running around the town and skipping school and—“ Dean’s voice caught. “She could get killed.”

“Dean.” Sam swallowed. “I know we agreed to keep this a secret, but—but maybe it’s time. She’s not gonna understand how important it is to be careful unless she knows—“

“Not…not yet,” Dean said. “I just…I need a little more time. I’m not ready to do that to her.”

“Fine.” Sam sighed. “Then we’d better get this dragon before she goes off on another rebellious streak.”

…

You acted more or less like an angel during your 2-day suspension. Dean’s harsh lecture had scared you into a temporary submission—you’d never seen him like that.

He didn’t usually act that way…at least not to you.

But when the time came for you to go back to school, the brothers were still no closer to catching the dragon. Dean insisted on dropping you off at school, rather than let you take the bus. You thought he was just being your “jail sentence” enforcer. You had no idea about the real danger.

“And you’re gonna stay in school until I pick you up, right?” Dean was eyeing you harshly.

“Yes mom,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes and grabbing your backpack.

“Hey.” Dean grabbed your arm before you could get out of the car. “I need you to do this for me, ok? It’s important.”

You tilted your head, confused and more than a little curious, but you didn’t question Dean.

“Yeah, whatever.” You brushed his arm off and stepped out of the Impala, meanwhile Dean was scanning the area as if the dragon would be lurking just outside. After you disappeared into the school, Dean hesitantly left, heading back to the bunker determined to catch the dragon.

…

“Dean! Dean!” Sam ran into the kitchen of the bunker, out of breath.

“What, you don’t get enough running as is? Now you gotta act like a headless chicken?” Dean scoffed, smirking at his little brother.

“The school called. Y/N isn’t in class.”

The smirk dropped from Dean’s face.

“She what?”

“After lunch, she cut classes. She’s not there. De—“

“Let’s go.” Dean snatched his keys up and headed for the garage.

“Dean, we have no idea where she is!”

Dean hefted the dragon-killing sword that he and Sam had found in the bunker dungeon.

“Then let’s go find her before the dragon does.”

…

You really had thought about listening to Dean—for about 20 minutes.

You didn’t really have a destination, and you didn’t really know why you’d left school. You also didn’t know why you kept getting into fights, or why you no longer seemed to care about your grades.

You didn’t seem to know much of anything, except that you were frustrated. Frustrated that school didn’t seem to matter when your brothers—your only family—kept coming home in worse and worse shape, whether that meant they were beat up or exhausted or just dead-eyed. They always had this look about them—like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders—but every time they came back from one of their “trips,” it looked like the weight got heavier.

It was hard to say what was worse; helplessly watching them suffer, or having no idea why they were suffering.

You wished they would just trust you with the truth, but every time you asked they got this sad look in their eyes and said you didn’t need to know. So, your frustration grew, and you stopped caring about the things that didn’t seem to matter anymore.

The only problem was, they still seemed to matter to your brothers. Even with their exhaustion and their trips, they still somehow had the energy to care that you didn’t go to school. Why did they get to care about your busted lip from a fight, when you weren’t allowed to know why they looked half-dead when they got home?

Still, maybe this wasn’t a good idea—Dean had looked really worried this morning, and the last thing you wanted was to scare him, or to get yourself sent off to Jody or Donna’s again.

It happened so fast that it took you a moment to realize, and when you did it didn’t make sense. The first thing that clued you in that something was very wrong was the pain. Something was stuck in your shoulder, like a knife or teeth or—something. Your shoulder was on fire, the puncture wounds mixed with the pressure of something holding on hard enough to crack bone too much to bare.

Black spots danced in front of your eyes, but before they took over completely you risked a glance to your throbbing shoulder.

Long, thick, finger-like claws disappeared into the bleeding skin. You looked further up—the claws were attached to a scaly leg, which was attached to a gigantic body of a—of a what?

The sight of it was too much. Your shoulder pulsed in pain one last time, while the overwhelming sight of a—of a monster—was the last thing you saw before the blackness overtook you.

…

When you opened your eyes, you thought you’d gone blind. Then your eyes adjusted to the dim light, and you could make out dark rocks around you and bars above your head.

Your breaths came out in quick gasps as you frantically looked around.

“Hey, hey it’s ok.” A voice from the darkness made you flinch, but you relaxed when you saw a girl about your age standing near you. “He hasn’t done anything to us yet.”

“Who?” You gasped.

“That…” another girl was standing in the corner, and you looked around more slowly—there were 3 strangers in all. “That thing. You saw it, right? It was like…like a bat.”

Your heart sank. It hadn’t been some weird nightmare, or fever dream. You really had been taken by a monster.

“Shh!” The girl in the corner hissed. “I think it’s coming back!”

Sure enough, the echoing sound of footsteps drew nearer. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and panic began to settle deep in your bones.

Until you heard two very familiar voices bickering.

“I’m telling you, it’s not here!”

“There’s not many other options, Dean.”

“Dean!” You threw caution to the wind and called out for your older brother. The voices stopped, and the footsteps got quicker and louder.

“Kid.” Dean’s relieved smile calmed something deep inside you. There was something about him—something that said he knew exactly what to do. Something that said it was all gonna be ok. “Are you ok?”

“Fi—fine.” You were pretty sure your shoulder was still bleeding, but that didn’t matter anymore. “Just get us out of here before that thing comes back.”

Dean went to work on the lock, and you peered over his shoulder to see Sam, a sword gripped in his fist. A sword?

“Ok, c’mon.” Dean eased open the cell and reached his hand down to you. You stepped away from his reach, pushing a trembling girl forward in your stead.

“Her first.”

Dean didn’t look happy, but he didn’t argue either.

Once all the girls were out, Sam pointed them towards the exit while Dean lifted you out if the cage, careful with your injured shoulder.

“Go with the others, get in the Impala and lock the doors until we come out, ok?”

“What do mean? You’re coming with us, right?” You looked from Sam to Dean, but they were hesitant to meet your eye.

“We have to take care of this thing,” Dean said.

“What?” You grabbed onto Dean’s arm. “De, you don’t get it, it—it’s not some guy or something. I know it sounds crazy, but this thing isn’t…human. I don’t know what it is, but you can’t just—“

Sam and Dean weren’t surprised, or confused. If anything, they looked pitying.

“You knew,” you breathed. “You—you know what this thing is, and you knew it was out here. That’s why you were freaking out so much, you…” you let go of Dean’s arm and took a step back.

“Hey, honey.” The sad look in Sam’s eyes was too much for you. “We can explain it all, I promise. But you’ve gotta go.”

“No, no way.” You shook your head firmly. “You guys can’t just—“

“Look out!” Dean shoved you, and when you hit the floor you looked up at your brothers. There was a man standing just where you’d been. At least…he looked mostly like a man.

Except for his red-hot glowing arm, with claws instead of fingernails.

Sam swiped at him with the sword, and the cut that appeared on his arm sizzled and revealed purple glowing scales.

“What is that?” You whimpered, but your voice barely carried past your lips.

The thing backhanded Sam, sending him flying back in an almost-comical arch—whatever this thing was, it had superhuman strength. The sword went soaring away from both of your brothers, clanging somewhere in the darkness.

Before Sam could even think to go after it, the monster-man was nearly upon him.

“Hey!” Dean ran for the thing, a crowbar you hadn’t noticed clenched in his fist. It was a useless tool, it seemed, but he swung it anyway, desperate to protect Sam.

The monster yelled out and fell to one knee, before jumping back up and grabbing hold of one end of the crowbar. It was clear that Dean hadn’t been expecting him to recover so quickly.

