#xavier needs a last name

[realms-and-creatures]

I'm gonna turn these guys into Plushies!!

[razmerry]

x-nyan: first clan

Wolverine and Nightcrawler

Angel

Mystique and Juggernaut

Darwin

Sabretooth

Forge, Jubilee, and Dazzler

Cable and Deadpool

Kitty Pryde

Storm, Psylocke, and Havok

Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch

Beak, Callisto, and Caliban

[rui-drawsbox]

Comm for @differenteagletragedy! Baxter hoarding the spotlight why not

[ablatheringblatherskite]

Because for some reason I never have seen an edit of both of them?? It's always either Tyler and Xavier or Ajax and Xavier. So I had to make it myself 😤

[jinwoosungs]

03/06/25; 01:07pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ eating you out for the first time ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

there was a predatory gleam seen within sylus's gaze, further darkening his garnet eyes into deep onyx. your breathing hitches in response, feeling as though you were trapped-

unable to escape him when he slowly crawls closer to you, his added weight making the mattress dip. he simply admires your body, raking his eyes down your form with a sense of appreciation before slowly gripping at your ankle. your breathing hitches once more, feeling sylus gently spread your legs even wider for him before settling himself between your thighs.

lifting up the skirt of your nightgown, you tremble upon hearing the way sylus lets out an appreciative whistle. “i can smell your sweetness from here, kitten.” the onychinus leader tells you with a lazy drawl, further causing the heat to settle against your cheeks.

letting out a hum, sylus surges forward, burying his face between your legs while his tongue presses against the damp fabric of your panties. the sensation of his hot mouth against your clothed center makes you arch your back in response, hands already clutching at the silken sheets below you. he continues to tease you, kissing your slick heat through the soft material of your panties.

“ngh… sylus please… need your mouth on me… need your tongue so bad.”

his chuckles causes sweet vibrations to course through you, giving your center another chaste kiss before telling you, “as you wish, sweetie.”

his next actions succeeded in driving you absolutely insane for him, feeling the sensation of his perfect teeth pulling down your panties while allowing it to hang precariously on your right ankle. spreading your legs even further for him, sylus shamelessly breathes in your scent before putting the entirety of his mouth on you.

letting out a desperate cry of his name, you found yourself grinding against his hot mouth, basking in the way his tongue travels inside of your walls made slick with your arousal. he devours you like a man starved, not stopping until he was certain he could drink every last drop of you.

and when you felt him sucking against your swollen clit, you willingly lost yourself to the sensation of your release rushing out of you and into his awaiting mouth.

zayne was interested in performing a few… physical examinations on you, and being none the wiser, you agreed to help him-

however, what you weren’t expecting was to be stripped from the entirety of your clothes, leaving you achingly bare and feeling oh so embarrassed. while you were completely naked for him, zayne was still fully dressed in his usual suit, settling your naked back against the front of his chest when he picks up your form and carries you back to your shared bedroom.

with the full length mirror in sight, zayne sits down while keeping you on his lap. “be a good girl for me and just keep still… i promise i’ll take care of you.”

feeling your walls clench in response to his gentle command, you press the side of your cheek against his chest, feeling zayne slowly spread your legs wide open for him before inserting a finger within your slick. he pumps it in and out of you for a few seconds, relishing in the squelching sounds of your walls surrounding his single digit-

(almost greedily.)

“tch, it’s like you’re sucking me in.” zayne’s voice becomes hoarser, simply admiring the way your juices coat his finger before adding another one into the mix. he was now making scissoring motions from within you, causing you to cry out as you arched your back against his powerful frame.

“look at the mirror, honey. witness yourself falling apart for me.”

letting out heavy gasps, you force your head to turn forward, heart racing while your breathing hitches in response to your reflection. your features were caught in a pleasure daze while watching the way zayne’s fingers eagerly thrust in and out of you, unconsciously spreading your legs even wider for him when he gives your hardened clit a gentle pinch. that simple touch was enough to send you over the edge, with you crying out to zayne before spilling yourself onto his hands.

your breathings were both labored, as your eyes turned hazy, watching as zayne places his hand against his lips before licking away the evidence of your release. a soft groan escapes from him, and you felt a new jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins when he clutches at your naked breast.

“you taste so good…” letting out a gasp of his name the moment zayne pulls at your ankle, forcing you to lay back against the bedroom floor, you swore you could feel the heat settle against your cheeks. just as you sat up to see what he was doing, the moment he places his mouth against your sensitive heat was the moment you knew that it was over for you.

you had a feeling that your beloved doctor wouldn’t be finished with you anytime soon.

it was late in the evening when you decided to read some chapters of your novel, listening to the sounds of your boyfriend showering as you smiled, basking in the simple domesticity of it all.

returning your attention back to your book, you become engrossed in the pages, feeling as though you were living through the story as you read about the heroine’s trials and tribulations. being so focused on your novel, you weren’t aware that xavier had finished his shower and had walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

the young hunter quietly calls out your name, yet received no answer in response. he frowns a bit, trying to call out to you once more, yet the only sounds heard were of you turning the pages of your novel.

and it was at that moment a brilliant idea struck xavier. tightening the towel around his waist, he slowly crawls toward you, making sure to keep his movements slow and graceful so as to not disrupt your attention from the book. a grin spreads across his lips when he slowly manages to pull down your shorts, revealing your plain, sky blue panties to him.

and you remained blissfully unaware-

that is, until you felt something calloused and slender making its way inside of your center. “w-what? xavier, is that you?”

the philos prince merely chuckles in response, for who else could it be but him? “don’t mind me, starlight. just go back to your book.”

had you not been so distracted by your novel, you would have detected the way xavier’s voice became hoarse, thick with desire for you while eagerly breathing in your scent. he basks in the sweetness that wafts off of you, knowing that it was enough to make his mouth water in response.

feeling impatient now, xavier pulls down your panties in one swift motion, earning a gasp from you. “xavier?!”

but xavier doesn’t hear you, not in the slightest when he suddenly surges forward to press his hot mouth against your slick heat. your gasps immediately turn to moans just then, feeling the way xavier’s hot tongue invades at your slick walls, drinking up your honeyed arousal.

had xavier not been so drunk off of the sheer taste of you, he would have smirked victoriously at the sound of your book falling to the ground, already forgotten as your attention was finally focused on him alone.

you were barely focused on the movie that was playing on the screen the moment rafayel pulls you down on his face, remaining beneath you on the couch as he gave your aching cunt a series of heated kisses.

you brace yourself against the sofa’s armrest, practically riding rafayel’s face as the movie simply served as background noise. your soft moans of desperate mewls of his name echo throughout the living room, yet you were too far gone to even realize it.

his tongue kept tracing at the outer lips of your cunt, kissing at your center with an eagerness that takes your very breath away. each new thrust that came from his mouth brings a new wave of pleasure from you, making you feel the way your walls clenched around the tip of his tongue.

your juices kept coating rafayel’s tongue, making him groan in response as he quickly became addicted to the sheer taste of you. you kept riding his face, chasing that high you were so close to achieving-

and when you felt the lemurian gently biting down against your swollen bundle of nerves, you lost all of your self control, spilling yourself into his awaiting mouth while letting out a cry of his name. he drinks up all that you had to offer, letting out an appreciative grunt before giving your pussy one final kiss.

you were still trembling in the aftermath, allowing rafayel to remove your heat from his face. as he sits back on the couch, a lazy grin was seen spreading across his handsome face. you give him a questioning glance, only to feel your walls clench even further in response to his next words,

“that was great having you ride my face, cutie. now, how about you ride my cock instead?”

the sounds of your moans echo throughout caleb’s apartment, with you locked away within his bedroom as he spoiled you with complete and utter pleasure for your homecoming.

it had been a few months since you had last seen him, with the two of you being busy with your own responsibilities to do anything outside of video calls. however, since you were able to take some time off, you decided to surprise caleb with an unexpected visit. you had only seen a glimpse of caleb wearing a regular shirt with some grey sweatpants before you were immediately pulled into his home.

he says nothing to you, simply leading you back to his room while slamming it shut. all you could do was follow his commands, wishing to please him when he tells you to get on your hands and knees for him. you had expected him to rip off your sundress and panties before pressing the tip of his cock into you-

so imagine your surprise when he simply pulls down your panties while laying beneath you, hands gripping at your waist before bringing you down on him. you felt the sinful sensation of his tongue traveling deep inside of you, as if wishing to drink up the entirety of your honeyed arousal. feeling his hot kisses against your aching cunt makes you feel a dizzying amount of pleasure, never wanting him to stop.

caleb continues to play with your body, eliciting soft moans from you like he was playing an instrument. and when your colonel adds a thick finger within your heat, you lost all sense of coherency, releasing yourself into his hot and awaiting mouth.

your climax causes you to tremble in response, and you were ready to lay back down and rest when caleb suddenly continues his relentless ministrations on you. “c-caleb, what are you d-doing, i already… hah… c-came!”

a rich chuckle was heard coming from caleb, and you shiver when slowly removes his lips away from your sensitive cunt, “and what’s your point, babe? i have no intention of stopping until i make you cum at least 10 more times before giving you my cock.”

with those words (along with a particularly hard smack! felt against your ass) caleb dives right back into your sensitive heat, making you nearly release on the spot as you drunkenly thought to yourself-

eight more to go…

end notes: don’t mind me, i’m just a thirsty girlie 🙂‍↕️ not edited yet but i’m just so lazy, so just deal with my unhinged musings for now ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[rafayelxsylusho]

This is to Celebrate 1500 followers!!!

