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“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

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★ — choso kamo. 

choso x reader. JJK SERIES #1 .

GENRE: smut.

WARNINGS: NSFW. choso smut. long oneshot. minors dni! SYPNOSIS: a college drama where choso, a popular jock with one guilty pleasure that only his close friends knows about; his obsession over a faceless NSFW that he can't stop checking for years now. the girl behind the screen? all mystery, no face, just body, and erotic pictures. but when a single photo reveals a thing he knows all too well, everything clicks into place. the girl he's been craving? it's you. the sharp-tongued girl in art major whom he'd sworn to hate since forever.

CHOSO isn't the type to obsess over people, especially not online. he barely checks his own socials, and ignores the endless dms from the girls trying to get his attention. stuffs like that never mattered to him, not even once. all he's ever wanted was to play basketball, to be the best. in that way, there would be no distractions, and dramas. he's used to people coming and going. he's never been the type of a guy who waste their time chasing people, instead, he's the one they chase, on the court, in class, and in the campus. 

still, he's not a total lone wolf. of course, he's got his own circle too, the circle that everyone knows, in or out of the university. sukuna, the complete opposite of him. wherever he goes, heartbreak follows. satoru, the one who's always overconfident, always flirting with someone, and never serious about anything. suguru, calmer, but just as dangerous when it comes to messing with the hearts of the students. nanami's the sane one, doesn't talk that much unless it's necessary. and then, there's shoko, the one and only girl of the group, and the gossip queen. somehow, she knows everyone's secret before the people involved do. 

but then, there's her. 

the faceless account he's been looking up for years. the girl who never shows her face, hiding behind a mask of secrecy, but it's enough to keep him coming back. she posts explicit photos of her body, but still manages to keep herself hidden. sometimes she's in mirrors, sometimes it's just a close-up shots of her thighs, chest covered in pretty different colors of laces, and sometimes her body. it was enough to mess with his head. choso had seen some of plenty girls do this online, but somehow, none of them stuck with him the way this girl did. 

"what color of lace was it this time? pink? black? shit, don't tell me it was dark red." satoru started, leaning across the table with that signature grin that choso always wanted to wipe off. "that would explain why you were walking like your legs gave out this morning. what did you do last night, huh? beated your meat until you ran out of juice—"

"it's pink!" shoko chimed in, like she was announcing a game score. her hand darted at nanami's chips, stealing a handful of it with a wide smile plastered on her face. her eyes was covered with satoru's round glasses that she somehow managed to borrow from him. "she posted last night, chest shot. she looks so good! to be fair, she knows how to pose at the camera. her body is so insane! she ate so much, so i'm not judging kamo."

the dark brown-haired male glared at her. "you follow her?" "i follow everyone, don't take it personally. i like staying informed."

"bro's really down bad. bet he knows her post schedule better than his class schedule." came the pink-haired's statement, followed by the laughter of their cicrle, it was enough to turn a few heads of the students at the cafeteria. "i bet HE even has a playlist... you know, to feel something!"

"can we not do this here...?" choso muttered, gripping hard at the chopstick he was holding like he's barely holding himself back from launching those chopsticks straight into one of their eyes. he could already feel the heat crawling up at his neck, he doesn't need to check at the mirror to see if his ears are already burning. 

"why? we're just proud of you," suguru grinned as he continued to savor the ramen that's placed in front of him. "we didn't know you had this on you. all this time, we thought you're just a man who lacks the heart of liking someone. you're like... finally human. just horny, pathetic, and lonely but still, we're proud."

"imagine if she opened her dms and sees choso saying something like, 'hi, i'm your number one fan. please step on me.'"

the brown-haired female laughed. from quietly eating his food into meeting the female's eyes, he caught a glimpse of her sporting the most ridiculous smile that he had seen, and had her cheeks stuffed with onigiri. "you should ask her if she takes requests. maybe she can spell your name in lipstick on her thighs with hearts at the end."

"i'm going to kill all of you."

"it'd be less weird if you were obsessed with someone you actually knew, or someone you had seen." nanami finally spoke, dressed like he's going to attend a formal meeting. 

later that night. the only light came from the soft blue glow of his phone screen, illuminating his face as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, cheeks covered in crimson red, as well as his ears. his hair was still slightly damp from the shower he barely remembered taking, and a towel he used to dry his hair was now resting around his neck, forgotten.

the night was quiet, no music from the neighboring dorm, just the distant hum of the aircon inside his room. the world outside felt still but his chest, and head was far from calm because there she was again. the faceless girl, the one who haunted his nights had posted a single photo of herself. this time, a photo of herself in a tight crop top, a black thigh highs and in a black lacy panty. her body angled just enough to tease, and her face hidden, as always. 

and yet, none of those mattered anymore. 

a small, familiar lamp detail at the corner of the photo, almost out of frame. it was placed  beside her bed like it had no idea that a single photo could lead him to knowing the true identity of the girl he used to swoon over. strawberry-shaped, round and glossy with tiny seed plastered on it, painted in the softest shade of pink. he'd seen that exact lamp years ago, once, back in high school. 

he'd been at your house once. for a high school group presentation that neither of you wanted to be part of. you'd called him useless before he even sat down at the carpeted floor, and while the others bickered over the design of the presentation, he had looked around the room, bored out of his mind, and his eyes landed on that cute lamp. it stood next to your bed, he remembered the harsh words you said about throwing it at him if he'll piss you once more, and how he remembered that you said it is custom made so there's no other lamp that looks like it. 

choso buried his face into his hands, groaning into his palms like he had done something wrong. everything hit ten times harder, and his pulse was deafening in his ear. all this time— it was you? of all people?!

the girl he had sworn to hate since high school. the one who always rolled her eyes at everything he said, the one who treated him like he was a dumbest person to ever set foot in a classroom, and the same girl who said she'd break his nose with a paintbrush during their sophomore year.

and now that he'd seen it, he couldn't unsee it. when he thought about her, he saw your face. 

no fucking way.

the once gloomy sky had turned into a sunny one, beautiful yet annoying streaks of sun rays coming in through the windows as it did its best to shine. you were painting alone at your classroom, your classmates had gone to the cafeteria as it is already twelve in the afternoon. you sat cross-legged on the chair in front of a large canvas, sketchpad balanced on your lap, one hand smudged with charcoal. a subtle frown crept over your forehead as you watched a certain dark-brown haired male walk straight to you. 