Sam was still on the ground—he must have hit his head, because he was groaning and looking around, disoriented.

You didn’t know what that thing was, you didn’t know what you were doing, you didn’t even know where you were, but an instinct was screaming at you from deep within—

Help them.

You dove into the darkness, your groping fingers swiping against cool steel. But all you managed to do was knock it further out of your reach before you could grab onto it.

“Hey!”

You looked up to see the monster—having swatted Dean away—bearing down on you, desperate to get to you before you got the sword.

“No, no—“ you whimpered, backing away from the monster—and consequently, away from the sword.

He raised his hand, prepared to cut you up with a single swipe of his claws. Then his eyes went wide, his jaw dropping open as the tip of a sword stuck out through the front of his chest. You spared a glance around the monster—Sam had recovered and come up behind him, stabbing him through the back.

The monster slunk to the floor, eyes still wide and unblinking. You scrambled away from the dead body and onto your feet, your adrenaline wearing off and a deep-seated terror taking its place.

You hardly realized how shallow your breathing was until Sam was in front of you, looking calm as ever.

“Hey, hey it’s ok,” he soothed. “It’s dead, you don’t have to—“

“What is that thing?!” You demanded, rubbing at your chest and looking anywhere but into Sam’s eyes.

“A dragon.”

“And you knew.” You swallowed hard, trying to grasp onto any coherent thought. “You-you knew what that thing was, and how to kill it. How did you—what—“

“We can talk about it back at the bunker,” Dean cut in. You looked at him, and there was a sadness lingering in his gaze that twisted your heart.

“Is—are there more?” You were shaking, even as Sam grabbed onto your hands and tried to lead you out. “There are more, right? Why’d it take me? Do they want to kill me? Have you been killing these things all this time? I don’t und—

“I need you to calm down,” Dean insisted, pulling the sword from the dragon’s back and slinging the hilt over his shoulder, like the most casual thing in the world. “Dragons go after virgins, you were just a coincidence. But they’re rare—for all we know, that was the last one.”

“So you’ve been killing something else then,” you said. “Every time you go out on those stupid trips, you—it’s for something like this, isn’t it?”

Dean sighed—it was that weight-of-the-world sigh that you’d heard too many times.

“We’ll explain it back at the bunker.”

…

Dean glanced at you every few seconds, monitoring you carefully and making the ride to the bunker feel like an eternity. He could tell the moment your adrenaline fully wore off, because you started to wince and grab at your injured shoulder.

“Don’t touch it,” Sam spoke up. “I’ll fix it up for you when we get back.”

You just stared at him silently, with a wide-eyed gaze that hadn’t left you since the dragon was killed. It was a look that tore at Dean’s insides—a look that said your whole world had turned upside down. You’d never looked younger, or more scared.

…

Sam watched you closely while he cleaned up the gashes in your shoulder. You were taking it like a champ, barely grimacing while Sam worked. Your eyes held a thousand questions, and Sam was anxious for you to start asking. He felt guilty; a part of him knew they should’ve told you years ago, but they hadn’t wanted to expose you to the part of their lives that could get you killed.

“Dad knew about this too, didn’t he?” It was the first time you’d spoken since they’d left the dragon’s lair. “He didn’t die in a car wreck.”

“He didn’t.” Sam had told himself it was just a white lie, since the car wreck was ultimately why John had sold his soul for Dean. The lie didn’t feel so white right now.

“Dad’s how we got into this,” Dean spoke up from the doorway. “After our mom was killed by a demon.”

Your eyes widened as you looked from Dean to Sam.

“Demons are real?” You breathed. Your hands were shaking again.

“Everything is real.” Dean stepped further into the room, trying and failing to look calming and unbothered. “But you don’t have to worry about them. We’ve got them, we know what we’re doing.”

You let Dean’s promise hang in the air for a moment, but when he turned to leave you stopped him with a single word.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you teach me how to hunt monsters like you? Why…” your voice caught as Sam tied off the last stitch on your arm, but you kept going. “Why didn’t you trust me?”

“It’s not about that.” Dean came to sit next to Sam on your bed. “Me and Sammy were born into this—but I thought we could keep you away from it. I wanted you to grow up better—to grow up safer.”

Before you could say anything, Sam was standing and tugging on Dean’s arm.

“We’re gonna let you get some sleep,” Sam said. “Don’t worry about school tomorrow, just rest up and when your arm is healed up we’ll go from there.”

The door closed with a click, and you flinched at the harsh sound of it.

“I wanted you to grow up better—to grow up safer.”

You didn’t feel safer. You felt like the rug had been torn out from under you, and underneath it was a pit of snakes.

Or a pit of monsters.

You laid back on your bed, your shoulder aching and your mind whirling with images of dragons and demons and beasts.

“Everything is real.” That’s what Dean had said, but what did that mean?

You could only imagine—every horror movie that kept you up at night, every nightmare, every dark thing that felt like it was lingering in the night; real.

Eventually you dozed off, images of the dragon’s black wings and sharp, blood-soaked claws waking you up several times. By the time 6 in the morning rolled around, you were soaked in sweat and no less tired than you had been the night before—the fitful sleep hadn’t been restful.

You slipped out the door, tiptoeing around the bunker like you expected a monster around every corner.

A muffled pop had you nearly jumping out of your skin, but when the sound repeated again and again, you realized you recognized it. You followed the sound to the shooting room and found Dean there, hyper-focused on the demolished paper target on the other side of the room.

He must’ve seen you out of the corner of his eye, because he lowered his gun and pulled his bulky noise-cancelling headphones off his ears.

“You look like crap,” he observed.

“Didn’t sleep well,” you mumbled.

“The arm hurtin you?”

You shrugged. “It’s not really that.”

“Ah.” Dean sighed. “I never meant for this to—“ his voice broke. “Maybe I shoulda told you sooner.”

“It’s my fault,” you admitted. “I never should’ve left school.”

“You didn’t know.” Dean mulled over your words for a moment. “But…why did you leave? What’s been going on with you, kid?”

“I don’t know.”

At Dean’s side eye, you went on.

“No, I—I really don’t. Look, I know I’ve been a pain lately, but…I really don’t know why I do it. It just…school doesn’t feel like it matters anymore.” Before Dean could ask the questions behind his eyes, you kept going. “You didn’t tell me about the monsters, but I knew something was wrong. Something big. And I saw you guys struggling, I saw you guys coming home injured, and I just…math class seemed stupid in comparison. And I guess I just got so angry about it—and that’s why the fights started.”

“Ok.” Dean let silence reign for a long moment, but you weren’t done.

“Dean?”

Dean hummed.

“I wanna know it all.”

Dean ran a hand over his face—your question seemed to age him and exhaust him.

“Don’t do this to me, kid. When you went missing—I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. I don’t want you out there.”

“Fine, then I won’t fight the monsters. But I still want to know everything. I already know they’re out there—it would be better to know exactly what they are. It would keep me from wondering.”

“I’m not so sure the truth is better than your imagination, kid.”

“De, I need to know.”

“Fine.”

Dean threw an arm over your shoulder and started leading you out of the room.

…

“Sammy’s probably in the library, we can show you some books and dad’s journal,” Dean said. His feet felt as heavy as led—he didn’t want to show you the hundreds of graphic monster images that he knew were in the Men of Letters’ lore books. He didn’t want you to know. He wanted to rewind the clock to a few days ago, and do it all over, and protect you from the truth.