You Squ💦in his mouth, he cu💦 in his pants!!

Includes playing with toys 😉

Enjoy!!!

Rafayel/Xavier/Caleb/Zayne/Sylus

TW: Smut

Headers: @bc.lay on Tik Tok

"Please, I can't... I need you," Rafayel gasps, his voice strained with desperation. His hand shoots out, grasping for his aching cock, but you bat it away. He looks at you, his expression a mix of frustration and pleading. "Don't tease me like this... I'm not thinking straight. Let me touch you, let me fuck you, anything..."

"Don't touch Raf"

You lean back on the bed, heart pounding as you slowly spread your thighs apart. Rafayel's eyes, already dark with lust, turn almost black as he takes in the sight of your exposed sex. He falls to his knees before you, face level with your dripping core.

"Please"

His eyes widen, fixating on your glistening folds as you spread yourself open with two fingers. The sight makes his painfully hard cock throb and leak pre cum.

"You wanted me to use my toy didn't you?"

Rafayel's eyes follow your hand as you trail the buzzing toy along your folds, he licks his lips, practically drooling and he has to swallow hard before he can speak.

"I did... I do. Fuck, just look at you, so wet and ready. You're not making this easy."

His gaze remains locked on your core, watching as the toy parts your slick lips, teasing your entrance. 

"But looking at your pretty cunt, swollen and so fucking wet... I don't know if I can wait any longer."

He looks up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for permission to bury his face between your thighs and lose himself in your taste.

"Please, let me taste you... I need it. I need to feel your cum on my tongue. Then maybe I can focus enough to watch you fuck yourself with your toy until you scream."

He watches you place the toy against your clit making your body jerk and your back arch. His eyes taking in the way your breast swells in your own hand and your walls clench around nothing.

A strangled groan escapes his throat as he suddenly grips your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh fuck, look at you... so desperate for stimulation. You need something to fill that tight little cunt, don't you cutie?" 

Rafayel doesn't hesitate for a second when you place the toy coated with your juices against his lips. He parts them eagerly, taking the small vibrator into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, lapping up your essence greedily as if it were the finest nectar.

He suckles on the toy, imagining it's your throbbing clit, moaning around it. His eyes flutter shut in bliss as he savors your taste.

His hands slide up your thighs, gripping your ass as he pulls you closer. Plunging the toy deep into your clenching pussy he buries his face between your legs and tries to suck down every last drop of your arousal.

Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him tighter against you. He eagerly complies, dragging the flat of his tongue along your slit before swirling just the tip around your swollen clit. The combination of the vibrator and his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub quickly pushes you towards the edge.

Rafayel eagerly pushes your thighs up and open, giving him complete access to your dripping pussy.

"Raf...Oh...my god."

As your moans fill the air, Rafayel feels his control slipping away. His painfully hard cock throbs and pulses, leaking even more pre cum. Seeing your flushed skin, from your ears down to your heaving chest, makes Rafayel grin against your sensitive flesh. He can feel your body tensing, your walls starting to flutter and clench around the vibrator.

He suckles your clit mercilessly and plunges the toy as deep as it can go. Your walls clamp down hard around the vibrator, body going rigid. With a scream of his name your orgasm crashes over you, your arousal gushes out of you, flooding Rafayel's mouth, drenching his face as you squirt uncontrollably.

Rafayel moans loudly as he feels you gushing over his lips and chin, the taste and sensation pushing him over the edge. Caught off guard, his own orgasm slams into him like a truck. His painfully hard cock pulses and throbs, his eyes roll back in bliss as spurt after spurt of his seed paints the floor, his body shuddering from the force of his orgasm.

He slows his movements and gently takes the toy out of your still clenching pussy, bringing it to his mouth to suck the last of your arousal from it before tossing it aside.

"Raf, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had?"

"Yeah, mine too"

"What...?"

He blushes deeply as he looks up at you, rubbing the back of his neck. "I said what I said. I came like a horny teenager, on the spot, just from eating you out"

It takes him a minute to figure out what he is actually seeing. You are straddling a large dildo, your bare ass rocking every time you slide up and down. The sounds of the toy plunging into you fill the room, making Xavier's cock throb.

A surge of jealousy, hot and fierce, courses through him as he watches you pleasure yourself on that fucking piece of silicone. It's ridiculous, really. He was the one that ordered you to ride it and now he hates seeing you like this.

"You wanted to watch me use the toy on myself," you pointed out "Well, here I am. I'm doing exactly what you asked me to do."

Xavier's jaw clenched as he watched you continue to move on the dildo, your breathy moans growing louder with each passing second.

"Holy fuck" he whispers

"Xav" you say, eyes growing wider "I'm gonna cum"

"No... you're not" he grabs you by the hips, pulling you off of the dildo and onto the bed with him. "Not on that thing. You have me right here"

"You know, that thing can make me cum in less than a minute"

" I'll do it in 59 seconds, bunny"

Xavier's hands gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your legs apart as he settled himself between them. "Let me eat my star," he muttered, his hot breath already tickling you cunt.

He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe along your slit. He groaned at the taste, his cock throbbing and twitching.

Xavier flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Without warning, he sucked the little nub into his mouth, his lips sealing around it as he began to nurse on it greedily. He could feel your body tense and shudder beneath him, your fingers tangling in his short hair as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

"Oh god, Xavier!" you gasped. Your vision went white as he continued his relentless assault on your most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and swirling around it with expert precision.

Xavier's hands slid up your thighs, gripping your ass tightly as he pulled your hips closer to his face. He wanted to devour you, to consume every last drop of your pleasure until you were nothing but a writhing, screaming mess beneath him. He wanted to erase any thoughts of the toy, of anything that wasn't him and the way he made you feel.

Your body bucked wildly against Xavier's face, his own hips jerked against the mattress, cock throbbing and leaking pre cum.

Then, without warning, you felt his long, thick fingers plunging inside your cunt.

Deep.Curling.Perfect.

He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations searing through your core and pushing you over the precipice.

"Oh god, yes!" you cried out, your fingers gripping his hair so tightly that you were sure you were hurting him.

Even as your body convulsed and shook, your pussy clenching like a vice around his fingers, he kept stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you.

Slick gushed out around his fingers, coating his lips and even dripping down the sheets below. The taste and feel of your release pushed him over the edge.

With a deep, guttural groan that originated from the very depths of his chest, Xavier's body shuddered and jerked. His hips bucked once, twice, and then he was coming undone, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it leaked thick ropes of cum into his pants.

"Fuck," he gasped, his voice strained with disbelief and awe at the power of the moment. "You make me lose control. I've never...I didn't know I could... come just from..."

You looked at Xavier with a playful smirk, your chest still heaving "That was more than a minute, Xav."

"But I made you squirt," he countered "That's an extra point for me, don't you think? So technically, I win."

"Oh fuck, Caleb!" you moan, back arching off the bed as he brings the vibrator back to your clit. Electric pleasure jolts through you at the touch, your hips bucking instinctively into the toy.

He watches your reaction and leans in to spit directly on your pussy. The sensation of his warm saliva mingling with your arousal makes you gasp, walls clenching around nothing.

Before you can catch your breath, two of Caleb's long fingers plunge deep into you. You let out a broken moan, inner muscles gripping his fingers as he starts to pump them in and out, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Caleb!" you keen, hands fisting in the sheets beneath you as the stimulation of the vibrator on your clit and his fingers fucking your pussy becomes too much.

"You like this, don't you Pip?" You like it when I play with your clit like this? With one of your toys?

"Yes,Yes Caleb" you moan wantonly, your head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.

You start to move on your own, desperation overtaking you as you fuck yourself shamelessly on his hand. Your hips rise and fall, forcing his fingers deeper into your soaked cunt.

Caleb's own hips press downwards against the mattress, trying to alleviate the throbbing ache in his painfully hard cock. He's so fucking turned on by how eagerly you're taking his fingers.

As if sensing your desperation, he clicks the button on the vibrator, raising the setting to maximum power. The toy buzzes to life with renewed intensity, its pressure grinding against your swollen clit as you move faster against his hand.

"God, Caleb... I'm gonna cum, like everywhere!"

"Now?"

"Yes!" you cry out, the vibrator on your sensitive nub making your hips jerk erratically against his hand. Just as the pleasure becomes too intense, Caleb abruptly removes the toy, leaving you sobbing at the sudden loss of stimulation.

But before you can wallow in disappointment, he lifts you effortlessly from the bed, your legs dangling and shaking.

He carries you the short distance to the nearest wall, pressing your back against it as he drops to his knees before you. His strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, pushing them apart as he throws one leg over each shoulder. You're exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

Caleb looks up at you, his expression intense and commanding. His voice is an authoritative growl as he orders:

"Squirt down my throat, pip. Give me every last drop." Then he seals his lips around your engorged clit, suckling the bud with hunger. His tongue swirls and flicks, playing your clit like an instrument only he knows how to master.

And he doesn't let up, his evol holds your trembling legs steady over his shoulders as he pushes his fingers back inside your cunt and pumps them in and out, curling them to hit your g spot.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" you cry over and over again and just as he commanded, you squirt your release down his throat, your arousal flooding his mouth as he greedily swallows every last drop.

His evol holds your legs steady, keeping you pinned against the wall and preventing you from collapsing as your body rocks with the force of your climax.

Caleb slowly lowers you down until you're sitting straddled on his lap on the cool hardwood floor. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

His forehead drops to yours, his eyes are closed, his expression one of pure bliss. When he speaks, his voice is an awed rasp:

"I haven't cum in my pants since... you've reduced me to a fucking teenager again, leaking in my boxers like I'm back in high school."