"what? did the gym lost its balls so you came to bother me instead?" you asked, barely even looking at him like you weren't acknowledging his presence as you continued painting. 

choso didn't say anything at first, he just kept walking until he was standing right behind you. he didn't even bothered crouching to meet your eye line, just stood there behind with his arms tucked into the pocket of his varsity jacket, casting a shadow across your canvas. "i know it's you."

"what?"

"@aebrry. doesn't that username ring a bell?"

your hand froze, for a second but that second was more than enough for him. he saw the way your fingers stiffened around the pencil that you held, how your eyes slightly widened, and how your posture slightly faltered. it was only a second, but he caught a glimpse of that before you tried to mask it behind that usual wall of attitude of yours. still, you played it cool. "never heard of that account."

"really?" he replied, voice flat but you could hear the slight sarcasm in his voice that made your skin itch.

you nodded, eyes darting between your reference photo and at the canvas, eyes sharp as you were focused in what you were working on. "should i check her account then? would you like me to rate her photos or do you need help finding more girls to drool over? since that seems to be your thing."

he chuckled at that, and god, you hated how it sounds like. "cute that you think no one's smart enough to notice the strawberry lamp in the background."

you scoffed, "that could be anyone's lamp."

"sure," the dark brown-haired male smiled, "but not everyone had the same lamp as yours. it's custom made, you told me yourself. i remember it clearly because you threatened to throw it on my face if i annoy you again. and now what? coincidentally, it just shows up in the background of some thirst trap account you swear you've never heard of? just admit it, you're slipping."

"so what? you think a lamp in the corner of some girls photo is enough to prove something? is that your big evidence? should i get you a medal for that, jock boy? and i don't have to admit anything, because i'm not her. you really think i'd post shit like that online for strangers to gawk at?"

the dark brown-haired male stepped closer, bent down a little so that his face was right next to yours, and his cologne flowed through your nostrils within a second. "you say you're not her, fine. then show me. open the app right now, and let's see how many burner accounts you have. if it's not you, i'll shut the hell up and walk away, forever."

you whipped your head to glare at him, which was such a wrong move. your nose almost touched his skin, until you realized that he was just inches apart away from you. you cleared your throat before leaning away, "get out of here, nosy jock."

"so you are her."

your hand snapped out before you could even think. you shoved him hard in the chest, the sketchbook dropping to the floor with a thud between you but he didn't flinch. "so, what if i was her, huh? you're gonna slut-shame me like a typical jock? oh? you're mad because you've been jerking off to my photos, and you won't stop bothering because that girl happened to be the one you can't fucking stand?" you snapped, voice louder now. 

"i'm not like that. god, i would never do that." he raised his voice as it echoed through the whole empty room. "i'm not some asshole who leaks shit or shame girls. i just want to confirm if it's true." his jaw was tense, but his eyes didn't hold the usual sharpness you were used to. for once, he wasn't coming at you like he wanted to argue.

"why do you even care if it's me?" you scoffed, folding your arms below your chest.

"because it fucks with my head," the male admitted. "because for years, i've been watching that account. not like a creep, not even to jerk off—  yeah, okay, sometimes, whatever! i've been thinking about her during class, practices, in the locker room, and even at night when i should be sleeping instead. and yeah, i got clowned for it. my friends teased the hell out of me, called me down bad, pathetic, and a simp but i ignored it. then i find out it's you. you, who never lets me breathe without tossing an insult. you act all high and mighty in public, but online, you're practically begging for attention."

"you're the one to talk. pretending like you're better than everyone but you've been drooling over some faceless account like a coward—" you didn't even had the chance to finish your sentence when he cuts you off. 

"no one knows i follow that account." with the way he said it, it wasn't defensive. it was something like a confession, ugly but true.

you laughed, eyebrows twitching upwards. your eyes had a mix of anger and annoyance dancing on it, choso could read you so easily, he knew how you school your facial expression, and there's no wander that he knows how to take your cool off. "exactly, because you'd rather worship in the shadows than admit a girl like me makes you weak. i must've ruined your fantasy."

"you did. now, every time you argue with me, all i see is the girl from the photos. the girl i—"

you chuckled, "the girl you what, choso? jerk off to in the locker room? in your room? the bathroom?" he doesn't say anything after that, at least you were able to slightly break his pride. 

"yeah, and now, i can't stop picturing you when i do. so, thank you."

you glared, trying to contain your breathing. the reaction you were currently making was funny to his eyes, just exactly what he was looking forward to. "keep your mouth shut, jock. or next time i post, it'll be about you."

a surprise gasp made its way past your lips. before a single protest could even leave your mouth, the brown-haired male had slid the tip of his tongue into your mouth as his large hands came to your waist. he tasted like trouble, and bad decisions that are usually dressed in leather jackets, cocky smirks, and you hated how you had responded to his kisses. the kiss wasn't gentle, nothing about him ever was. rough movements, teeth colliding to each other, and tongues dancing around each others mouth in a rhythm that didn't felt like affection, it felt he wanted to win, and you kissed like you refused to lose. you hated him, didn't you? 

you didn't know how everything escalated from last week's insulting match to this moment. one second, you were exchanging insults and the next thing you knew, you were pulled at the secluded area of the quiet library at the university. your anxiety was at its peak, and you weren't sure if your heart pounding was because of him, or if it's because of the fear of getting caught. what if someone walks in? what if they caught the two of you here? 

you should've pushed him away. you should've told him to back off, or maybe you should've said something to offend him, so that he will finally leave you alone—  that's what you always did, but somehow, your body betrayed you before your words could catch up. choso had pulled you in a kiss. it wasn't soft, not hesitant. his mouth crashed into yours like he was craving for it, or like he was punishing you for every insults you had threw at him while your fingers fisted the front of his jacket like you needed something to hold on to.

the realization of getting caught right now sparked a reminder to you brain. you bit his lips— hard. choso pulled back with a sharp hiss just as he was leaning in for more, a string of saliva stretching between your lips before it broke. his long fingers brushed his bottom lip, now stained with a red liquid. "you bite now?" 