“Ok. Hey Dean?” You stopped walking suddenly, and Dean turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“I’m—I-I don’t want a monster to get me.” Your lower lip was quivering, and you were staring up at Dean with shining eyes.

“Hey.” Dean folded you into his arms, holding you like he thought someone was going to tear you away, but you held on just as tightly. “I’m never gonna let that happen, never. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

“Ok.” Your voice was shaking, but it held firm. You didn’t say anything else, you didn’t ask any questions—you trusted Dean completely.

He would die to keep that trust.

…

Sam spent the afternoon showing you hundreds of different kinds of monsters, making sure that you knew there was a way to kill every last one of them.

You seemed more grounded when the day was over—the sheer number of monsters was overwhelming, and they were the stuff of nightmares, but at least there was nothing left for your imagination to conjure up.

“I wanna know about Dad,” you told Sam when he’d decided you’d seen enough monsters for the day.

“Let’s save that for tomorrow.” Dean stepped into the room, holding plates full of food. “It’s time for dinner.”

You huffed, but relented. Halfway through an unusually silent meal, you spoke up.

“I need you guys to promise not to lie to me again. At least not about something so big.”

Sam stared at you for a long moment, guilt weighing down his features. Dean broke the tense silence.

“I’ll do that if you promise not to skip classes or get in fights.”

That finally prompted a smile from you.

“I make no promises.”

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latenightdaydreams · 9 months ago

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Eldritch!König X Princess! Reader

The reader is a stubborn princess with a childish personality, she is considered a treasure by the king, loved and pampered, however because she was imprisoned in the castle for too long and learned too many royal rules and rituals, she decided to escape to leave the castle and on her journey of discovery, she accidentally strayed into the forbidden sea of the kingdom... if you don't mind, there is rape

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Eldritch!König x Princess (fem)

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🚫!Trigger Warning!🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, creature, tentacles, non-con, virginity loss

1.6k word count

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Being the eldest daughter to the King means a lot of responsibilities are placed on your shoulders, one day this will all be yours. The sad thing is that you want none of it. You’d love to be free, like the children in the town outside the castle walls.

Every day is consumed with boring lessons and practice. While your body may be here, your mind wanders often to what lies beyond your gilded cage. The King is a kind but overprotective man. He tells you continuously about a scary world filled with evil, yet all you can find is magic in the stories you’re told.

Today is like every other day. While sitting at the piano, you mindlessly press on keys as you stare out the open windows. It is a beautiful and bright day; the sound of the birds carrying through the light breeze makes you crave only a moment outside. You smash your hands down on the keys with annoyance. It’s as if the world is teasing you.

The staff around looks at your out the corner of their eyes, rolling them. You often act out as if you’re a child, yet you’re in your twenties already. What more should they expect from such a spoiled brat? They fear the day your queen; you’re nowhere near ready for that type of responsibilities.

Lucky for them, they won’t have to worry about that. You don’t plan on being here for much longer. Over the last few months, you’ve been putting together an escape plan. Armed with the knowledge of lore spoken and countless hours of studying; you’re ready to make a new path for yourself. The thought of being a Queen has never appealed to you, you’ve always dreamed of living like a daring adventurer. Someone not bound to the confines of their overbearing parents.

You wander down into the kitchen to see a room of busy bee workers preparing dinner. Some look at you, but choose to ignore you as to not get wrapped up into any of your wild antics. Walking over to a bowls of freshly picked blueberries, you grab a handful and twirls innocently towards the door. As you scan the room, you notice that no one is looking at you. Perfect.

The door opens with a bit of weight applied. You quickly slip out the door without anyone noticing. The kitchen faces the woods; with only a bag with money and some food you begin your new journey.

Your feet carry you eagerly through the brush and into the woods; your escape is almost too easy. For a moment you turn to look at the castle for one last time, letting yourself commit the view to memory. You don’t know when you’ll be back again and it’s bitter sweet. Once you feel as if you’re ready to move on, you turn with no intentions of running back a scared little girl.

Hours of walking tire you quickly. You never figured that the ground might be difficult to walk on, meaning you haven’t made it as far as you planned to before sun down. Off in the distance you can hear the sound of waves crashing, piquing your interest. All these years and you’ve never seen the ocean before, it’s always been a dream.

The sun setting causes a stunning golden hue to cover the water, making it feel as if you’ve just stumbled into heaven on earth. You quickly remove your shoes, eager to feel the sand between your toes. As you rush forward, the warm sand is relaxing. The small worry that lingered in the back of your mind is completely forgotten as you become entranced by the crashing waves.

You approach the shore line allowing the cool water to wash over your feet. It’s such a welcoming feeling, it’s impossible to believe that your father said this world is evil. How can it be evil when such beauty exists? You sit, your dress gets wet but you don’t care. Minutes pass as the sun continues to set. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something poke out of the water.

König sees you; you’re new. His eyes drift over the royal purple dress that you’re wearing. A princess? In this part of the world? How did you ever get here? Either way, he wasn’t going to complain. It’s as if the universe just hand delivered a new toy to him. He watches you curiously as you simply…enjoy the view.

You lay back, closing your eyes with a big smile on your face. Day one of freedom and you’re already confident that you’ve made the right decision. Then, you feel the presence of something- someone- approaching you. When you open your eyes, you see a large man looking down at you. His eyes a pale blue, body nude other than a piece of fabric covering his face. From underneath the fabric, eight large purple toned tentacles move about.

There is a moment of just staring at him with a slack jaw. He’s a massive eight feet tall, making the way he looms over your much smaller body that much more intimidating. You watch as his eyes trail over your dress; he somehow makes you feel exposed while fully clothed.

“Hello…” You speak in a timid tone.

“Hallo…Prinzessin.” His voice is low and gravely.

“Y- you know who I am?”

“Ja. You’re Princess y/n.” He begins to walk around you, inspecting you.

“I am…who are you?”

“König. You’ve wandered into my kingdom, Prinzessin. Did you know that?” He kneels and looks into your eyes as you sit up, feeling uncomfortable with him. “People don’t usually come here.”

“Why?” Your voice shakes slightly.

“Because of me.”

For a moment you linger, staring up at him. Your stomach churns and you feel sick. He smells of the ocean and it’s very unpleasant. The alarm going off in your line is telling you to get up and run; that you’re in danger. You decide to try and just push that feeling down.

“Wh- why is that?”

König can smell the fear emanating off of you. A small band of sweat forms around your hairline from the warm day and the heavy dress overheating your body. A small drop drips down the side of your face, traveling over your delicate features.

“You’re wearing far too many layers.” One of his thick tentacles slowly wraps around your ankle, slipping up underneath the hem of your long dress.

That is what triggers panic within you. You quickly jump up, but his tentacle tightens its grip and pulls you back down. Your face smashes into the sand, cutting your lip from the impact. The sand slips through your fingers as you grab at it, trying to get away.

König grabs your arms and turns you around, laying you on your back. As you sit up to hit him, he grabs your arms and slams you back down. A loud laugh leaves him, he wasn’t expecting such a delicate little thing to be so feisty.

“Where do you think you’re off to? You’re in my world now, Prinzessin.”

“Get off of me!” You scream.

“I’ve been looking for a queen. A warm body for my offspring to grow in.”

König’s slimy tentacles come up and wrap around your wrist, pinning you to the ground as you squirm. His massive weight rests on your legs as he begins to slip the fabric that covers you up, exposing a sweet little bush covering your precious center. A low hum rumbles from his chest as his pale eyes meet yours.