Curious, you glance down between you, your gaze drawn to the wet spot darkening the fabric of his pants. 

"The way you moaned my name just... Fuck princess...say it again"

A slow, teasing smile spreads across your face as you realize the implications of his words. Leaning in closer, you bring your lips to his ear, your warm breath ghosting over his skin as you whisper:

"Oh? You mean like this..." you pause for a moment, letting the anticipation build. Then, in a breathy, needy tone that mirrors the way you moan his name while he fucks you, you breathe out:

"Caleb..."

You let the single syllable linger, drawing it out as if you're crying out in pleasure. Your tongue darts out, tracing the curve of his earlobe before you nip at it playfully. You can feel the shudder that runs through him at the sound, his cock twitching against your thigh in response.

A growl rumbles in his chest as you cup his erection through his pants. Then he stands, lifting you up with him crushing your body against his.

"Oh you asked for it Pip"

"Oh Zayne, please, I can't handle it anymore!" you whimper, squirming uncomfortably in the plush office chair. The vibrator nestled in your underwear pulses relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Handle it? you feel your face flush a deep crimson. "You call this handling it?"

Zayne just smirks at you from across the desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as he pretends to focus on his work. But you can see the way his eyes keep flicking to you, taking in your desperate writhing with a smug, satisfied grin.

"I think you can handle anything I give you, sweetheart", he murmurs "In fact, I know you can"

He reaches out and presses a button on the remote control sitting on his desk. Instantly, the vibrator kicks up another notch, buzzing so hard you swear you can feel the heat of it through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Ahhhh!" you cry out, back arching off the chair as pleasure whites out your vision for a moment. Your nails dig into the leather of the armrests as you try to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation.

"Please Zayne, it's too much!" you beg, voice breaking on a sob. "I can't...I can't do it anymore!"

Zayne finally looks up from his computer only to pin you with a stern glare. "You wanted to tease me, didn't you?"

"Please, I came twice already... I can't..."

He reaches for the remote, and you flinch, bracing yourself. But instead of increasing the intensity, he turns it off completely.

"I'm just too sensitive...I can't...I won't..."

"Won't what?" Zayne interrupts, rising slowly from his seat. He rounds the desk with measured steps, each one bringing him closer to you until he's looming over you.

"Won't tease me anymore?" he finishes for you, tilting your chin up with one finger so you're forced to meet his gaze. "Won't be a brat and try to tempt me past my limits?"

His thumb brushes over your lower lip and you part your lips on a shaky exhale, he takes the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth. You close your lips around it instinctively, suckling gently.

"There's my good girl," Zayne purrs, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction at your submissive display. "Such a pretty little mouth. I wonder..."

He leans in closer and whispers, "How many more times do you think you can come tonight before I ruin you completely?"

His other hand slides beneath your skirt, fingers skimming over your inner thigh. You're already soaked, panties clinging obscenely to your swollen folds.

"These are mine now," Zayne declares sliding down your drenched panties and tucking them into the pocket of his lab coat. "You cant get them back."

He grips your hips, hauling you to the edge of the chair and forcing your legs apart. The cool air of the office kisses your skin, making you shiver.

"Zayne, please..." you whimper, but the plea is cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers delve between your folds. Your body betrays your true desires, hips rocking into his touch wantonly.

"Please what?" he taunts, circling your clit with a light touch.

"I...I need... "you pant out, words tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush, "I need you, Zayne. I need your cock. Please, please fuck me. Ruin me. I can't...I can't take the emptiness anymore!"

"That's my girl," Zayne croons, rewarding your desperation with a brutal thrust of two fingers knuckle deep inside you. "So tight. So perfect."

"One more", Zayne promises before diving between your thighs. He throws your leg over his shoulder, opening you up completely. Then his mouth is on you, hot and wet, and you're crying out, back arching off the chair.

"Ahhh, fuck! Zayne!" you wail, fingers scrabbling for purchase in his short black hair. You try to push him away, overwhelmed by the intensity of your impending release, but he's relentless. Inescapable.

"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me one more time," he orders against your flesh, the vibrations of his voice pushing you closer to the edge.

He suckles your clit greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as two fingers plunge back inside your fluttering cunt.

"Zayne... I'm going to...I can't...you have to..."

You don't even finish the rest of the sentence before your cum sloshes into his mouth , but you don't just gush into his mouth, you squirt all over his face.

Zayne grunts, his stomach clenches as his heavy balls draw up tight and then his hot seed erupts from his throbbing cock, soaking through the fabric of his boxers and pants.

The minute he pulls back you sit up, closing your legs in mortification. "I'm sorry I was trying to warn you to pull away but..."

He can't help but throw his head back and laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the office.

"Oh sweetheart", he chuckles, wiping the remnants of your release from his face with the back of his hand. "Does it look like I'm sorry?"

He rises to his feet, looking down at the growing wet patch on the front of his expensive slacks, the evidence of his own climax. If anything, he seems immensely pleased with himself.

"My shirt is ruined, my pants are soaked through, and my face is covered in your cum" he says, still grinning "And I've never been happier."

Zayne tilts your face up to meet his gaze. "I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I can't fucking wait to do it again, as soon as I give my 18 year old self his balls back"

Sylus watches the thick dildo nestled between your thighs, watches you rock back and forth, working it in and out of your dripping pussy.

"All the way inside, kitten. Put it all the way in," Sylus growls, you can feel his gaze raking over your curves, consuming you, owning you.

Flustered, you try to comply, bearing down harder, sinking the thick toy deeper. But it's a tight fit, and your body struggles to take it all. You clench and flutter around the length, your pussy resisting the intrusion.

This only seems to please Sylus more. A smirk plays at the corners of his full lips as he watches you squirm and pant, fighting to force the dildo deeper. "You look so pretty struggling to get just that inside"

Embarrassed heat colors your cheeks, even as arousal coils tighter in your belly. You've never felt so exposed, so utterly seen. It's terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. Biting your lip, you redouble your efforts, determined to please him, to prove you can take what he wants to give you.

"Sweetie, you are so desperate to cum your pussy is dripping onto my sheets"

You blush harder as Sylus points out your desperate state. The wet spot beneath your ass on his expensive silk sheets is growing, an evidence to how badly your body craves release.

Mortified, you stammer out an apology, "S-sorry..."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh, I wasn't complaining," he murmurs "In fact, I'm going to paint this whole fucking room in your cum tonight."

You watch as Sylus lays on his stomach right in front of you, inches from where the thick dildo is stretching your needy cunt so obscenely. His eyes are glued to the lewd spectacle, watching avidly as the toy plunges in and out, your swollen pussy lips clinging to it with each withdraw.

The angle gives him an unobstructed view of your engorged clit, the sensitive nub peeking out from beneath the hood with each thrust.

"You are going to make me cum without even touching my cock"

Biting your lip, you manage to gasp out, "Good, I recall you being very intrigued by the idea of sitting and watching. I hope you enjoy the show, Sylus."

"I'm going to watch every second. I want to see the exact moment when you can't take anymore, and then I'm going to take over, kitten"

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure builds to a fever pitch, your body tensing as your climax fast approaches. You're teetering on the brink, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"I'm about to cum, Sy!" you cry out, my voice pitchy and desperate. "Fuck!"

He watches as your hips stutter and jerk erratically, your movements growing more desperate by the second.

"Lay on the bed, Y/N. Now"

With trembling limbs, you do as he says, carefully pulling the slick dildo from your clenching hole. A fresh gush of your arousal drips out, painting your inner thigh.

"Just like that. Spread your legs for me, let me see that pretty little pussy."

Blushing furiously, you hesitantly part your thighs, baring your swollen folds to his eyes. Your clit is angry, throbbing red, just begging for his touch. 

"Can I?"

Your body is burning up, every nerve ending screaming for his touch. The words spill out of you, raw and desperate.

"Please, Sylus... you can do whatever the fuck you want. Suck it, lick it, tug it, bite it. Just please put your mouth on me," you beg shamelessly, too far gone to care about the desperation in your voice.

Without a word, he settles between your spread thighs, the heat of his breath ghosting over your sex. You shudder, your hips twitching with anticipation.

Slowly, torturously, Sylus leans in and drags the flat of his tongue along your slit, from your entrance up to your clit. He takes his time, savoring you, before suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips.

You cry out, back arching off the bed as bolts of pleasure course through your body. Your fingers tangle in his silky hair, holding him in place.

Your thighs begin to tremble, your muscles drawing taut as the coil of tension in your core winds tighter and tighter. You can feel your orgasm building, cresting, ready to sweep you away.

"Fuck, Sy!" you keen "Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm... I'm gonna...!"

As Sylus' finger curls inside you, expertly finding that sensitive spongy spot, you feel the dam burst.

"FUCK, SYLUS!" you scream, your body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through you.

At the first gush of your release, Sylus opens his mouth wide, covering your spasming cunt completely with his lips. He begins to drink down greedily, his tongue lapping up every drop.

Tears of rapture stream down your face, your eyes screwed shut as you surrender to the all consuming bliss radiating from your core. Your fingers tighten in his hair, anchoring yourself to him as the world spins and fades away.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your orgasm begins to subside. Your grip on Sylus' hair loosens, your body going limp as the last shuddering aftershock rolls through you.

Sylus leans over you and pecks your lips softly, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, before pulling back slightly to gaze down at your ravaged expression.

Your hand drifts down, exploring, until you encounter the damp patch on the front of his tailored trousers. You lift your fingers to your lips, your smile coy and knowing as you lick them clean, tasting the evidence of Sylus' own release.