"this hurts, i-idiot!" you whispered, voice cracking with more emotion than you intended. your hand made its contact with his face softly, as if you were trying to push his face away. the scream that you were fighting not to let out was hiding behind your hand, one was covering his face while the other one were tightly pressed on your mouth. you could already see his muscles flexing— from his arms down to his abdomen. you could feel every inch of him, thick and hard, stretching you completely. his body shaking as he was positioned above you, a sight to behold. "p-pull it out this instant..."

as your back met the cold marbled floor, the sensation of his cock inside your walls caused you to moan. you could already see his muscles flexing— from his arms down to his abdomen. choso is bigger than what you've imagined how his size would be. his cock was a epitome of beauty and perfectness, it has a stunning shade of pink, thick, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum that seeped from the small hole at the tip. the size of him is nothing compared to the average size of the people in your country, and the veins pulsed along the length. his size had stretched you wide, almost painful, but oh so pleasurable. your virginity had been taken away by a jock who everyone thinks has a lot of body count, but is actually a virgin as well. 

"do you really want me to pull out?"

no, you didn't want to..

the whimpered that escaped your lips caused him to groan; it was like the world around him faltered, the soothing voice of yours made his breath caught in his throat as his chest stuttered before reaching his hands squeezed your chest. a crimson red shade bloomed across his cheeks, faint at first before it deepened quickly. his pupils dilated, stretching like an ink that had spilled across his iris. an astonished cry left your mouth once again, but it was quickly followed by heavy breathings as the male started to move, slowly, and careful. he had been pleasuring himself every night, with a flesh light that sukuna had gifted him during his birthday, but none of it can compare to your warm, tight walls. it felt much better than that thing did.

you didn't know how everything escalated quickly to this. one second, you were struggling with his belt, hands shaking. the next thing, your back was already pressed at the cold floor, legs wrapped around his waist as choso buried his member deep inside you. choso's breaths were ragged, his chest heaving as he looked straight at you, eyes dark with desire, need, and a hunger that matched your own. 

"f-fits just right... for me... " choso licked the tears that were glistening on your cheeks, softly taking your hands away from his face. there's a lot of strength he had pulled for him to hold back, to go slow, be gentle, to avoid getting you hurt. "you better hide those screams or someone might hear you, darling..." 

the touch that he gives were intoxicating. 

"we're in a f-fucking library, cho... someone could walk in..." you whispered, the scream that you were fighting not to let out was hiding behind your hand.

instead of moving away, the dark brown-haired male behind you only leaned closer. his hot breath caressed your cheeks that made the hair on your neck stand. the male snuggled his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. "yeah, and?" he murmured, "doesn't that make it more thrilling? and besides, for someone so worried about getting caught, you’re not doing a great job of pretending you didn’t like it...” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

the males hands roamed to your body, touching, exploring, as if he wants to claim every inch of you. he squeezed your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipples, making them ache with need. he planted soft kisses down your neck before his hips began to move, slowly at first. it made your back to arch. choso's smile widened, it was adorable to see you struggle to take his cock. you looked too cute in this state. glossy eyes with tears staining your cheeks, laying beneath him with your palm pressed against your mouth, trying your best to hide your moans. he bit his lower lip when he realized how loud he was groaning. shit, he might not last long if he'll keep staring at you. 

his elbows rested at the floor, next to your head, as he leaned his face closer to yours. he pulled back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in, his cock filling every inch of your hole. the bright light inside the library shone against his face, a picture of concentration was plastered on his face. you didn't miss the way how his eyes, usually covered with a dark purple eye makeup and eyeliner, now half-lidded, his cheeks were in a shade of red, and how hard he bit his lips, fighting back to let out a moan. you didn't realize how attractive this man can be. you never got swayed by his look before because you were blinded by rage. now that you could tell, he was a very handsome man with a perfect body. you were already eating your words at this moment. "t-that's my good girl... i can feel you struggling, and it's making me c-crave for more. i wonder where that feisty attitude of yours went." 

your body taking everything he gave, and begging for more. you were feeling everything but nothing could top the euphoric pleasure that he was giving you right now. "i will... murder you, kamo." 

"i-i'm.... shaking," he whispered, completely unbothered. "from excitement." 

the male set a punishing pace, his hips moving, but not with the slow, gentle pace you might have expected. a brutal thrust made you do nothing but cry out. choso wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried on your neck. at this position, you could hear the groans, and moans that escapes his lips. it was angelic to hear, a symphony of pleasure, and it made your core to clench around him.

a deep, almost loud, groan escaped through his mouth. "damn... you," the male's speed didn't slow down; instead, he made his movement quicker than before. you were on the brink of losing your mind, thoughts spinning wildly as you tried to keep up. his arms were still wrapped tightly around you, his body hugging yours so closely that you could feel every ripple of muscle, and every shudder of pleasure that racked his body. you were trapped in his embrace. "... c-clench more, and i'll f-fuck you... until you can't walk any... more."

a shaky whimper escaped on his lips. he groaned your name, before his lips found yours once again. your fingers fisted into his dark brown hair, his once stringy two high ponytails, was now messy. gosh, you were driving choso nuts. he was fucking the girl he never thought he'd have a chance with, and damn, it felt so good. he wanted to wreck you, make you pay for all of the insults you'd thrown at him, and he hated it. he hated how he never hated you. his mouth moved against yours with the kind of hunger that didn't come from a crush, fantasy, or even obsession. it came from knowing he's finally kissing you, the girl he'd fought with for years, the one who argued like hell, and glared harder than anyone else.

you made a sound, between a gasp and a groan when he stopped moving his hips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. "t-this is torture, kamo... a-are you trying to kill me?" you panted against his lips, back arching against him as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

with a low chuckle, the male only increased his pace once more. he pulled back slightly, "good, because you deserved it... you deserve to feel this, to feel me, for what you've said, and done to me..."

and with that, he started to move again, his hips setting a rough pace. legs trembling, toes curling, whimpering— you were feeling everything but nothing could stop the euphoric pleasure that he was giving you right now. your legs unconsciously tighten around his torso. you placed both of your hands on his shoulder and leaned more for the kiss, teeth clashing and tongues entering each other's mouth. "i'm close..." you looked at him, your gaze dragged slowly across his face, the way his lashes fluttered, the way his lips were still parted, red and glossy, the way his cheeks, usually pale were now dusted in crimson red shade of pink. 

his eyes widened when he looked at you. he's getting big.