The stomach churning feeling of his appendages slithering up your leg makes you jerk to the side but you can’t move. König is much bigger and much stronger than you; it would be a useless waste of energy. You can feel the tip slip back and forth, parting your folds.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m the princess!”

“You’re no one here.”

König shuts you up with a hand over your mouth as his tentacles move to hold you down and your legs apart for him. Tears stream down your face as you realize that no matter how much you scream, there is no one here that can help you. His unsettling gaze lingers on yours as he moves his erection closer to you.

Your muffled cries are drowned out but the loud sound of König’s moan as he presses the tip of his leaking cock against your pure cunt. A virgin princess, exactly what the king deserves. A stinging pain travels throughout your body as he struggles to press his girthy 13 inch cock into you.

“Mein Gott, you’re so small. I’m going to break you.” He chuckles as his hips buck forward.

The walls of your vagina feel gummy as they wrap tightly around him. You’re like the perfect little glove, little sex toy for him. He pulls his hips back and repeatedly continues the assault on your defenseless smaller body. Unable to do anything, you just lie there and take it.

“Does daddy know where you are?” He mocks in a low gruff voice as he thrust at a merciless speed, not allowing you to catch your breath.

“M-mm” You mumble and shake your head, his hands still on your mouth not allowing you to speak.

“Stupid…little…brat.” König manages the words between each thrust. His hands move to your legs, pulling them back so he can angle himself deeper into you, trying to shove more of himself into you. Your pained pathetic mewls boom out across the empty beach.

Back at the castle there is panic after hours without any sight of you. Your father went to your room to see a note placed on your bed. In a hurry he reads it, tears streaming down his face as he reads your final goodbye to him. He is torn between sending every knight to find you and just leaving you to be the woman you’ve dreamt of becoming. Little does he know you’ve only doomed yourself to the life of being bred.

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spiicii · 6 months ago

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bloodline property / part three

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader word count → 7.7k summary → takes place after this tense argument between jey and sami. the tribal chief has made it clear that jey is to make peace, but how will he react when sami is offered more than just a taste of the bloodline's property? links → masterlist / bloodline property (part one) / bloodline property (part two) tags → multiple partners, multiple orgasms, possessive behavior, daddy kink, blowjobs, hair-pulling, doggy-style, creampie, spitroasting, praise kink, hickies, overstimulation, degradation, crying, some spanking, some restraint, some bratty behavior and brat-taming, breeding kink at the end, brief mentions of come sharing, lore accurate Tribal Chief (Roman is not always nice to his cousins)

The ache in your jaw was positively delicious. Jimmy’s cock was impossibly wide, drool already spilling from your bottom lip as you bobbed your head up and down his length. You looked up at him through your lashes, your hands already moving up to clutch at the hard muscle of his thigh. Your eyes met and he let out a chuckle, his hand in your hair. At this angle he looked like a god.

“So eager,” murmured Jey from behind you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “But you been eager all night, ain’t you, pretty girl?”

You nodded around Jimmy’s cock, drool beginning to drip down the front of your chest. You felt Jey’s grin against your neck as he nipped it with his canines.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Roman and Solo seated off to the side, both of them watching you with interest. Your eyes met the Tribal Chief’s and he smiled, his gaze knowing. He knew how badly you wanted this. How badly you needed this - to be on your knees, serving his Bloodline.

You knew Jimmy had wanted to fuck you, but seeing him fresh out of the shower, towel slung low beneath his hipbones, had you practically salivating. It had felt like the easiest decision in the world to fall to your knees and begin licking at the underside of his cock, your mouth watering at the very sight of it. Jimmy was nothing if not a courteous lover and he allowed you to have your fun, teasing and swirling your tongue around the tip until you tasted pre-come.

Jey hadn’t been as patient as he dropped to his knees behind you, his mouth now latched to the underside of your jaw. Jey wasn’t normally the one leaving marks on you, but he seemed insatiable tonight, his mouth alternating between sweet kisses and gentle nibbles against your exposed skin. You could feel his erection pressed thickly against your ass, a reminder of how badly he wanted you.

You heard a knock at the bedroom door and you removed Jimmy’s dick from your mouth with a pop, ignoring how his grip in your hair tightened in frustration. You looked over at Roman and saw him motion to Solo to open the door, his eyes flickering over to you, almost as if he were concerned about how you might feel about the intrusion.

You offered him a reassuring smile, letting him know that you weren’t worried. It was probably just Paul.

The Wiseman had never bothered you. He was just another outsider, like you, who belonged to the Tribal Chief. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen you like this, on your knees servicing members of the Bloodline, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Solo opened the door and Paul stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of you on your knees with Jimmy’s cock in your hand, Jey kneeling behind you with his lips on your neck. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before and he quickly moved on, his face giving nothing away.

“My Tribal Chief,” he murmured, his eyes now on his master. “Sami Zayn is here.”

You felt Jey tense behind you, his grip on your hips tightening. Although Sami had been a part of the Bloodline for months now, the relationship between the two of them hadn’t improved. If anything, things seemed to be getting worse. You remembered how the two had argued the night before, Jey’s words laced with venom.

I don’t like you, Sami. I don’t like your hair. I don’t like your face. I don’t like you being around my family. How you think you part of the Bloodline and you ain’t blood? Newsflash for you, Sami: you never will be. You don’t belong here. Don’t nobody in this group like you. I’m just the realest one to say it out loud.

Jey had always been protective of his family, but Sami’s presence with the Bloodline had brought out an ugly side in him, one you didn’t like. You could certainly understand his reluctance to trust an outsider, but Sami had proven himself time and time again, unfailingly loyal to the Head of the Table.

You remembered Sami had tried to defend himself, his face betraying his hurt from Jey’s vicious words.

Why are you yelling at me? I’m trying to make peace. The Tribal Chief says he wants peace.

And without missing a beat, Jey had uttered those fateful words.

Man, I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say!

He hadn’t meant it, of course, but the damage had been done, his anger making him reckless. You had watched Roman’s face twist in displeasure, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed rage. Had Sami not defended him, you knew the Tribal Chief would have beaten down Jey right there and then for such open disrespect.

While Roman had restrained himself on live television, Sami hadn’t completely saved Jey from punishment. Once the Bloodline had arrived back at the penthouse that night, Jey and Roman had taken a walk. A very long walk. And when they both returned Jey’s face had been pale, now trying to hide an obvious limp. You weren’t sure what Roman had done to him, but the message was clear: Jey was not to step out of line again.

Now as Sami entered the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking onto yours, you could feel Jey’s fingers digging into your soft flesh of your hip, his breathing labored. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to avoid standing up and making a scene. You leaned back and nuzzled against Jey’s neck in an effort to comfort him, still keeping Jimmy’s cock in hand as you treated it to a few dexterous twists and tugs.

“Thank you, Wiseman. You’re dismissed.” Roman’s voice was calm, already motioning for Solo to return to his seat beside him.

Paul bowed his head respectfully and moved to leave, his eyes briefly meeting yours. Although the two of you rarely spoke, you shared a common ground - an understanding of what both of your roles were and how you both served the Bloodline. As your eyes met, you could read in the Wiseman’s face a very clear message, one that he couldn’t speak out loud: Be careful.

You gave him the barest nod in understanding, watching as he quickly retreated from the room and closed the door behind him. He was right, of course. Tonight was not the night to press anyone’s buttons.