Sylus raises a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "What?" he asks "You like guys who come in their pants, kitten?"

You shake your head, still smiling, your eyes sparkling with mischief and something akin to awe. "No, just you," you murmur softly. "Do you know how good you'd have to be to make the leader of Onychinus cum in his pants?"

Sylus chuckles, a deep, rich sound that resonates through his chest. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your lips as he speaks. "I suppose you're about to find out, sweetie. If I can reduce a Deepspace Hunter to a quivering, begging mess... imagine what I can do when I really put my mind to it."

[bitteriekitten]

say my (real) name.

synopsis — the l&ds boys gently crashing out because you didn't call them by their pet name <3

warnings — pet names (baby, love, honey, sweetheart, etc.), extreme doses of fluff

featuring — xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb (separate fics)

notes — the entire time i was writing this i was tempted to just bite my laptop and swing it around like a dog. can you tell that i've been single for too long?

"I'm home!" Xavier called out to you as he locked your front door upon entering your apartment, settling the bags full of food down onto your dining table. He had texted you that he was going to arrive at 5:30 PM, but got caught up in traffic on the way home, making him 15 minutes later than the time he gave.

"Xavier?" you called back, stepping out of your bathroom and patting your hands dry from washing them earlier. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows together, immediately concerned.

"Baby, please don't be mad at me," he said, voice wavering, "There was traffic and the elevator kept opening at random floors."

You stared at him with a confused look. "I'm... not mad at you...?"

"But you didn't call me baby..." Xavier muttered, dejected.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, "Oh, I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to scare you." You giggled, approaching him with your arms open. Xavier immediately wrapped his arms around you and practically shoved his face into the crook of your shoulder.

"I'm not mad at you, okay baby? I just wanted to know if it was you." you reassured him, patting him on the head. Xavier's response was muffled against your skin, and you just nodded, pretending to understand your big baby.

As you finished cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you spot Zayne hovering by the entryway, still in his doctor's coat looking distressed. You hadn't been expecting him back so early from his shift at Akso.

"Oh my god– you scared me." you jokingly reprimanded him, approaching him to greet him with a hug and a kiss. But puzzlingly, he stopped you, "Did I do something wrong?" he asked directly.

You blinked in surprise, "What? No!"

"I'm not sure what I did, my love, but I'm really sorry." Zayne said, holding your hands in his and bringing it to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles gently, "I don't want to upset you, and I want us to talk this out properly so we can go to bed tonight without any problems."

"I– Zayne, what's going on? Why would I be upset with you?" you asked, laughing at his worried state, unsure if he was being serious or not.

"You..." Zayne sighed heavily, his hand coming up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You called me by my name in your text. And just now, too. I thought I did something to make you mad."

You wracked your brain for the last text you sent him. You vaguely remembered telling him that you might not be able to text him back if he needed to check up on you because you were planning to sleep early. You looked up at your boyfriend with a fond smile, holding his face with both your hands.

"Love, I'm not upset with you." you reassured him, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks, "I was just in a rush earlier, okay? I'm so sorry that I made you worry."

With a sigh of relief, Zayne kissed each of your palms and smiled. "Thank you for telling me, my love." he said sincerely.

"Of course." you replied and pulled him down for a kiss on the lips. "Now get out of your work clothes, I'll reheat some leftovers for you."

You walked into your boyfriend's studio armed with comfort food, expecting to find Rafayel working on the big painting he was complaining to you about. But all that was left in the studio was a big canvas and some of his art supplies sprawled about on the floor.

He had called you earlier to invite you over at his place because he said he was 'one paint stroke away from burning out'. Ever so concerned for your boyfriend, you immediately went to order from his favorite places and order a taxi to his place.

"Rafayel? I'm here! I brought some food for us." you called out. You placed the bag of takeout onto his coffee table.

"Excuse me? Rafayel?"

Just then, rapid footsteps emerged from somewhere in the studio. In came Rafayel, his shirt unbuttoned and his expression distraught. "What are you calling me that for, cutie?!" he gasped, pulling you into his arms to keep you from walking away.

"I–" you cut yourself off with an incredulous laugh, "Is it not your name?"

"To the rest of the world, I am Rafayel. The greatest painter of the world, the nephew of a prodigal opera singer, yada-yada," Rafayel said, his tone completely serious, "But to you, my cutie, I am your baby. And you should address me as such!"

You laughed once more as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him and giggling against his plush lips. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his and smiled fondly up at your dramatic lover. "Okay baby, I won't forget that next time."

"You better not! Or else." Rafayel threatened playfully, then smiled back at you. He gave you one more kiss before letting you go to make way for the food you brought.

You stood in front of your mirror with the dress that Sylus bought for you, unsure of how the color looked on you. It was yet another red dress, long-sleeved and backless, but it had more of a purple undertone compared to the ones he previously gave you.

"Sylus? Can you come in here for a second please?" you called to your boyfriend absentmindedly, tilting your head to get a better angle at your dress.

Sylus walked into the bedroom with his arms crossed and an irritated face. "Yes, honey?"

"Does this look okay?" you asked, not looking back at him. "I love the dress, don't get me wrong – but I don't know about the color..."

"I can get you a new one in the color you want, honey." he replied.

"Mmm, but I want your honest opinion on this dress first."

"I think it looks ravishing on you, honey. Anything looks good on you."

"Okay, why are you saying it like that?" you asked him with a giggle, which only irritated Sylus even further.

"Saying what like what, honey?"

"That, the honey!" You laughed, finally noticing how upset your boyfriend actually looked. "Did I say something wrong?"

Sylus narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before he sighed. "I thought that... you were messing with me." he admitted softly, "I've grown accustomed to you calling me by honey instead of my name."

Your mouth formed an O in realization, then you threw your head back with a laugh, "Oh honey, please don't be sulky. I didn't mean to mess with you." you cooed, walking closer to him, pulling him into you for a hug with your head resting on his chest.

Sylus held your head in his large hand and gave your hair a kiss. "Oh, it's quite alright, Y/N." he replied, feeling his smirk against your strands.

You lifted your head from his chest with a pout. Sylus just chuckled and turned you back to the mirror to focus back on your dress.

You could barely call it a miracle Caleb could work from home for a few days. Despite not having to stay at the Farspace Fleet's sterile buildings, Caleb was still swamped with paper work. He stayed most of the time at the dining table, folders and papers piling up on the surface like mountains.

But you didn't mind – at least he was far away from the fleet for now. So you made it a mission to make him more comfortable at his home in Skyhaven, doing his chores for him while he made his rounds on the paper work.

You sat in the living room, scrolling through your phone when you came across an ad for a new chicken place that was nearby Caleb's house. Your stomach grumbled like clockwork, and you glanced at the time – it was almost dinnertime.

"Caleb, do you want anything specific for dinner tonight?" you called, "Or should I just order–"

"What're you calling me Caleb for?!" Caleb cut you off loudly from the dining table. You turned to look at him and flinched when you saw him already standing directly behind you on the sofa. His eyes wide and pleading, he pouted at you.

"I–" you scoffed, laughing at how he genuinely looked upset. "But that's your name, isn't it, sweetheart?"

"No." Like a disobedient puppy, Caleb crossed his arms, his pout somehow becoming more prominent. "I am your sweetheart or baby or honey or darling or whatever you feel like calling me – you lost your privileges of calling me by my first name the moment you became my partner." he declared.

You giggled uncontrollably as you walked around the sofa to hug him. Caleb hummed as he hugged you back, his secure arms tight around your body. "Okay, sweetheart, I'm sorry." you cooed, giving his chest a kiss, "So do you want me to order take-out for us, baby? It's almost dinner time, my baby should take a break from work at least."

Caleb brightened up instantly at the flurry of pet names and nodded.

[loveanddeepyearning]

The Lads Boys' Favorite Positions

A look into my thoughts on how each LI likes to get freaky with you 😝 3.4k words. ~ 600 words per LI (got a little carried away on some). Afab reader, 18+ MDNI, Sexually mature content under the cut. Filthy, but loving <3

Xavier: 

Doggy, Face Sitting 

Man loves backshots, we know. This way he can stare at your gorgeous back while he holds you down and absolutely rails you. He's very dominant and needs you beneath him, this position satisfies that urge to pin you down and claim you in the primal way he desires. Oh and not just in the bed, he's shoving you against windows, on the couch, pretty much anywhere he can take you. Xavier is possessive and if there is a miniscule chance someone might see, he's taking it (and you) with the curtains open.

I will add, the guy is a munch heh. He's dropping down like a man possessed, with your ass still in the air and your legs shaking, just for a taste. Then laying down so he can pull you onto his face and devour you. Once he starts he won't leave you alone until you're begging him to stop.

Wet sounds of his cock driving deep into your folds echo throughout the entire apartment, your desperate moans muffled by the throw pillows on the sofa. Xavier’s large, calloused hands hold your hips in a deep and punishing arch, yanking you back to meet each harsh thrust. The way he so easily cages your smaller form beneath him rips a groan from low in his throat, your complete submission spurring him to practically pound you into the cushions. In this position he drinks in the sight of your bare form, gorgeous back on full display and pretty pussy taking his cock so well, he loses himself in how wet you are, how perfect it feels to show you who owns that cunt of yours. “You like that, baby?” Wanton moans of his name and the addictive way your pussy clenches around his swollen and sensitive cock has him angling your pelvis to take him deeper. Walls fluttering and squeezing so perfectly, you fall apart with a cry, milking his dick as he finally cums deep inside your folds.