"ah, s-so tight..." he whimpered, letting out a shaky breath. your head was already throbbing and your vision was darkening from the stimulation, he was completely stretching your whole wide and the male's grunt and moans came out like a melodic. his eyes rolled back, pressing his fingers to your stomach to see how far he goes in. as choso's body moved against yours, the intensity of the sensation threatened to overwhelm you. each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you bit your lip, fighting back the urge to moan loud.

"choso, i'm close... ngh..."

"a-ah, so warm...."

"you drive me crazy, d-darling..." groaning, you felt his hot breath fanning against your neck. he cried in full pleasure, eyebrows furrowing together as his body shakes in delight, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his rhythm had changed, more urgent. his grip on your hips tightened, fingers almost digging into your flesh as he chased his release. 

choso's face was painted with frown, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips were parted, as if he was trying to hold onto it for as long as possible. his eyes, usually so unemotional, and sharp, were now half-lidded, pupils were dilated. a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his chests with each labored breath. the veins in his neck and forehead bulged, and his cheeks were flushed. with a final deep thrust, he stopped, as his head found its way to the crook of your neck. you could every twitch of his cock as it pulsed deep inside you, but instead of coming inside, he pulled away at the last moment. his cock, still twitching and pulsing, as he came undone. the white warm liquid spilled in your clothes instead.

"you're so fucking perfect, y/n..."

as the waves of his pleasure subsided, his warm lips found yours again. you could taste the faint taste of copper from where he had bitten his lips so hard earlier. choso's breath was warm, mingling with yours as his tongue explored your mouth. his long slender thumbs brushed against your cheekbones when the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, and not desperate. it wasn't that long before he pulled away, breathless, and both of your body was still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

"i'm not done with you yet..." he said, voice low. "ass up, darling. we're just getting started.."

AUTHORS NOTE: will edit this one soon! help me unflop guys, thank you so much!

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currently writing a choso oneshot and this had to be the hardest thing i've ever did bc i'm challenging myself to write in a different style 😣 and it's so long ( i don't think i might be able to write a lad fanfic b4 this month ends lolll )

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★ — caleb.

caleb x reader.

GENRE: smut.

WARNINGS: NSFW. caleb smut. masturbating. fantasizing.

SYPNOSIS: before leaving for a mission, you had asked caleb to keep your house clean. and so, everyday, the farspace fleet's colonel returned to your quiet little home. watering your houseplant, dusting the windows on every corner, and sweeping the floor. but there was one thing that had been keeping him occupied. in the shower, he would use your bodywash. the scent reminded him of you, inhaling with his eyes closed, lips parted as he whispered your name. you didn't know how crazy he had became because of you.

MINORS DNI ❕

CALEB's cheeks, and ears were flushed in a crimson red shade. the water that cascaded down his whole body was warm, hitting the tiles with a muffled splashing sound, and the once clear mirror was now covered in a fog. he didn't know what is wrong with him, what went wrong, and why his mind seemed to have gone crazy. the heat that came from his body was far more stronger than the warm water that had been dripping down his skin, his growing desire was unstoppable. he took a heavy sigh before turning the shower off.

he had behaved like this before, but it still feel so foreign to him, and you were still the one to blame for driving him nuts. the moment your bodywash hit his skin and the scent slammed into his senses, he was already gasping. a small gasps came from the dark brown-haired male's mouth, his lips parted, and his eyes were almost half-lidded. the smell of sweet scent, with a slight fragrance of rose wafted through the air— your bodywash. it lingered around the tip of his nose, filling his senses. caleb wondered what would be your reaction if you ever finds out that he had been using your bodywash, especially when it's so expensive. the smell of your sweet bodywash was enough for him to turn into a horny animal, what more if he sees you again? 

the male tried to ignore it. he tried to ignore the erection that swelled between his legs, begging to be taken care of. it was very painful, getting more painful the more he tried to dismiss it. caleb couldn't calm his thoughts, he didn't know how. all he knew was the need that was tearing him apart, the pain became unbearable, and it only made him crave more, making him desperate. why did you have to drive him this crazy? with those dangerous angel eyes of yours that sent butterflies fluttering in the pit of his stomach, and how he always gets lost in those depths. his heart? it beats for you every day, pounding harshly against his ribcage, like a bird desperately trying to get out from its cage. his dick? right now, it is hard, the tip was already dripping with pre-cum as it kicked his stomach. 

"ah.." caleb breathed out. even if he could see, he wouldn't want to look at himself in the mirror right now. he knew he was playing with fire, that this obsession with you was dangerous, but he couldn't help it. you were his weakness, and his addiction. 

his mind was a mess. the dark brown-haired male wondered if you can even take him. will he fit? would you be able to take all of him? caleb is huge, not just in terms of his muscular physique, but also his member that is thick, and long. it was a thought that left him worried, yet, excited. he doesn't want you to get ruined— ripped, rather. but the size of his length is reserved for you, for you to take only. he's very sure that you can take him. the moment his long fingers had wrapped itself in his cock, he couldn't resist the groan that escaped through his mouth. a gasp made its way past his lips but it was soon followed by heavy breathings when his hands started to move up and down, slowly and steadily as the muscles of his thighs tightened. "f-fuck... you don't know what you to do to me, my angel..." 

his fingers, long, yet calloused from years of working. hmm, you should have been here, pleasuring him instead with your soft, and little hands of yours. if only you were here. the texture of the bodywash in his palm were soft, and creamy, its strong sweet scent filling the air. he took a moment to breathe it in, savoring the familiar smell. it glides across his skin like silk, it felt soft and slippery. 

caleb, the image of strength and command, is now on the floor, stroking his cock with soap-slick hands, whimpering like a pathetic child who had lost its favorite toy. 

he rolled his head back as he whimpered your name, his warm hands moving up and down in such pace. his breathing was ragged, each exhale escapes a slight moans, and groans. "w-why... do you have to be so perfect...?" 

caleb remembered how many times you had complained regarding your insecurities— how flawed your body is, and how you're not confident with your looks. it broke his heart, every single damn time, because to him, it wasn't true. you were perfect in ways you couldn't see. every curve, every scar, the way your eyes would soften when you were laughing, he memorized them like sacred verses. even the parts you tried so hard to hide. he wished you could see yourself the way he did. 