“Welcome, Sami. Please, come sit.” Roman motioned to the other empty chair beside him. “Our girl’s a bit occupied right now. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sami quickly obeyed, moving swiftly past you and the twins to take the seat beside the Tribal Chief. Once he was seated, Sami’s eyes were immediately on you again, his pupils already blown wide with lust. You offered him a shy smile, your strokes on Jimmy’s cock lazy as you met Sami’s piercing gaze.

You heard Jey make a low rumbling noise behind you, clearly displeased at Sami’s intrusion. You were glad when Jimmy tugged impatiently at your hair to urge you back onto his dick.

“Get back to work, slut,” Jimmy growled and you were eager to obey, leaning forward and sinking down on his cock like you were gagging for it.

Jey was quick to resume his assault on your neck, his teeth now biting harder against the delicate skin of your windpipe.

It was rare to see Jey this jealous and possessive of you. Normally he was sweet, his words kind and his touch gentle, but it was clear that Sami’s presence had triggered something primal inside of him. He wanted to claim you as his, the bruises and bites satisfying that deeper, more animalistic part of him you didn’t often get to see.

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey continued to suck and bite, bordering the line between pleasure and pain in a way that he rarely indulged. It felt euphoric and you could already feel wetness forming between your legs, your pussy spasming, practically begging to be filled. You began to shift uncomfortably in Jey’s arms, watching as Jimmy narrowed his eyes in annoyance as you struggled to sit still.

He yanked you off his dick with a violent tug at your hair and you let out a whine, your scalp stinging.

“Hold her still, Jey,” Jimmy snapped, clearly impatient. “Since she wanna run from it.”

Jey’s arms were wrapped around yours so quickly you barely had any time to react, easily jerking your arms behind you and pressing you against his chest. You struggled pointlessly in his hold, just to test the balance of power, and Jey chuckled in amusement, his breath warm against your ear as he held you close.

You looked up at Jimmy with a smirk, your eyes glinting with defiance. “Thought you wanted to fuck me?”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at your words, a smile already tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew your games. The Tribal Chief always demanded complete obedience, which you were more than happy to give him, but things were different with the twins. They didn’t mind a challenge. To them it was all part of the game. And they were always more than happy to put you in your place.

Jimmy's face broke into a grin, the fist in your hair so tight you gasped. “She got a smart mouth, uce.” he mused, looking down at you thoughtfully.

You felt Jey nip another bruise at your shoulder as he met his brother’s gaze, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Let’s see how talkative she is after you fucked her throat.”

Jimmy kept that dominant hand in your hair as he leaned down to give you a small kiss on the lips, his eyes so dark they looked black.

“Tap Jey if you need to stop,” he murmured to you, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your face up to him.

You flashed him a winning smile. “Do your worst,” you goaded and both twins laughed.

“You’ll regret that, girl.”

Jimmy’s cock was down your throat so quickly that you jumped in surprise, Jey’s grip on you tightening in response. “There ya go,” Jey crooned in your ear, his own erection twitching with interest. “Take it like a good girl.”

You didn’t have much of a choice. Jimmy’s thrusts became deeper as he tested your limits. You looked up at him as your eyes began to water, no gag reflex in sight. Jimmy grinned down at you, white teeth flashing as he pushed his length even further down your throat. You relaxed and allowed it, your tongue working him over as he continued to explore.

Finally he bottomed out, his cock fully encasing your throat, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed curls. He held you there, his grip on your hair still tight. It was difficult to breathe, but once it became clear that you wouldn’t choke, he let out a breathless laugh.

“Jesus, pretty girl,” he muttered in disbelief. “Your throat was just made to be fucked.”

You felt Jey’s free hand at your neck, his fingers outlining the shape of his brother’s cock in your throat. “What a practiced slut,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “Got yo’ throat trained up real good, don’t we, baby?”

Jey’s words seemed to spur his brother into action and he pulled his hips back, slamming back into your mouth with a moan. His grip on your hair was punishing, keeping you still and ensuring that you could do nothing but take it. Jey continued to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, unbothered by his twin battering the back of your throat like he was paid for it.

Jimmy’s thrusts became quicker, his massive cock blocking your airway and making oxygen scarce. You finally, finally felt your throat convulse and Jimmy groaned at the feeling, his hips picking up speed.

Your skin felt feverish and you let out a low moan, urging Jimmy on. Tears began to spill from your eyes though Jey’s clever tongue licked them away before they fell. You tried to breathe the best that you could around him, but it was difficult and you felt light-headed, cheeks burning as Jimmy pounded your throat like a fleshlight.

Eventually Jimmy’s thrusts began to stutter out of rhythm and you knew he was close, his cock so deep in your throat that you felt drunk on it. Jey’s mouth was on your shoulder, suckling yet another bruise, his free hand twisting cruelly on your nipple. You let out another moan and that seemed to push Jimmy over the edge.

He kept his grip on your hair tight as he came down your throat, his head thrown back as he spilled inside you. You suckled reverently around his cock, savoring the salty taste of his come exploding across your tongue. Your knees felt weak, your pussy so wet you began to feel your own juices slide down your thigh. You whined around his cock and shifted pitifully in Jey’s hold, looking for some kind of friction or relief.

And when Jimmy finally released his grip on your hair you sagged in Jey’s arms, your head falling forward as Jimmy removed his softening cock from your mouth. You took a few shuddering breaths, taking in as much oxygen as you could, your mouth still agape and jaw aching.

“Shhh,” cooed Jey, releasing his grip on your arms and hooking his fingers under your jaw to pull your face towards him. His eyes flickered down to your swollen lips, his gaze positively ravenous. “You did so good, pretty girl.”

Before you realized what was happening he was kissing you, his tongue collecting the remainder of his brother’s seed from your mouth, swallowing without hesitation. You moaned into his mouth, the tension between your legs beginning to build. He pulled away and gave you a knowing smile.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he chuckled, quickly picking you up off the floor with an easy strength. You let out a groan of appreciation, your knees aching from how long you’d been kneeling. As Jey sat you on the edge of bed, he lifted his knee up to nudge your legs apart, already pushing you back onto the mattress and leaning over you.

“Stop.” The Tribal Chief’s voice was so commanding you doubted you could have disobeyed him if you wanted to, both you and Jey freezing to look over at him.

Roman’s eyes were dark as he watched the two of you, his expression unreadable. “Get her on her knees.”

You saw the smallest flicker of annoyance cross Jey’s face, but he masked it well, unwilling to anger the Tribal Chief over something so trivial. Besides, he would still get to fuck you, so he wasn’t complaining, especially after the argument with Sami last night. You were sure he was just grateful that Roman hadn’t banned him from the bedroom altogether.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, urging you back up. “On your knees.”

You obeyed, allowing Jey’s gentle hands to ease you into position, his touch warm against your exposed skin. You were grateful for a mattress beneath your sore knees, already beginning to arch your back as Jey palmed at the soft flesh of your ass.

You had hardly gotten settled when you felt thick fingers pushing past your lips to force your mouth open, the Tribal Chief’s face now only a few inches from yours. Your eyes met his and it felt like something with wings was trapped in your ribcage, Roman’s eyes dark and hungry. He hooked his fingers in the side of your mouth like he’d caught a fish, a small whine escaping your lips as you stared up at him.

“You gonna be a good slut and let my Bloodline fuck you, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was an octave lower than usual, his eyes practically simmering. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to resist pulling you from Jey’s grasp and pounding you into the mattress. You weren’t sure why he was holding back, your pussy contracting at the thought of the Tribal Chief finally taking you. He hadn’t touched you all night and you were almost ready to beg for it.