With a whine you attempt to squeeze your thighs shut, it’s all too much as overstimulation washes over your center in waves and you squirm against Xavier’s bruising grip on your hips. “No, no, no. Don’t run away, angel.” Growling, he practically chases you, holding you steady as he repeatedly stuffs you full of his sensitive length. Finally satiated after fucking his release further into your pulsing entrance, he slowly pulls back, eyes fixated on the way his pearly white essence drips from your gaping cunt. Your soft cries and whimpers of his name fade away as he gawks at the mixture of fluids pooling by your pretty little clit, the urge to taste cutting through every logical thought. Hands flying to the pillows, you hold on for dear life as slender fingers spread through your swollen and abused folds, aiding the cum dripping down your thighs. Crying out, you can’t help but rock your hips back when you feel his tongue circle your tender clit, heady moans of your name vibrating against your swollen pussy. 

“Xavi, I can’t take any more.” Tears pool in your eyes, pleasure slowly overtaking the sensitivity as he lays beneath your grinding hips. Pressing your center to his lips, he groans at the taste, lapping at your dripping entrance like a starved man. 

Sucking and nipping at your clit, he uses his tongue to claim the last of the cum he stuffed inside your intoxicating walls, moaning at the sweetness of your combined releases. “One more, angel. Right now I need you to cum on my tongue.”      

Zayne: 

Spooning, Missionary 

He likes the classics. Missionary is simple and intimate but provides great eye contact. In this position he has a wonderful view of you beneath him, and he will worship you like the goddess you are. Plus I will die on the hill that he is the best with his fingers (surgeon) and this allows him access to between your thighs. The man loves to kiss, and this way he can lay on (in) you with his fingers in your hair and kiss you until you're both gasping for breath.

Spooning also allows for him to pull on your hair to guide your lips to his, (and easy access for fingers lolol). Plus he's a shy boy and sometimes he can't do eye contact. With your back to his chest, he would whisper soft praises in his raspy morning voice, all but whimpering in your ear. And he's so strong, you don't have to worry about a thing, he's positioning you with ease, his muscles aren't just for show.

Warm, steady fingers hook in the hem of your panties, large palms slowly running down the length of your thighs as he frees your aching cunt. Grasping a leg in his strong hold, he gently spreads you, hooking your calf over his hip to keep you exposed to his ministrations. You can’t help the way your back arches into his chest, soft moans escaping your lips as you squirm on your side, his fingertips ghosting over your entrance to assess the wetness of your needy center. Middle finger sliding up the length of your slit, he rubs at your inner walls as you whimper and whine beautifully for him, hips grinding back into his erect morning wood. 

“Zayne, please.” 

A raspy chuckle tickles your ear and soft lips pepper kisses to your exposed neck, fingers gathering your slick to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Patience, My Love. Let me take care of you.” You love the lewd praises and promises he whispers in your ear, a striking contrast to his usually cold and aloof demeanor. Sliding that middle finger into your tight cunt, he groans at the way you practically milk his digit, almost unwilling to let him go once he presses past your heavenly entrance. “So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you, so let me stretch this pretty pussy open for you.” 

Grinding your hips into his palm, you lose yourself in his touch, years of schooling and occupational training have honed his skills with those fingers, and you melt into his steady hands as he works you open with care. “Brilliant. Gorgeous. Powerful.” Gentle praises hum against the shell of your ear, whispered against the quiet morning air as if he was afraid to shatter the intimate atmosphere. With a gasp, you squirm and his index finger easily joins his middle, your cunt practically dripping as you greedily suck him in. “Just a little more, baby. You can take another, right?”

God, you are so needy, your clit practically throbbing with the rapid pound of your heart, and you squirm in his hold, needing him to give in and finally fuck you. “Yes, yes. Please Zayne, I need you so bad.” Practically sobbing at this point, you cry out as his ring finger joins the others, your pussy clenching tightly at the intrusion. Chuckling quietly, he nips at your ear, his ego swelling with each needy whine and beg for him to put it in, his cock pulsing against the soft fabric of his boxers.

He knew you were close from the way you squeezed him, hips practically riding his fingers as you chased that high, so drunk on the pleasure your eyelids flutter shut. Tangling the fingers of his other hand in your hair, he turns your head to connect your lips in a passionate, claiming kiss. “Mmmh Zayne, I’m gonna-” 

Approaching the high you so desperately crave, his soaked fingers slip from your cunt, soothing your momentary whines while freeing his swollen cock to sheathe himself in your sensitive walls. The sudden intrusion has you gripping the sheets and writhing, a dizzying orgasm erupting as his thick girth rubs you so right, it has you seeing stars. Whining, you grind back against him, so lost in the feel of him filling you so perfectly, you almost miss the hitch in his breath, the needy whimpers as his hips set a desperate pace. Overstimulation quickly takes over, your spent body writhing in his hold as he continues to pound your abused pussy, praises falling from his lips as he begs you to let him fuck you a little longer. As the sensitivity gives way to pleasure, you lose yourself in his cries of your name and the way he pumps you full of his hot cum, praising his “good girl” for just how well you take him every single time.    

Rafayel:

Reverse cowgirl, In front of a mirror 

Listen: he likes to watch and make you watch when you get freaky. He is an artist, and watching the way your bodies connect and the lewd way they move together really drives him crazy. Sitting on the floor with your back against his chest, he would bounce you on his lap while forcing you to look, his fingers holding your chin, whispering absolutely filthy praises in your ear.

You're his one and only muse, and the only one he'd whimper and moan so shamelessly for, his composure slipping after watching you for so long. His ears are bright red and his cheeks are such a pretty pink, Raf always flushes so beautifully for you. (Also, fingering you in front of a mirror AHHHHH). I also will say that he is a mermaid and his stroke game must be god tier (hehe).  

Vulgar squelches echo in the bedroom, your thighs struggling to keep a steady pace after what feels like hours of desperate grinding. “Eyes forward, baby girl.” A gentle, yet firm pressure on your jaw brings your eyes back to the obscene reflection of your swollen and sensitive cunt squeezing his cock so deliciously. Wetness slips from your poor hole, a mixture of your arousal, and who knew how many rounds of cum he had so generously filled you with. Greedy digits slide through the slick, his fingers brushing through your folds to thoroughly lubricate your thrumming clit. 

“See how deep I am?” As if transfixed, you watch his cock slide deeper, your pussy stretching to accommodate the length. Oh. You watch the way he fills your pulsing walls, splitting you open with the meeting of your hips before slowly sliding out and thrusting until he fills you once more. 

With your back to his chest, his free hand pinches your nipple to coax out those pretty whimpers he desperately craves, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nub in soothing circles. Eyes flickering up, your body runs hot, flushing under the heat of his gaze as he watches the way you clench around him, walls squeezing him so tight with oversensitivity. 

“Feels so good, Raf.” Moaning, you bounce down on his cock, noting the deep flush dusting his cheeks and ears that appeared when he lost himself in the pleasure like this. 

“Hng, you take my cock so well, cutie. Keep bouncing on it, just like that.” Guiding your hips, his lips ghost over your neck, nose teasing the hammering pulse point before his teeth nip at your jaw. Digging your knees into the pillows he provided for comfort, you mustered the last of your strength to take him deeper, grinding his cock against your walls in all the right spots. “O-Oh, please don’t stop.” 

Riding him faster, he twitches inside of you, his moans growing breathy and higher in pitch as he nips at your earlobe. “Please let me cum inside. Fuck, cutie, I need to cum in your pretty pussy again. Please, hnng.” 

Reaching behind your head, you tug on his violet locks, bringing his pussy drunk gaze to meet your own in the full-length mirror. Irises dark, he devours you with a predatory hunger, his pupils blown wide with lust. He’s gorgeous, all fucked out and desperate like this, and he’s all yours. “Need you to cum in me Raf, please baby.” 

With a whiny moan, his large palms grasp your hips, slamming into you until he chants your name like a prayer, holding you tight as he cums so hard he’s shaking against your back. Rubbing your clit just right, he works you through the throes of pleasure, ensuring you watch as he licks up your release from his dripping fingers. 

Sylus: 

Cowgirl, Mating Press 

He craves eye contact and the intimacy that comes with it, so his favorite positions are ones where he can stare into your eyes. Sylus is nothing, if not a lover boy, and he needs to watch every flicker of emotion in your eyes as he takes you to cloud nine. Cowgirl lets you control your own pleasure, which he loves, there's just something about watching you use him and take care of him that gets him off.

Ofc mating press is just intimate and deep. Plus he loves that he is so biG and can easily manhandle you into the position. Sylus is also a biter and this way he has easy access to your neck, chest, anywhere really. He's holding your legs over his shoulders with one hand, whimpering praises of how good you feel and how perfect you are as he stares deep into your eyes. He's so pathetically in love. 

Throwing your head back, your eyes slip closed from the sheer pleasure, his cock repeatedly bullying that spot that has you seeing stars. Moaning out his name, you arch your back and he slides deeper, the head of his cock poking at your cervix with each thrust and your nails dig into his shoulders for purchase. Gentle fingers cradle your face before slipping to the back of your head to direct your gaze to his own. “Look at me, Sweetie. I need to see your eyes.” 

Something warm and longing pools in his red stare, raking over your quivering form to capture your gaze. Gripping your thighs, he slowly, yet purposefully folds your much smaller form, resting your legs over his shoulder to somehow slide even deeper into your welcoming cunt. Capturing your lips in a searing kiss, he pulls back to brush the messy strands of hair from your eyes, his forehead pressing to your temple to watch the flecks of color swirl in your eyes as he slowly thrusts deep inside your fluttering walls. “S-Sylus.” You try to throw your head back again and close your eyes, but he holds firm, caging you under his rippling muscles to keep your cockdrunk gaze on his own. 