"i.. want to worship every inch... of your body..." the colonel moaned aloud, his voice once confident, now came out in a whiny tone. his features were twisted in a mask of pure pleasure. his brows were ceased, eyes half-lidded, and head almost thrown back as he continued to stroke his length with his long fingers. his mind was a blur of erotic images— no, he shouldn't be thinking something so dirty about you, but it was no use. his desire was strong. it was his own fault, really, for letting his lust control him, leading him to this point. caleb's grip on himself tightened as he continued to stroke his member as he imagined your warm mouth around his dick, how your soft lips would look between it. his mind was filled with your back arched, face buried at the pillow, and his hips pressed against your ass as he filled you completely, and how you would moan his name. 

oh, how badly he wanted you.

do you even know how many times he had fantasized about you touching him? how many times his cock throbbed for you? and how hard it is to hide whenever your electric touch would meet his skin? he knew how wrong it is for him to think about something like this. how filthy. "forgive me... for my sin.." he closed his eyes in pure bliss. 

with each stroke, caleb's body felt hotter and more sensitive. he could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing coming in short ragged pants and he could feel himself nearing the edge, but he didn't want it to end. not yet. he fought to maintain control, but his knees buckled, unable to support the weight of his overwhelming need as he was lost in the sea of pleasure. he leaned against the side of the bathtub when he dropped himself, he didn't even know if the beads that was rolling down his face was his sweat or from the trickle of water from the shower earlier. he raised his free hand to his nose, taking in the fragrance of your bodywash from his palm. the scent of it was both comforting and arousing at the same time. 

he couldn't remember the last time he felt so overwhelmed, so consumed by desire.

as he neared the peak of ecstasy, each stroke on his member grew fast, fast, fast, and did nothing but brought him closer to release. and caleb? he moaned. he whined. his knuckles whitened as his hand pumped furiously, covered in the slick, creamy texture that came from your bodywash. the throbbing sensation that came from his dick had awakened something deep inside him. his cock twitched like it had a heartbeat. caleb doesn't understand. he had done this before—  so many times, but he doesn't understand why he felt possessed this time. his hand moved wildly now, more desperation as his thighs spread wide on the floor. "fuck... pipsqueak.."

his muscles tensed. "shit... shit... shit..." caleb grunted, every word followed by a loud gasps and moans. his eyes drifted shut, and that was such a wrong move, because that was when your image came back to him. in his memory, the way you smiled at him, and how adorable you looked whenever he would hug you. he whimpered your name again, softer this time.

he let his head fall back, lips parted, and his body shaking.

drip. drip. drip. that wasn't the soap, nor the shower, because the last time he checked, he had turned that thing off minutes ago. that was his juice. his cock dripped like it was mourning your absence, and he was sure that the fog on the mirror wouldn't be able to hide the red flush painting in his face. his shoulder dropped, then his head, his chest rose and fell like a player who just finished running at a marathon. a marathon where you were the finish line. 

hot drips of his cum exploded from the swollen tip of his cock, splattered around the wall, his body, his hands, and even in his pretty face. his thighs were painted in it as well, coated and sticky. the release was so intense that it blurred his vision like he had blacked out for a second. his lips moved, but no sound came out. he mouthed your name, again and again, as if he his sanity was torn away from him. pulse after pulse, his cock kept twitching.

he brought his cum-soaked hand to his nose again, eyes half-lidded, lashes watery, and breathed in what little trace scent of the bodywash that was left. caleb convinced himself that he wasn't jerking off, that he was worshipping you, and that it isn't wrong to do. 

click.

it was soft, but it hit him like a gunshot. the sound of the front door clicking shut echoed through the quiet house, notifying the one inside that someone had entered the house. his blood ran ice cold, colder than zayne's evol. what about his cock? still semi-hard, twitching, and his own juice leaking down. his head shot up as his body still radiated heat from the orgasm that had just happened.

"caleb, are you still here? i'm home!"

fuck.

AUTHORS NOTE: help me unflop guys 😔

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Hi i just found you story about officer! Reader X sylus and I really really love it and I wonder will you make the officer! Reader X other li series too?

thank you! honestly, i was never planning on writing for the other li but i'm considering it now haha! ^^

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★ — sylus.

sylus x reader.

WARNINGS: mentions of blood. different universe. lad boys are members of onychinus.

SYPNOSIS: no one can escape the grip of the leader of onychinus— not the innocent, not the guilty, and each one is executed with coldness. the police have been hunting him for years, yet each time they close in, they find themselves outwitted, or executed in the harbingers deadly games. however, their crimes remained hidden from the public. and yet, love was a raging flame. in your presence, the ruthlessness of his heart softens, and for a fleeting moment, a different man emerges, he is almost kind, his touch gentle, his words carefully chosen. when the twists and turns of events unfold, the truth are revealed.

"you seemed pretty exhausted."

with thousand stars twinkling alongside it, the moon's dark grey hue had already begun to make its way to the horizon. your feet softly sunk to the ground with each stride, and a pleasant hum emerged from your lips whilst inhaling the salty sea air as you let the brisk zephyr tickles your cheeks.

you smiled, "work has been pretty tiring these days, but i can still manage. it's been a long time since i've last visited the beach. i think when i was seven years old? the air feels nostalgic." you spoke, snapping your head to the silver-haired who stood straight and proud next to you as he studies the expression of yours with amusement dancing across his features. you sat down on the sand with no care for anything that could get dirty, or ruin your clothing, the ocean breeze felt cold and refreshing against your hot skin as you took a deep breath into the salty air of the ocean. you sat quietly for some minutes, not even glancing up to find him staring back at you.

something was off. sylus can read you pretty easily, which is why he could recognize the subtle shifts in your movements. you were smiling, yet, your eyes were dark, and almost devoid of any emotion. the leader of onychinus couldn’t shake this feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he knew something was bothering you. your eyes were dark, and almost devoid of any emotion. they were voids of warmth; empty of all life. there was no spark in them at all, only dullness and boredom.