Instead, you nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth, watching as the Tribal Chief looked down at you in satisfaction, his gaze still heated.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his wet fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek. “You see how well we got her trained, Sami? Isn’t she gorgeous like this?”

Your eyes flickered over to where Sami sat, watching with interest as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself to hide the erection in his jeans. His gaze at you seemed desperate, his fists clenching and unclenching around the armrests of the chair, and you almost felt sorry for him.

He’d been allowed into the Bloodline’s penthouse a few times before but he still hadn’t been permitted to fuck you. The Tribal Chief had allowed him the occasional kiss, perhaps the rare touch, but nothing more. It was clear that no matter how loyal the Honorary Uce was to the Bloodline, they didn’t consider him a full member. Not yet. He was still nothing more than an outsider, struggling just as you and Paul had to find acceptance in this family.

Jey swatted your ass and you jumped, letting out a small yelp. “Spread yo’ legs, girl,” he demanded from behind you. ”Lemme see what’s mine.”

You quickly obeyed, forcing yourself not to wriggle your hips in desperation as you felt his hot breath against your wet skin. He licked a hot stripe across your pussy and you shuddered, the feeling positively transcendent.

“Jesus, you soaked, babygirl.” Jey rumbled, his long fingers already moving to touch the wetness for himself. “You leakin’ just fo’ me?”

You let out a breathy moan as Jey’s long fingers began to play with your slicked opening, collecting the wetness between his fingers just so he could bring them to his own mouth for a taste.

It wasn’t long before you felt a new set of fingers tug at your hair and you looked up to see Solo towering above you, his massive cock only inches from your face. You obediently opened your mouth as you gazed up at him, allowing him to smear a bead of precum on your waiting tongue.

You savored the taste, quickly closing your lips around the fat tip and beginning to suck. Solo let out an appreciative moan, his grip on your hair tight, but not cruel. You could see the barest trace of a smile ghost across his lips, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. Your jaw was still aching from Jimmy’s previous abuse, but you barely noticed it, your brain beginning to grow fuzzy at the feeling of your lips stretching around the Enforcer’s massive length.

Jey’s fingers began exploring deeper in your leaking hole, the feeling sending warm tendrils of pleasure curling inside of you. You let out a low moan and Solo’s hips stuttered in response, the vibrations massaging the dick now lodged in your throat.

“You gon’ let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby?” Jey hummed, his long fingers poking and prodding at your entrance. God, he was such a tease. “Gon’ let me fuck you while you get your throat fucked too?”

You nodded around Solo’s cock, your hips wriggling pathetically beneath Jey’s hands. He removed his fingers from your desperate cunt and you whined at the loss, your gaze up at Solo pleading.

“Jey will take care of you, pretty girl,” Solo murmured, reaching out his free hand to stroke reassuringly across your cheekbone. “Just relax. It’s okay.”

You quickly obeyed, your mouth going slack as Solo began to move his hips forward, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. Despite how desperate you felt, you wanted more than anything to be good, allowing the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline to use you as they saw fit. This was your role. Your purpose. And you were more than happy to be a perfect, pretty toy for them to use.

Jey’s cock nudged at your entrance and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

“So tight,” Jey hissed, continuing to press deeper into your velvety warmth. “So perfect fo’ me, baby.”

Solo tugged at your hair again and your eyes flew open, your knees suddenly weak from the intensity of his gaze.

“Eyes on me.” Solo growled, his thrusts beginning to pick up speed as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You tried your best to use your tongue to maximize his pleasure, but it was pointless. Solo’s cock was simply too enormous, his balls smacking your chin at every impact. Instead, you kept your jaw relaxed and allowed him to use you, doing your best to maintain eye contact even as your eyes watered as he cut off your oxygen supply.

You were already on cloud nine, but when Jey bottomed out, you thought perhaps you’d really died and gone to heaven. He was practically in your guts at this angle, the tip of his perfect cock grazing your cervix. You let out a low moan and that was enough to send Solo over the edge.

With a tight grip of your hair you felt Solo spill down your throat, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he emptied himself into you. Despite the tears streaming down your face, both from exertion and from lack of oxygen, you allowed him to take his time, your throat frantically working to milk every drop from him.

When Solo finally pulled his softening cock from your mouth your head fell forward, now gasping for breath after so long without oxygen. Solo’s fingers remained tangled in your hair, now massaging your scalp - a wordless apology for how hard he’d tugged on it.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before tucking himself back into his pants and moving away, returning to his seat beside the Tribal Chief.

Jey continued to thrust slowly into you, his movements measured and calculated.

At this point, you were convinced that Jey’s cock had magical properties. That was the only explanation for how good he made you feel, his dick the only thing in the world that could erase all the thoughts from your brain and leave you shaking with pleasure long before you had even had your first orgasm.

Even now his slow, methodical thrusts were not enough to push either of you to completion, but it didn’t really matter. You knew he would have you coming apart on his cock soon enough. For now, you were content to let him go at his own pace and enjoy the warm, wet feel of your gummy walls. You continued to grip him tightly, practically sucking him deeper into you, greedy for anything and everything he had to offer.

Roman watched the two of you with interest, leaning forward in his chair to reach out and cup your feverish cheeks with his large hand. Despite his gentle touch, his gaze at you was dark. He looked like he wanted to devour you, his gaze flickering to where Jey was still fucking into you from behind, as if he were considering shoving his cousin to the side to take his place.

But he didn’t.

This was a game Roman often played: letting his Bloodline fuck you senseless, watching with unending patience until you were practically begging for him. You were never sure why he preferred it this way and you had never asked. Perhaps he wanted you needy and desperate for him, begging him in your sweetest little voice for just one kiss. Just one touch. Perhaps he liked you worn out and exhausted, your body pliant beneath his strong hands and your eyes hazy with pleasure. Nothing but a pretty doll for him to play with you.

Whatever the reason, it never failed to make you even more desperate for him, a whine already escaping your throat as you met his hungry gaze. He smirked at you, rubbing his thumb across your slick-shined lips just to tease you.

“You’ve been doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, watching you with interest. “You gonna keep being good for me? Still my obedient little girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Roman released you and leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Do you wanna fuck her mouth, Sami?”

The Tribal Chief’s question was casual, as if he were merely asking about the weather, but it didn’t change the magnitude of what this moment meant, both for Sami and the rest of the Bloodline.

Jey stilled behind you in shock, your pussy spasming helplessly around his still rock-hard dick inside you.

You couldn’t blame Jey for his surprise. While Roman had threatened to promote Sami to full Bloodline status, no one had thought those privileges would extend to the bedroom. Roman might share you with his cousins, but they were family. Sami was an outsider - no amount of loyalty would change that.

You couldn’t deny that you were surprised as well. As generous as Roman was with his family, he was possessive of you. To him, you were his manamea. His sweetheart. His favorite. His and his alone. Sharing you was not something he did easily.

You looked over at Sami and saw that he was looking at the Tribal Chief in amazement, his hands instinctively reaching down to his stiff cock in his jeans. His gaze darted around the room: to Jimmy, to Solo, to Jey, to you. He seemed to be waiting for someone to protest, maybe even laugh at him and tell him that it was all just one big joke, but no one did. The room was silent.

Of course it was Jimmy who spoke first. “Well? You gonna fuck her mouth or what? If you won’t, then I will. I don’t mind goin’ for round two.”

His words were impatient, but when you glanced over at him you could see that he was smiling, throwing a cheeky wink your way when he caught you staring. Of course he’d be proud of Sami. The two of them were close.