“Fuck, baby. You're taking me so well. So perfect.” Looking down briefly, his breath catches as he watches how easily he slides into your dripping folds, his length glistening with your juices each time he pulls back to prepare for the next thrust. Fingers meeting your throbbing clit, he rubs in tight, firm circles and you cry out in utter ecstasy, eyes clouding with overwhelming love and desire. Losing himself in the rush of passion, he quickly dips his head to your neck, teeth sinking into the dampened skin at the curve of your shoulder, the soft flesh beneath your ear, anywhere his greedy canines find purchase.

With each heave of your chest and flicker of emotion in your gaze, he holds your legs firm over his shoulder and drives further into your soaked cunt, his release approaching faster than anticipated. No matter how hard he tries to hold himself back, to worship your perfect body and give you the pleasure you deserve, your pretty pussy clenches just right and he finds himself nearing a mind- numbing release. A low groan falls from his lips, pressing closer to push himself deeper, his eyes so full of love that you can’t help but blush. “Just like that, kitten. Cum for me, pretty girl.” With a final circle of his fingers, you fall apart on his cock, squeezing him so right, he follows suit. Thrusting each spurt of his warm and claiming cum into your perfect center, he lustfully watches the way your eyes darken with release, eyelashes fluttering in a struggle to keep your eyes open, to keep them trained on him just the way he likes it. Endless praises fall from his honeyed tongue, after all, how could they not when you’re always so perfect for him?

Caleb: 

Full Nelson, Against the wall or counter, Headlock

Essentially he loves any position that allows him to utilize his strength on you. That way he can pin you down (maybe in a headlock...heh) and ravage you while moaning nasty little things into your ear. Those gorgeous biceps are so pretty and solid when they flex, picking you up to support you against the counter or wall. And even if they weren't capable of pinning you against every surface in the house, his evol has you covered. 

Anywhere he takes you, he's almost forcing you to make eye contact, whimpering and groaning kinda pathetically. If you were to tease him and withhold your touch, he might even cry, whining and begging for you like he's desperate (he is). He can't help it, he's fantasized about your touch for over a decade, and the real thing is better than anything he's ever dreamed of (king of yearning). 

Fingers digging into his shoulders, your breasts press against his solid chest, back arching further with each plap of his hips against your own. A warm palm cradles the back of your neck, protecting your head from each harsh thrust against the living room wall. Digging your back into the cool sheetrock, you rut against his solid cock, imitating the motion of his hips to draw him even deeper inside you. Brow furrowing with a needy whine, he watches the way you swallow his entire length each time, sucking him so far into the intimate massage of your dripping walls, he isn’t sure he can last much longer. 

Caleb is a vision like this, his honeyed skin so smooth to the touch, every muscle defined and rippling in the soft light that kissed his beautiful features. What you love the most, however, are the gorgeous biceps caging you between the solid lines of his body and the harsh wall of his apartment in Skyhaven, so thick and firm, and wrapped completely around your burning form. Fuck, you needed this. 

“Tell me you love it when I fuck you like this.” Violet irises capture your own, pupils wide with love and lust, his grip on the back of your head tightening to prevent your gaze from wandering. 

Tugging on the dark brown locks at the nape of his neck, you moan loudly at a particularly deep thrust. Having known him so long, you deduct the hidden meaning from his lustful words, his desperation for reassurance that you need him just as badly as he needs you. “Caleb,” Whimpering his name, you grip at his arms and unconsciously dig your nails into the muscular flesh, “love this, love you. Your cock feels so good, mmph.” 

Squealing, your hands wind around his neck as he carries you to the couch, continuing to bounce you on his dick with each step. Supporting you with his arms alone, he drives deep into your pussy, a large hand holding your ass while the other wraps around your waist to hold you secure. Greedily nipping at your lips, he seats himself on the cushions, effortlessly manhandling you into a position that promises to further stretch your pretty pussy on his large cock. With your back against his front, he forces your knees to your chest, holding your thighs to your breasts with a large hand as he sheathes himself once again in your abused and swollen walls. Setting a bruising pace against your poor cervix, his fingers wind up your body, a pretty bicep caging you against his heaving chest in a headlock. The way he bounces you on his lap, so pliant against his large form makes you clench uncontrollably, the forearm against your throat forcing your gaze to his own. Desperate whimpers and whines fill your ears, his thrusts growing harsher and more erratic as he nears his release, those eyes watching every single reaction, praising you lewdly as he feels you near your own end. “Cum with me, pip-squeak. Need you to cum on my cock.” 

With a shuddering gasp, you fall apart, hard, milking his cock while he bites his lip against a pathetic moan and cums inside you. Throwing your head back, you can’t stop your eyelids from slipping closed, too blissed out for the intimate eye contact he often begged you for. A harsh slap to your clit makes you yelp his name, eyes shooting open to catch his darkening gaze, eyebrow twitching with annoyance that you withheld your gorgeous gaze as you came. “That’s better. I’ll just have to make you cum again.”       

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are very appreciated!!

[fungateshortcakes]

Jealous much?

Pairing: dofp!Logan x fem!teacher!Reader

Summary: What happens when Logan finds the father of one of your students flirting with you after class?

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: Jealous!Logan, established relationship (you are married), flirting, Logan asserting dominance to the guy that thinks he has a chance with you, smitten Logan bc he loves u so much, reader is implied to be 'turned on' once, no use of (y/n), english is not my first language!

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I love love LOVE jealous Logan. Someone (I think it was by @pandapetals) made a fic where Logan and reader were married and a students mother was flirting with Logan, which pissed reader off and she has to show the lady who has that man wrapped around her finger already. That was so YUMMY so this is the Logan-being-jealous counterpart, hope you enjoy!

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The end of the school day brought with it a familiar sense of relief and exhaustion. You loved your job, but after spending hours with a classroom full of high-energy students, you were ready to pack up and head to your room in the mansion.

The thought of your shared room and of your husband Logan waiting there brought a small smile to your face. But as you were tidying up your desk, the last few students leaving your classroom, you heard a voice call your name. Your head wiped around as you heard it. “Excuse me, Miss!” At first, you thought it was one of your students, but their voice was too deep to be a teenage boy.

You turned to see Mr. Reed, a tall, polished man with a charming smile. You recognized him immediately. He was the father of one of your more rambunctious students, Jason Reed. He seemed to live in this school, it was weird just how often you saw him around. He attended every single one of the parent evenings you hosted - only yours. And he often sought you out to have a conversation with him and his son. You didn't think too much of it, it was your job after all to answer the parents questions if they had any concerns.

You gave him a friendly wave as he approached. “Oh, hey, Mr. Reed” you greeted warmly, pausing in your steps. "Is there something you needed?

The man gave a casual shrug, slipping his hands into the pockets of his well-tailored suitjacket. “I was hoping to catch you for a moment. My son just won’t stop talking about you. Miss "the-coolest-teacher-ever’” he added with a chuckle, his blue eyes holding a distinct shimmer in them.

You laughed softly. Hearing this went down like honey. You were always happy to know that your students were enjoying your class. You were the teacher you wanted to be since you were a student yourself. The teacher that made other students feel safe, that didn't make them feel like they were pressured and had to deliver a certain level of performance to be good enough "Well, Jason is a great kid. He’s got so much energy. I can barely keep up sometimes, but I’m glad to hear he is liking my classes this far."

“Oh, absolutely. You’ve really made a difference for him” Mr. Reed said, his voice dipping into something smoother, something deeper. “He’s had a hard time adjusting to his mutation, you know. And the abilities that come with it. But since he’s been in your class, I can tell he’s a lot happier. More confident" he praised you highly, teeth bared in a dashing smile to you. “And that’s all thanks to you. I don’t know how you do it, managing a class full of kids with various mutations and powers they can't quite control yet. It’s impressive.”

You waved your hand dissmisvely at the single father, giggling bashfully. You weren't used to such direct praise from parents, not even from him. “I'm flattered, but it’s not just me" you replied modestly. “Mr. Xavier has build a great support system over the years.”

Mr. Reed clicked his tounge at your humble answer. “Don’t sell yourself short” he flashed you another grin. “You clearly have a talent with kids. Jason has made more progress in the past few months than he ever has before. I’m not sure how I could ever thank you properly.”

His tone was friendly for the time being. The conversation continued. And at first it felt completely professional, how it should be. Mr. Reed asked about Jason’s curriculum, your teaching methods and even about the schools approach to managing the students unique abilities. You were more than happy to answer all his questions, oblivious to the way he started inching closer.

“It’s just refreshing” he said, leaning casually against the wall next to you, his eyes subtly roaming your figure “to meet someone as smart, kind and beautiful as you. Jason’s lucky to have you as his teacher. The whole class is.”

The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t just being nice. He was flirting. You blinked, your polite smile faltering. “Oh, um, thank you” you replied, starting to feel a little awkward. It showed with the way you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. A sign for him that you were all shy and bashful around him. Far from that. You felt really uncomfortable.

"I’m lucky, too, really” he added, fueling the bad feeling in your gut. His eyes sweeped over you, this time less subtle, in a way that made your skin prickle, but not the good kind.

Then he decided to just go for it and ask the big question. He was impatient and wasn't in the mood to wait until you initiated something first. He had waited long enough. “Do you ever take time for yourself? Maybe let someone take you out for dinner?”

Your composure completely faltered for a second. The nerve this guy had. Didn't he see the obvious gold ring on your finger or did he purposefully decided to ignore it? You opened your mouth, trying to come up with a diplomatic way to shut this down, but you didn’t get the chance to.