"my dear, is there something wrong? tell me."

"huh...? no—"

"i am your boyfriend, my dear. make me your sanctuary, and tell me."

there was pure silence for a moment, just the sound of waves coming back and forth to the surface. birdsong and the sound of the ocean waves breaking against the coast filled the silence between the two of you. it seemed too lovely to be here as you witnessed the breathtaking vista unfold before your eyes, a bit shocked that no one else was around. the beach was beautiful at times like this, and you didn't know that the world was usually so bright, especially when the moon was beaming more vividly than the normal; too lively. you could see the stars from where you sat, your gaze moving to the night sky and then back to the male next to you, the moonlight was wonderfully illuminating his features with its silvery brilliance that he almost became one like the dazzling stars. however, you were unable to fully appreciate the surroundings. not when you are too distracted, lots of excessive number of thoughts flowing through your head.

your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when you felt his fingers wrapping around your smaller ones, the pads of his fingers caressing the back of your hand in gentle circular motions. "am... i only meant to exist in shadows with you?" you asked softly, gaze drifting back to the sea with a sad smile.

the silver-haired tilted his head to the side, his face still hidden underneath the mask that he always wore. "i don't quite follow, what do you mean?"

"we're always meeting each other during night, like you're hiding me... like we're hiding from something, or someone. i don't like this feeling, sylus. i wish we can also have a date during daylight." your mouth pursed into a thin line as soon as you attempted to speak, couldn't find the right words to say what you wanted to let out.

"i don't want to be the reason why you're upset, y/n. i apologize for making you feel that way." sylus felt bad. the look on your face was undescribable, he couldn't afford to shatter your world any again, disappoint or anything to what was described as destruction. how can he never realized that he isn't doing any better? "i will try to be better– no, i will be better. i will find a way to give you more of me, and prove it to you that you aren't only meant to exist in shadows. y/n, you are my light..."

silence fell upon between the two of you but the awkwardness was replaced by a comforting silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint sound of waves greeting the shore as the moonlight illuminated of your face. you were at loss for words. capitano's heart was thumping wild against the ribcage as he continued to stare at your eyes, it held too many emotions, and he couldn't find the urge to look away. your eyes alone can captivate him without doing any efforts.

if a guy like him could win your heart, how much more could those men— who makes little effort to look attractive, swoon you? you were beyond perfect, unlike him, a criminal with bloodstained hands. you were a saint, and he was a sinner. will you accept him for who he is? you don't even know that the man right before your very eyes, the man that you love, is a dangerous criminal with a lot of secrets.

"i love you." you smiled, quickly engulfing yourself around the silver-haired's big body.

"the target won’t be easy to eliminate, and the last thing we need is to draw attention. they've been feeding our information to the authorities, waiting for us to make mistakes. prepare everything tonight, make sure to leave no witness, no traces, and evidences.” the silver-haired male stood tall in front of the onychinus— an infamous syndicate that operated in the shadows, feared and whispered about in dark alleyways and backroom deals. sylus lit up the cigarettes that were already inside his mouth before shoving the lighter inside his pocket as he leaned at the table. “don't want anyone getting suspicious now, do you? if you're not careful...”

rafayel had his eyes closed, arms crossed, as he tapped his fingers on the table. “crossing us comes with consequences, and they need to learn who they’re dealing with. so, so foolish of them.” he mumbled in irritation. his eyes were closed, but his fingers tapped against the wooden surface in a slow, thoughtful rhythm— tap, tap, tap— each beat echoing in the silent room like a metronome of growing rage.

“playing with fire, i see.” caleb's lips turned into a sly grin, the kind that never quite reached his eyes. a wicked spark lit up inside of the male's light violet— a spark of evil, so dark, and so ruthless.

as the night falls, the onychinus moved through the darkened streets, hidden among the shadows. high above the rooftops, xavier crouched before a laptop his fingers moving with mechanical precision, the glow of the screen reflecting faintly in his sharp eyes. with a few quick strokes, screens blinked into darkness. a soft, distorted click echoed in each member’s earpiece. "cctv's clear, you're good to go. i'll follow once kieran and luke arrives." when xavier had given them a signals that all of the cctvs were turned off, each of them had made their way in. their movements were calculated, every step, and every move. they moved like shadows, each one had their own style, and methods on how they murdered their targets, without hesitations and mercy. the five of them had separated up.

zayne’s eyes remained sharp, he was surrounded by the members of the said target but he was not fazed. in one swift, graceful motion, the black-haired male had started to strike with his ice evol, one by one. the temperature dropped dramatically, the air growing thick with frost. his hands moved with surgical precision, ice forming instantly around his palm, taking shape into deadly blades and shards. rafayel, on the other hand, had a sly grin whilst his eyes danced with mischief. he toyed with his opponents, as his blade flashed with every strike. the battle around him seemed nothing. he didn’t need to rush— his enemies were already finished before they knew it. then, there was, caleb. always eager for a fight. with each shot, a target fell, no hesitation, no mercy. his fingers barely paused between pulls of the trigger, twin bullets finding their marks with perfect synchronization.

kill. kill. kill.