Solo, on the other hand, gave nothing away, merely watching as Sami twisted nervously in his chair beneath the scrutiny of the Bloodline. If he had reservations about Sami participating he didn’t show it, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the scene unfold before him. You doubted that he would mind. He’d always had a soft spot for Sami, perhaps more than he let on.

Sami seemed at a loss for words, now suddenly unable to meet your eyes despite the massive erection he was sporting. “I…I don’t…”

“Don’t want to?” Roman’s tone was playful. He knew, the same as the rest of you did, how badly Sami wanted you. How badly he’d wanted you the second he laid eyes on you.

Sami visibly gulped, his eyes darting over to Jey. “I…I just want to make sure everyone is completely comfortable with that.”

The implication in his words were not missed and you felt Jey’s finger tighten against you, causing you to let out a whimper. You didn’t miss how Jey’s cock twitched inside you, though you couldn’t be sure if it had anything to do with Sami or not. Your brain was beginning to fizzle out, the feeling of Jey’s long cock inside you, still unmoving, was driving you crazy. If he didn’t move soon you were sure you’d lose your mind.

“Hurry the fuck up then,” Jey muttered, finally, finally moving his hips again to shallowly thrust into your soaked hole, your eyes rolling back into your head at the feeling.

Okay. Perhaps you had lost your mind. Had Jey just agreed to let Sami fuck your mouth? Had you hallucinated that? Perhaps his magic dick had driven you to madness after all.

“Well?” Jey’s voice was sharp. “Go on, uce. We ain’t got all day.”

No, you definitely hadn’t imagined that. You wanted to think it through, maybe even turn around and ask Jey exactly what was going on in that pretty head of his, but he rolled his hips again and all the thoughts flew from your mind. Nothing could turn your brain dead the same way Jey’s cock could and you were convinced the damn thing had bewitched you.

You were so lost in the pleasure of finally being fucked again that you hardly noticed the hand against your cheek, the touch familiar.

“You want Sami, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief asked, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of hesitance. You’d talked to him about this before, but you thought it was sweet he wanted to be sure. You liked Sami. And you couldn’t deny that you were curious to see what he was packing in those tight little jeans he wore.

“Yes, Daddy.” You replied, nuzzling into his palm to reassure him. He watched you carefully, still searching for any sign, any indicator that you didn’t want this.

“Say your safeword back to me.”

“Red.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“I’ll tap his thigh. I promise, Daddy.”

The Tribal Chief finally seemed convinced, breaking into a wide smile. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “You take care of Jey and Sami then I’ll fuck you just how you like it. Okay, sweetheart?”

Jey shifted the angle of his hips and suddenly hit your g-spot, causing you to let out a gasp, your eyelids fluttering. Despite the pleasure settling over your brain like a fog, you still somehow found an answer for your master.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The Tribal Chief smirked, motioning over to Sami. “You heard her, Sami. She wants you.”

Sami stood on your shaky legs, watching as Jey continued to thrust into you from behind, your mouth falling open at the feeling. When he made it to your side, his erection still trapped inside his jeans, you couldn’t help but reach up to tug at his belt, a silent plea to remove the barrier between you.

Sami seemed hesitant, his gaze at you almost…concerned. He reached out and touched your cheek experimentally. Do you really want this? His eyes seemed to ask. Are you really sure?

You were getting impatient now, tugging harder at his belt. “Please, Sami,” you breathed, your voice still hoarse from Jimmy and Solo’s very thorough use of your throat. “Please, I need you.”

That was all Sami needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt, pulling his cock free of his boxers. He wasn’t as long as Jey, but a bit thicker, about the same width as Jimmy’s, with a blushing pink head. Your first instinct was to reach out to wrap your fingers around it, giving it a few experimental squeezes and tugs just to see how Sami would respond.

It was clear that Sami was sensitive, cute little pants of breath falling from his open mouth as you played with him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss the tip, eager to taste him after so many months of curiosity. He tasted almost sweet, the lingering smell of spice from his body wash now in your nose as you continued to work him over with your tongue.

You noticed that Sami was reaching up to cradle the back of your head, keeping himself grounded as you leaned down to take more of him in your mouth. You began to hollow out your cheeks and suck, the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth making your eyes glaze over in pleasure.

You eventually sank down further on his length, easily taking all of him until you were nestling your nose into a soft bed of ginger curls. Sami gasped in surprise, his fingers tightening in your hair almost instinctively while his cock twitched inside the small space of your throat.

“She’s a talented slut, ain’t she, Sami?” You heard Jimmy ask, watching the scene with amusement. “Go on and fuck her throat. I promise you she can take it.”

Sami didn’t seem so sure, quickly loosening his grip on your hair once he saw how tightly he’d pulled on it. It was clear he didn’t want to hurt you, his hips moving back to allow you to breathe better around his dick.

Meanwhile, Jey continued to pound into you from behind, picking up the pace now at the sight of Sami’s cock in your mouth. He continued to hit your g-spot with each sharp snap of his hips, his hands gripping your flesh so tightly that you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises there in the morning.

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey bordered that fine line between pain and pleasure. It wasn’t like him to be this rough with you, but you knew it was Sami’s presence that brought out his possessive side to him, his pace almost punishing as he continued to thrust into you.

Your eyes unfocused as you looked up at Sami, your body trembling both from exhaustion and pleasure as Jey continued to fill you so perfectly. Sami’s hips stuttered, almost as if he were resisting the urge to thrust without warning into your mouth. He was holding back, but you were too drunk on Jey’s cock to understand why.

“Aye, yo, you gon’ do something or what?” You heard Jey snap, his hand now reaching forward to grab your hair. Sami watched as Jey tugged your head back and your back arched in response, your mouth falling open more as Jey kept you speared on his cock.

“If you gon’ fuck her throat then do it. You ain’t gotta tease her like that.”

You kept your jaw slack, your eyes pleading as you looked up at Sami through your lashes. You didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted everything he had to offer you and more. You could take it. You could be good.

Sami finally seemed to take a hint, his hips beginning to find a faster rhythm. Jey let out a satisfied grunt, his grip on your hair tight as he kept your head pulled back, your mouth now at the perfect angle for Sami to begin pushing further into your throat. It was the most you’d ever seen the two of them cooperate, their movements almost in tandem as they kept you spit-roasted between them.

Sami’s cock began to twitch inside your throat and you watched as his cheeks began to splotch with pink, his pretty blue eyes fluttering.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

You realized with delirious elation that the reason Sami had been holding back was because he was going to finish impossibly fast - the tight, wet heat of your throat quickly sending him over the edge. You let out a whine as Sami spilled down your throat, Jey’s hand still in your hair to keep your mouth open for him.

Sami seemed dazed, his eyes far away as he looked down at you. It was clear he had not expected things to end so quickly and you watched as his face flushed in embarrassment. It was cute, you decided, though you didn’t have the words to tell him, not with your own orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Jey,” you whispered, your eyes crossing with ecstasy as he kept his steady pace, his perfect cock brushing against your g-spot every time.

You were grateful for Jey’s firm grip on your hair, keeping you in position so you didn’t fully collapse on the bed, your muscles shaking with exhaustion from being in the same position for so long.

“I gotchu, babygirl,” You heard Jey growl from behind you. “I gotchu.”

He always did.

You felt the tension building and you knew you couldn’t hold off any longer.

“Please, Daddy,” The plea was familiar on your lips. “Please, can I come?”