“Everything alright in here?”

Logan’s gruff voice cut through the hallway like a blade, low and unmistakably annoyed. You turned to see him striding toward you, eyeing Mr. Reed like a wild animal stalking its prey. His broad shoulders were squared, his jaw set, and his dark eyes locked onto the other man with visible irritation.

You jumped as if you had just been caught cheating. “Logan” you squeaked surprised.

He huffed through his nose, his nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry bull that was riled up by the red in its vision. Well, when he had this loser of a man flirt with a goddess like you, his goddess, then he saw red. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt” Logan nearly growled, his tone anything but apologetic as he stopped next to you.

Mr. Reed blinked, clearly caught off guard. He swallowed thickly “Oh, I was just-” he tried to save the situation, or rather his own life, but Logan cut him off. “Flirtin’ with my wife?” Logan asked, arching a brow.

Mr. Reed’s face went pale as the snow falling outside the mansion, coating the gardenwith a thin layer of white. His eyes searched for your hand. They went wide as he looked at the wedding band you had been proudly wearing for six years now as if it had just appeared. “You-wait, you’re married?”

“Sure am” Logan said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against his side, securing you there. Marking his territory. His grip was warm and possessive and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

Mr. Reed stammered, his eyes darting between you and Logan in embarrassement and if you looked correctly, a little bit of fear. “I-I had no idea. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered out, laughing awkwardly in a bad attempt to play down his nervousness.

“Yeah, well, now you know,” Logan said flatly. “So maybe next time, think twice before you try to fuck someones woman" he spat, taking a step closer to Mr. Reed. You gasped softly at Logans word and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a warning look. “Logan” you muttered softly, trying to rein him in like a guard dog that was ready to pounce if its owner let him. You couldn't say that this side of him didn't turn you on immensly. But you didn’t need to get scolded by Charles for scaring off a parent.

But Logan wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “And just so we’re clear, she’s not interested. Ever” He snarled, down right barked his last word into Reeds face, who then mumbled another apology before practically fleeing down the hallway, leaving you alone with Logan.

Once he was gone, you turned to your husband with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “and that was really necessary?" you chuckled with a proud smirk. “Damn right it was” Logan replied, his hand still possessively gripping your hips, smoothing over them. “Guy needed to know who he was dealin’ with.”

You sighed, but your lips twitched into a small smile as you leaned against your broad and strong teddy bear of a husband. “You know I can handle myself, right?”

Logans lips pulled into the slightest smile as he looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing in the whole universe. “Yeah, I know” Logan muttered, his tone softening as he admired your pretty face. That pretty face he had the privilege to wake up to every morning because you were his wife. His. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let some jackass hit on you though.”

You giggled, shaking your head fondly, reaching up to cup his gruff cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”

Logan shrugged “Maybe” he said, smirking. “But you like ridiculous. Wouldn’t have married me otherwise, missy" he rumbled deep in his chest, making you smile because it was the truth. You married him for it. Married him for everything he was. “Guilty as charged" you murmured with a smile, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.

Logan’s arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, his loving smirk had returned, but his eyes were filled with something softer. Something only you got to see. Something that you wanted to see for the rest of your life just from him.

“Still don’t like sharin’,” he muttered. You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t have to.”

And as Logan laced his fingers with yours, leading you towards the mansions garden to take a relaxing stroll through the green and white landscape after this unpleasant encounter, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the man who’d fight the world to keep you by his side.

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And weirdly enough, you never saw Mr. Reed after that, not even at the parent evenings. I wonder why...

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[bright-n-daisy]

I just love you

Pairing: Logan ‘Wolverine’ Holwett x afab!reader

Summary: You are exhausted after a day of work, after a subtle gesture of love, Logan has ideas other than sleep.

Warnings: MNDI 18+, fluff, established relationship, pet names (baby, bub, darling), SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, cockwarming, tiniest bit of somnophilia (reader is fully conscious but very tired), only body descriptions include being smaller than Logan and afab reader, small nod to reader being an empath. A bad word. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: K I had this idea pop up while I was trying to take a nap lol. I haven’t written for tumblr in years and don’t expect this as a comeback. Enjoy!

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel a lull in energy around midday. Sometimes caffeine would suffice, but you could already tell that was not the remedy your body needed today.

Your last class had just finished up. It had been a rough day with students not behaving. Yes, there was a certain prestige that came with your students at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, but at the end of the day, they were still teenagers.

As you stand in your office packing up your bag, awaiting the comforting bed you know is just upstairs and across the building, you hear a familiar pair of boots thud down the hallway. With the tall figure now standing in the doorway, you feel the tension of the day ease, but the weary feeling remains.

“I know that look.” Logan says. “C’mon bub. Let’s get you upstairs.”

He waits there until you make your way over to him. Once you meet him you place a hand on his cheek and a small peck to his lips. No matter how long you two will be together, a gesture that small, that domestic, makes a faint blush appear across Logan’s cheeks. With a flick of his neck, silently guiding you out the doorway, he keeps a hand at the small of your back as he closes the door behind you.

In the confines of your shared room, you can finally feel totally relaxed. Logan waits for you on the bed as you change out of your work clothes. You opt for your favorite choice as of late; one of Logan’s t-shirts that is oversized on your frame.

You crawl your way on the bed and place yourself on Logan’s bare chest. He knows when you take a nap, it’s for you. He is here for you, at your pleasure, not that much has changed from how he normally treats you. He lays on his back as you cuddle up to his side, laying your head on his chest. You are lulled off into a sleepy haze as you run your hand across Logan’s chest and he gently plays with your hair.

Before you lose any more energy and fade off completely, you turn your head slightly and place a tender kiss to Logan’s abs.

“What was that for?” Logan asks through a soft chuckle.

“Just love you.” You all but mumble.

“Just love you too.” He whispers as he slowly pulls away from you.

A soft whimper escapes your lips from the loss of warmth, only to be replaced with his body over yours. Laying flat on your back now Logan kisses from your cheek down your neck, placing sloppy open mouthed kisses just below your jaw.

“Lo, too tired.” You utter, unable to believe those words just left your mouth.

“That’s fine baby. I’ll do all the work, okay?”

“Okay.” You confirm.

That’s all he needs to continue his work. Still sucking on your neck he takes a hold of one of your breasts slowly massaging it to get you worked up. Once he feels satisfied, he trails his mouth down your body to your core, exactly where he wants to be.

He pulls the shirt up slightly to reveal your cunt. With a small groan leaving his lips, he runs a finger between your folds. Just enough of a touch, it has you instinctively lifting your hips off the bed.

“So wet for me. So pretty.” Logan hums, keeping his eyes locked to your pussy.

“Please baby.” You sigh, waiting for more.

With a hunger needing to be satiated, Logan dives into his favorite meal. Lazily licking and sucking in all the places you need most. This isn’t how Logan would normally do this. Usually there is a fervor to his actions, he can’t wait to hear your sweet moans and will do whatever it takes to make you reach your peak. Today he chooses to simply enjoy the moment, enjoy every minute he spends between your legs, memorizing you.

There is a certain simplicity in sex that he has never been able to enjoy before. Only ever having one night stands, or quick fucks to get him off. He’s never necessarily cared for the other person. Not until he met you. Coming to the mansion changed his life in so many ways, and you were the best of all of them, it feels so easy with you.

Logan is brought back to reality by your soft moans and a passive hand coming down to grip his hair.

“Uh, close baby.” You whine.

“I know, baby. I’m here. I got ya.”

The timbre of his voice against your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You thought you’d want nothing more than some shut eye, but god were you wrong.

Logan makes his way back up towards you, still trying to catch your breath from the euphoria he caused you.

Having turned you on your side with your back tucked into his chest, he turns and whispers in your ear -

“Ready for round two?”

You simply nod your head in response.

“Words baby.” Logan commands, lightly grazing his fingers over your swollen bud.

“Yes.” You flop your head back against his shoulder.

You’re not sure when Logan lost his pants, but somehow along the way he stripped down bare. You hike your leg over to the side as he lines himself up with your entrance, giving him more room.

With a single thrust Logan is inside of you, filling you completely.

“Ugh, so tight, like you were made for me.” Logan groans into your ear before pulling out so he can thrust back into you.

“Uhh, Lo.” You moan quietly, still feeling the weight of sleepiness taking over you, however current activities are taking precedence in your mind and body.

You reach a hand up to grasp your clothed breast, squeezing to pleasure yourself further. You feel Logan’s much bigger hand land on top of yours, encouraging you while also being able to feel the love and adoration emit from him.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Logan thrusts in and out into you reaching new heights of bliss with each kiss of his tip against your cervix. Slowly you feel the tension in your lower belly start to grow, an all too familiar feeling returning. You free your hand between your breast and Logan’s hand to reach back and grab his buttock.

“Right there.” You praise Logan, wanting this feeling to last forever.

“Darlin’, you don’t know what you do to me.” He breathes out. You can feel he’s close from the way he’s twitching inside you.

“Keep going baby. Almost there.” You say. He reaches down and places a gentle hand on your clit, rubbing circles to bring you to your own orgasm.

You can feel his hot seed shoot inside of you as your legs begin to shudder from your own high. He places sloppy kisses to your neck as you reach a hand up to his hair and tug the slightest bit.

You stay like that while you both catch your breath. You tip your head back just enough to reach his lips and pull them against yours. You relish the closeness. As much as you saved Logan, you need him more than the air you breathe. Having felt like you were going through the motions before you met him.