“you should’ve stayed hidden,” sylus’s voice was cold, almost like a whisper as he stood in front of the leader, the one who had been spreading information. the black gloves that hugged his hands had ignited, a veins of crimson light coursed along the leather. without warning, he lunged. his arm shot forward with predatory speed, a blur of motion, and his fist collided with the leader's chest with a sickening force. the red energy that coursed through his gloves erupted outward in a crackling shockwave, a violent burst of power that sent the traitor reeling.

the punch was like a hammer—a blow that could shatter stone. the leader’s body slammed into the wall behind him, he gasped for air, his ribs surely fractured, as the force of the punch left him gasping and crumpled at sylus’s feet. “feeding information to the authorities… for what? for power?”

the leader’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mouth opening to speak. “y-you must’ve think you’ve won, huh? you can’t be hidden forever. someone— someone you treasure will come for you…” his mouth opening to speak again, but only a cough of blood came out at first. the leader, thorn, spat the blood on the silver-haired male's face. thorn was smiling. why was he smiling? “your precious little world is about to fall apart, sylus.”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n happened to be a big bad liar.” 

in a flash, sylus had silenced the leader forever. it wasn’t enough. the male’s flesh was being progressively cut by the cold, pointed metal as the silver-haire’s face was painted with anger. blood was scattered around, on the floor, walls, even in sylu's face, and clothes. how dare he bring up y/n’s name in this situation? how dare he use you against him? unforgivable. the air was heavy with rage, as the black-haired male’s eyes flare with a surge of anger. thorn was no longer smiling. his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, and sylus stood over it, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as if he had just emerged from the depths of a violent storm.

for a moment, he stood motionless, his mind a storm of thoughts, of violence, of rage. the message was clear: no one is allowed to use you against him. he wiped the blood from his face, leaving a dark streak across his skin. he took a slow breath, trying to calm the tempest inside, but it wasn’t enough.

it was supposed to be a flawless operation, but as they were about to leave the crime scene, the sounds of siren clouded their ears. the onychinus froze as soon as thousands of gun were pointed at them, they were surrounded with no way out— by the police, and the military forces. his eyes darted around, calculating their escape, weighing every possible escape plan. there had to be a way. there always was. his fingers twitched with the anticipation of making a move, but then— his gaze snapped forward, and everything stopped.

there, standing just ahead of the police lines, was a face he never expected to see. his heart skipped, then faltered in his chest as his mind struggled to process the image before him. your face. in an instant, the world around him seemed to disintegrate, everything he had planned, every thought he’d had, collapsing under the weight of that singular moment. why are you standing there? his beloved, his beacon of hope, his everything.

the woman who had made his cold heart race, the woman who was the light during his dark days, the one who he trusted above all was standing before his very own eyes. you weren’t just standing there, you were leading the troop against them— against him. how could you? the leader of the onychinus’s heart twisted with a lot of emotions, one of them was sadness and betrayal. you had been working with the authorities all along, the realization hit him like a physical blow. a dagger to the chest would have hurt less. how long had it been going on? the realization hit him like a brutal punch to the gut: you had been working with the authorities all along. everything unraveled in an instant— his memories of you, your smile, the promises you whispered under starless skies. was all of it a lie?

the sweet, yet gentle girl he had loved had disappeared, now replaced by someone colder, a psychotic witch who was cunning and mischievous. you weren’t the one that he knows, and loved. that woman, the one he had fallen for, was gone.

“my…love..” sylus's voice was low, almost shaking. you stood in front of him, gaze cold, yet filled with something he couldn’t decipher. he had faced countless enemies. he’d endured betrayal, spilled oceans of blood, and conquered empires built on secrets and fear, but nothing had prepared him for this. because even surrounded, even hunted, even betrayed, he still loved you. he took a step forward, but the more he took more step, guns were pointed at him. “you were working with them… all this time?”

“you should’ve seen this coming, sylus. i was always just playing a role, i never thought you’d bite quickly at my baits. you were never as untouchable and wise as i thought you were. i guess all five years with you, paid off." you smiled, “get them.” with that order, the officers had lunged at the onychinus members, closing the circle around them. the circle tightened as the officers lunged forward. the onychinus moved on instinct, caleb already had his guns drawn, zayne reached for his ice, rafayel spun with that wicked smirk— but in the same breath, they faltered.

each of them felt it at once.

their evols, gone. you were glowing faintly, a soft, golden hue wrapping around you like divine fire. your evol had nullified theirs. all of them.

“how can you betray me like this?”

“it had to be done, this was the only way to take you and the rest of the onychinus down.” for the first time in years, sylus felt vulnerable. there was no fight left in him now— not at times like this. you had played him like a puppet, and you played very well.

the hunters association were already cuffing the others, barking orders, but he kept his eyes on you. his fist were clenched tightly, but he stood frozen, unable to make another move. “you think the authorities can hold me forever, huh? i will return, hunt you, and you’ll see how i make my revenge, especially, to you.”

“i don’t care about any of that. watching your downfall, and knowing that i did it was what i wanted.” 

the game over, and the last laugh belongs to you.

was it? you know monsters like sylus don’t die in cages.

"hold up." your voice cut through the noise. you stepped forward, your eyes narrowing as you scanned the members of the syndicate, "someone's missing." you had memorized their faces, every file, every alias, every sin committed in the dark.

sylus didn’t move. he stood straight, breathing raggedly, blood trailing from his temple, but there was something unsettling in how calm he looked. silence. a charged pause stretched long enough to snap. then, sylus lifted his gaze. blood in his mouth, bruises blooming across his skin, but his smirk—that fucking smirk— it was back. was he mocking you?

xavier was never late to the party. he was the one throwing it.

and now?

he dimmed the lights.

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★ — il capitano.

il capitano x florist! reader.

GENRE: smut.

WARNINGS: NSFW. capitano smut. masturbating. fantasizing.

SYPNOSIS: the fatui harbinger, il capitano, had been visiting the flower shop for months now. he never engaged in small talks with you, only scanning the selection of flowers in sight, and only coming by to buy bouquets of flowers. whenever you would hand him the arrangements, he would place a lot of mora on the table and would take his leave in urgency. you often found yourself wondering why never speaks, and why he always appeared to be in a hurry.

MINORS DNI ❕

CAPITANO was in haze. looking deep into those angel eyes was dangerous, especially when the said eyes were shining so brightly. it sent butterflies fluttering in the pit of his stomach, however, the captain couldn't find it within himself to look away. he didn't even want to. he felt as if his soul had been trapped in this angel's eyes forever, and that the angel was holding him captive with just a look.