The Tribal Chief let out a low chuckle, clearly amused to see you falling apart on his cousin’s cock. “You can come, sweetheart.”

You let out a high-pitched keen, your pussy constricting Jey’s perfect dick inside you as you finally felt the tension snap. Pleasure was rolling across your tired limbs like soft peals of thunder, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

The feeling of your release was quick to trigger Jey’s as he slammed deep inside you one final time, a low groan escaping his lips. You felt a warmth spread inside of you as he coated your walls white, your pussy continuing to spasm helplessly around him.

You wanted to collapse on the bed, but Jey’s unforgiving grip on your hair kept you up, his hips still moving as he pumped the remainder of his seed into you. You obediently kept still, even as overstimulation began to prick at your exhausted limbs, your eyes still shut as the hand in your hair bordered on painful.

“Shhh, I gotchu, mamas.” Jey’s voice was a balm to your soul, his free arm wrapping around you to keep you from falling as he slowly released his grip on your hair. “There’s a good girl. Such a sweet girl fo’ me, baby.”

You allowed him to lay you gently down on the mattress, the cool sheets a welcome reprieve against your heated face. You sighed at the feeling, your eyes still dazed and unfocused from the pleasure he’d given you.

Soft lips were pressed against your temple and when you opened your eyes you saw Jey leaning down beside you, brushing some of the hair from your forehead. The smallest blush was still dotting his copper cheeks, the post-orgasmic bliss still lingering in his sleepy brown eyes. He smiled down at you, unable to resist pressing another kiss to your lips.

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, watching you with some concern as you grimaced, your throat and jaw sore from use. You nodded, smiling weakly in the hopes to reassure him.

He didn’t seem convinced, even as Roman stood from his chair and motioned for Jey to move, taking his place beside you on the bed.

Roman’s hand was against your cheek again and your heartbeat stuttered at the feeling. It didn’t matter how long you’d belonged to the Tribal Chief, he still managed to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl every time, his touches and words so sweet and adoring that you could never doubt his conviction.

“Use your words for me, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

Roman seemed worried, his thumb brushing across your swollen lips, wiping away some of the drool that had collected there.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice hoarse, and Roman smiled at you, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in a chaste kiss.

“Still want your Daddy to take care of you?”

You were relieved that he hadn’t asked you to stop. It didn’t matter that you’d taken the entirety of his Bloodline. It didn’t matter that your knees ached or your throat was sore. All you could think about was how badly you wanted him. And how anxious you were to serve.

“Yes, please,” You rasped, your hand already reaching out to him. “I need you so bad, Daddy. Please.”

The Tribal Chief chuckled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, the gesture tender. “Good girl.” he praised, pressing one final kiss to your forehead. “You just lay here and let your Daddy take care of you, okay, baby?”

You nodded, watching as Roman moved behind you, his large hands tugging at your hips to pull you back up to your knees. Your joints and muscles protested, but you kept your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to be good, even as Roman’s fingers dug into the same bruises Jey had left behind.

As the tip of his cock nudged at your already soaked cunt, you felt a strangled noise leave your throat. He was so much thicker than Jey, but he didn’t really stop to give you time to accommodate him, instead allowing your greedy hole to continue to suck him in further. You felt a faint burn at the feeling, though it quickly melted into pleasure, even as your pussy ached from the rough treatment.

You moved your arms, trying to see if you had the strength to push yourself up, but you were quickly pushed back down, Roman’s large hand pressing your face back into the sheets. “Shhh,” he cooed, still driving his massive length deeper inside you. “Just lay there like a good slut so your Daddy can use you.”

Your pussy spasmed helplessly at his words and he laughed, leaning over you to watch as your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth falling open as he filled your cunt so perfectly.

“Aw, what a sweet girl,” he hummed, though his tone was mocking. “There’s really nothing behind those pretty eyes, is there? Just a little doll for me to play with, aren’t you, honey?”

You didn’t really have any words for him, not as he kept your face pressed into the mattress, his cock feeling like it was splitting you in half. He finally bottomed out and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation threatening to overtake you. Everything was sensitive but he wasn’t giving you any time to adjust, already moving his hips against yours to thrust in and out of you.

The Tribal Chief set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into your hip as he pistoned in and out of you. You tried to move, tried to crawl away just for a moment in an effort to hold off the oversensitivity now wracking your body, but Roman was quick to pull you back, his pace unfaltering.

“Now, now,” he tsked, his massive cock now impossibly deep inside you. “None of that, sweetheart. You know what to say if you want this to stop.”

But you didn’t want this to stop. Not even as your body began to shake and tears began to spill from your eyes. You wanted this. You always wanted this.

The Tribal Chief laughed as he felt your body go limp beneath him, his pace still perfectly measured, not faltering or slowing even once. As he continued to pound in your oversensitive body, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls making contact with your sore cunt at every thrust, you were reminded as to why he was the Chief. He fucked like a king, every stroke designed for his own pleasure, every thrust against your g-spot a reminder of generosity.

He pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress, surveying his prey beneath him as he fucked deeper into your overheated body. Despite the scream of protests from your muscles and the ache in your abused cunt, you could still feel pleasure begin to tingle at the base of your spine, his massive cock somehow wringing ecstasy from your exhausted body. You clenched around him and he laughed, the sound mean.

“Needy fucking slut,” he growled, slapping your ass again just to hear you yelp. “You gonna come again? Gonna come on your Chief’s dick?”

You let out a broken sob, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you as you scrabbled for purchase against the expensive sheets. You knew you were close, but you couldn’t find the words to ask for permission, the Tribal Chief’s dick making it impossible to think.

Roman’s fingers tangled in your hair, tugging painfully on your already sore scalp. “I asked you a question, slut,” he snarled, his thrusts still brutal as he continued to hammer into your g-spot. “Are you gonna come on your Chief’s dick?”

You nodded weakly in his hold, letting out a whine as Roman pressed your face back into the pool of tears and drool you’d left on the sheets.

“Then beg me for it.”

You didn’t dare disobey. “Please, Daddy,” you sobbed, now beginning to dissolve into a writhing, weeping mess. “Please, can I come? Please, please, please.”

“Come, whore.”

Your vision went white, no longer in control of your own body as you came. You clamped down on your master’s cock, practically strangling it as your legs finally gave out beneath you, collapsing onto the mattress. You closed your eyes as you pressed your face into the cool sheets, your mind going completely blank even as Roman continued to fuck into your spent body, the feeling almost as excruciating as it was pleasurable.

You heard the Tribal Chief curse, his hips stuttering against yours as he finally spilled into you, the feeling warm and euphoric. And when he pulled out of you, you whimpered at the feeling, shivering from the pain and pleasure he’d given you.

“Such a good girl,” You heard Roman murmur, his touch gentle as he ran his hands down your trembling form. “You serve me so well.”

You felt your body relax at his words, though you quickly tensed again as you felt him spread your legs and run his fingers across your swollen pussy, the feeling causing another broken sob to leave your mouth.

“Please, Daddy,” you rasped, your voice wrecked. “I can’t…”

“Hush, baby,” Roman cooed, leaning back to admire the sight of both his and Jey’s come trickle out of your abused hole. You let out a broken gasp as Roman reached up to push the come back into you, tears glistening on your lashes at the feeling. It was all too much.

Still, you made no effort to move away, no matter how intense the feeling was. The Tribal Chief chuckled, his thick fingers still pressing into you to ensure you didn’t waste a single drop.

“And what do you say after your Tribal Chief has used you, pretty girl?”

It was the easiest answer in the world. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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