“good morning, captain. you're here again!” you smiled, “which flower will you buy today? the usual? we have many lovely ones at our store.” your voice was like the music of angels, it was as melodic as the singing angels.

the first among the eleven fatui harbingers, a god amongst men, his name alone was enough to cause fear in everyone who heard it. so, why aren't you afraid of him? why aren't you shaking in fear? why don't you cower under his power? why are you staring at him with a soft smile that graced your face? what makes you believe that you can be safe around him? no one can truly be safe from the harbingers. he could easily squash you between his fingers, he knows how, but he wouldn't... why should he? he doesn't intended to hurt a girl like you, he has other things planned for you that would bring him joy. “... peonies, and lilies.” capitano spoke, voice low.

his eyes, dark and intense, tracked your every movement like a predator hunting its prey. each subtle shift of your form sent ripples through his composure, and he could feel his fist clenching tightly, the knuckles whitening as he battled against the rising tide of his desires. his control over his desires had always been difficult to come by. in the depths of his mind, the captain wonders how you'll scream his name out loud, how he will feel when he finally have his member inside of you. your body is meant for him, only his. the more he observed the way your casual clothes hugged your body, the more his thoughts wonders on how you will look without those, however, capitano pushed these these thoughts aside before they grow any bigger. now is not the time nor place for such thoughts.

“we're very lucky that you're visiting our humble shop. here are your peonies, and lilies.”

as capitano placed the stack of coins upon the counter, he didn't spare a single glance at you, his urgency propelling him swiftly away from the moment away from you. upon reaching his office, he slammed the door shut with a resounding thud, locking the door behind, ad immediately sank into the embrace of his desk chair. he leaned his forehead against his palm once he placed his helmet at the table. your scent, mixed with a sweet and delicate perfume was still lingering on his nose. the sound of your laughter still echoes in his ears, the way you smiled at him, the sound of your voice, everything about you captivated his senses as his breath hitched with desire. he wanted you to be the one to quench his flames– his growing desire.

there was a painful erection underneath the pants that he wore. he needed to relieve the pressure, the ache that was building up inside of him, and it wasn't long before capitano's hands began to fumble with his belt and once he unzipped his pants, the impressive bulge that grew more beneath his underwear was revealed. he couldn't hold himself anymore. he had spent so much time working on getting his arousal under control, yet, there it was, begging to be taken care off. ah, you should be the one pleasuring him right now, not himself. the point of his dick— his tip, kicked his stomach when he recalled your sweet scent, the way your hands brushed on his when you handed the bouquet. his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. he couldn't even tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh at the same time. his cock pulsated, growing harder and harder with every passing moment he was left alone with his thoughts.

can you even handle him? will he even fit inside you? his body is huge, his length is immense. he was big. he knows you can take him, capitano's length is for you to take only. his cock was veiny, twitching and already dripping with pre-cum as it was waiting to be touched. the thought of wrapping your lips around his cock made his mouth fell, his chest moving up and down, and sweats appearing on his forehead. he had never felt so aroused before but at the same time his hands were clammy, shaking and itching to touch himself now. the sudden feelings of capitano's fingers in his dick caused him to let out a small groan, there was a mixture of excitement and arousal flowing in him right now and all he could think of was you.

capitano had his head rolled back with a slight groans escaping through his lips, it has been a long time since he felt this pleasure again as he wrapped his lengthy digits on his cock, moving up and down in such pace. “ah~” he breathed softly, the sight of him stroking himself had turned him into a horny animal. he gripped onto his cock tightly and increased his movements, moving his fingers faster while moaning louder than usual. “t-the things... you do to me... y/n..” capitano mumbled between moans, brows ceased in arousal as he continued to stroke his cock with his thick calloused fingers. in that moment, the captain longed for your hands to caress him, fantasizing your gentle fingertips running over his warm flesh. how divine it would be to give in to your warmth, and feel your soft touch engulfing him in a cocoon of comfort and intimacy. the mere thought of your hands wrapped around his length, ignited a longing desire within him. what a relief it would be, to trade the solitude of his own touch for the blissful sensation of your fingertips.

his eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy, each moan escaped his lips and grew louder, louder, louder. the captain's head fell heavily onto the polished table, his hands still clenching fiercely around his throbbing member, as if that grip could tether him to the world of sanity. no people should ever come close to making capitano cum so hard, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. the throbbing sensation that came with each hard and fast stroke, coupled with the increasing heat spreading throughout his whole body. “ah~ y/n... what did you do to me..?” the captain moaned aloud, his voice whiny from the intensity of his pleas. his face, once nonchalant, was now covered in shades of crimson. capitano’s mouth were open, moans and hot breath coming out. there were beads of sweat cascading down his forehead. his eyes rolled back in bliss at the overwhelming pleasure wrapped around him. he was utterly lost, unable to contain the soft whimpers and loud moans escaping his lips.

it didn't matter to capitano that the noise might alert others. his heart was beating like crazy, the feeling of being being inside you, your soft walls, made him lose all restraint on his self and he was whispering your name. capitano had never felt anything like it before. he knew you were the reason for his desire but the idea of telling you that, of showing you his love and passion, seemed too impossible and unreal. “m-my dear angel... forgive me for fantasizing about you...” his words sounded so weak. capitano closed his eyes in pure bliss. “let me make amends for my sins, my angel. please...” he begged, opening his eyes only a slit. the captain's fist were now full of cum as he stroked his shaft over and over again, his breath haggard and his chest heaving. he was going crazy and there was nothing he could do to stop it, nothing to distract him from the feeling coursing through his veins and setting him ablaze from the inside.

capitano could feel his climax approaching and his breathing became heavier and quicker. “...fuck..” he gasped, closing his eyes as he pushed against himself with his fist. “i will make you mine... y/n, my angel..” his legs trembled, his muscles twitched, his teeth were clenched. his eyes drifted shut as he surrendered his cock to the sensations of his own juices leaking down his member and fingers. he didn't know how long he had been doing this, but his body betrayed his exhaustion.

he stared at his swollen cock, and his own cum, watching the last few drops of cum dripping out of the top before it fell on his lap. what a waste. you should've been here to swallow all of it, to taste the most succulent thing that he had been saving for you, to taste every drop of it. he wanted to see your pretty mouth devouring the liquid substance of his own ejaculation.

[choszen]

bakla ka 'no?

u-uh.... haha, that's so funny.... h-haha,,, yes. 👉🏻👈🏻