You feel him start to pull out of you when you reach back and place your hand back on his behind.

“Wait. Can we stay like this? I wanna feel you while I sleep.” You tell him.

He grabs your hand off of his back side, wrapping his fingers with your own as he wraps his arm around your side, successfully spooning you.

“Anything for you darlin’.”

[loveanddeepdick]

Thoughts on the LADS boys not breaking eye contact as they eat out MC?

EEEK i love this 😛 sorry i took so long to respond,, ive been a bit busy 😓😓

rafayel would break eye contact the fastest, whining as you grip his hair, eyes locked onto your face, but the moment you moan his name, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. he nearly cums in his pants from the sound alone and his tongue is delving deeper into your pussy. the bed is creaking from him rutting his gently as he gets off from eating you out, and he loves your slightly salty taste. he’s not coming up for air anytime soon.

zayne would last a little longer, his eyes stoic boring into yours as his tongue flicked against your pussy. unfortunately, as much as the man is nonchalant, he’s whipped for your pussy. he can’t help it, he just needs to pull back for juuust a second, inserting his fingers to pump your pussy as compensation as he stares at how sloppy and messy you’ve gotten

sylus would genuinely last the entire round looking at you. i mean, he’s just obsessed with you. the man is patient as well, and there’s nothing he loves more than teasing you, watching your flushed cheeks as he takes in your expressions. he only breaks eye contact the moment you cum, pulling away to slowly rub at your clit, cooing as he watches you convulse

xavier would not break eye contact with you. that fucking freak would do anything and stop at nothing. as much as he loves your tits, he has peripheral vision, duh! he moans into your clit, getting off untouched from your face and the sounds of your pussy alone. he’s addicted and obsessed with you. his eyes never leave your face, watching it contort with pleasure, and his favorite part. your face when you cum. the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your glossy lips part as you moan. he spits on your messy pussy, giving you a few seconds to breathe until he dives back in again.

[boneblushed]

And, boy, you got her

synopsis Rafe’s in charge of the pledges during Rush Week. Hazing isn’t a thing. Making you feel so high school is.

wc 3.6K

a/n omgggg Euro Trip Rafe <3333 I was living on pledgetok last week and just couldn’t not write something about it

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters, surveying the crowd over his red cup, “I swear they get scrawnier every single year.”

Rafe nods gravely, taking a pull of his beer. “It’s fucking grim.”

“Like — fuck, look at those two.” Noah gestures toward the shaded veranda, a fresh coat of gloss making its balustrades shine. Huddled in one corner, attempting to take up as little space as possible, two boys donning UNC merch survey the crowd in tandem. “We weren’t that fucking scraggy as freshman, were we?”

“You two weren’t,” Kelce snorts, coming up behind them. Topper brings up his rear, mid-bite of his loaded hotdog. “Thornton definitely was though.”

“Oi!” Topper protests, his words garbled by half chewed sausage. “S’wasn’t that bad. C’mon.” He turns to Rafe then, swallowing his mouthful. “But seriously, you locked in any potentials?”

Rafe furrows his brow thoughtfully, looking back over Delta Chi’s yard. Unsurprisingly, it’s far too early to say. Though the barbecue that they’re hosting is a good way for pledges to mingle, it isn’t exactly hazing material; they’re going to have to get creative.

“Maybe,” he replies finally, shrugging. “We’ll just have to see I guess.”

He tips back his red cup again, swallowing the last dregs of beer before acquiescing. As he’s about to announce his need for a refill, a few pledges sidle up to their group, looking hopeful.

Not overtly, of course. Painstakingly hiding their eagerness behind an armour of insouciance.

“Rafe,” the tallest of the three greets, handing him another red cup. The golden liquid inside it brims to the surface, its white foam dissolving in mocking. “Hey, bro. You need another?”

Rafe raises his eyebrows, hiding a grin. “Shit. Table service already?”

The boy grins in tandem, looking a little sheepish. “Big fan, man. I’m Dylan.” He motions at the two guys on either side of him, wearing matching squints and backwards caps. “This is Rahul and Xav, we’re all here from Trinity.”

“Durham and Chapel Hill?” Noah enquires, whistling approvingly when they nod. “Fuck, we used to love having away games there. Those Trin cheerleaders…”

“Haha, shit, what was that chic’s name again?” Rafe asks then, a pull of mirth as he turns to Noah. “The one you messed around with in junior year?”

“Blake,” Noah answers, groaning in a mock-wistful sort of way. “They didn’t make ‘em like her at the Academy.”

Rafe snorts, sending the pledges a sage glance. “Nah. They made ‘em better.”

Noah raises his eyebrows, his brown eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, so we are allowed to objectify your girl then, Cameron?”

“Damn, so you’re tied down?” Xavier pipes up, his voice gravelly and low on purpose. Overtly masculine, like he’s trying hard to be red-blooded. “Your girl doesn’t mind you partying?”

Rafe frowns. “Why would she mind?”

“Uh,” Xavier balks, pulling at the bill of his backwards cap, “shit. I don’t know… like, doesn’t she get pissed that you’re constantly around sorority girls?”

“HA —” Topper laughs, and then he falters, thwarted by Rafe’s warning glower. “Uh.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s just say Cameron doesn’t give her any reasons to be suspicious.”

“Because he’s obsessed with her,” Noah adds, unperturbed by Rafe’s expression. He pauses then, an amusing idea popping into his head. “Which means…” he continues, returning Rafe’s glare with a trust me one of his own, “you guys should be too.”

Rafe doesn’t trust him. Like, at all. He sends him a bewildered look, unsure where he’s going with this. “White — what?”

Noah ignores him. He downs his beer and crushes the red cup in his hand, deftly aiming it at the nearest bag of trash. “So,” he says, eyeing the three pledges with interest. “How serious are you guys about rushing Delt?”

“Pretty serious, bro,” Rahul answers, looking to his friends for support. “Think we got a shot?”

Noah throws his arm around Rafe’s neck, his strong bicep taut as he shoots them a grin. “Depends, man, I might know how we could figure that out though.” He begins to steer Rafe away from them, sending one last, faux-somber look over his shoulder. “Be right back, yeah?”

Rafe, whose bewilderment is quickly giving way curiosity, allows himself to be marshalled out of earshot without complaints.

He shrugs Noah off of him once they’re on the verandah, his features ever-bemused as he turns toward him. “The fuck was that about?”

“Bro, I know exactly how we’re going to haze these motherfuckers,” Noah replies, his voice lilted with mirth. “You know… without breaking any rules.”

The bewildered expression on Rafe’s face doesn’t acquiesce. “Okay… how?”

“Instead of getting them to be our bitches,” he answers, a mischievous grin making home on his features. “We’re going to get them to be our girlfriends’ bitches.”

Rafe frowns. “Bro. What?”

“Cameron, it’s perfect.” He swipes Rafe’s beer from his hand and takes a generous pull. “What do frat guys hate more than being called scrawny as fuck?”

“Uh. Doing assignments?” Rafe answers blankly, still frowning. He doesn’t have it in him to think too hard about Noah’s profferance. He’s on hour two of manning this boring event, hour four since he bid you farewell, and all Rafe can bear to think about right now is the imminent taste of your peach-scented lips.

Noah shakes his head. “No, dumbass. Being called a simp.”

“Wrong,” Rafe answers, “I don’t mind that shit at all.”

“You’re the exception,” Noah replies matter-of-factly. “You and Y/N have always been the exception. C’mon, I’m talking about us,” he places his palm over his breastbone solemnly, “mere mortals.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “Fuck off. How would that even work?”

“We…” Noah pauses to think, a slightly furrow to his brow, “alright, I got it. We assign the pledges to our girlfriends, one by one. Give them a week to make a good impression — you know, carry their bags, buy them flowers, all that sentimental crap you love.”

“You really think the guys’ll agree to this?” Rafe asks, sounding reluctant. “I mean… I don’t know if I’m alright with a bunch of idiots holding doors for my girl.”

“But you’re an idiot that holds a door for your girl,” Noah answers, not missing a beat.

“Fuck off, White.”

“I’m serious. It’ll be funny. And look… if you’re worried about Y/N, I know she’ll find it adorable as fuck.”

Rafe shakes his head. “No way. She didn’t find high-school me adorable.”

Noah raises his eyebrows skeptically. “You’d be surprised, man. Besides, these guys aren’t going to be like high-school you. High-school you was a douchebag.”

“A douchebag who got the girl.”

“A douchebag who got the girl after he stopped acting like a douchebag.” Noah smirks then. “A douchebag who’d give all these fuckers a run for their money if he was pledging Delt this year.”

Rafe grins in tandem, stealing his beer back to take a big swig. “Alright, shit, alright. Harmless shit though, right? Chivalry and all that?”

“Harmless as hell,” Noah agrees. “C’mon. You really think any of these guys has the balls to make a pass at one of our girls?”

“Easy for you to say, White. You don’t fucking have a girl.”

Noah frowns. “What d’you mean? Aren’t we going halves on Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Noah,” Rafe groans, almost spitting out his mouthful of beer. “If Y/N heard the shit you said when she wasn’t around, she’d probably kill you.”

“Nah,” Noah replies, seemingly unperturbed. “She loves me.”

“Well,” Rafe says grimly, crushing his own empty cup in his head. “She might do now, but she sure as hell won’t by the end of this week.”

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The first time it happens, you’re understandably perplexed.

You’re en-route to your 9AM, bag strap denting your left shoulder, when a stranger falls into your step and swipes it from your figure. It’s a motion so quick and deft you initially think you’re getting mugged.

As you double back in bewilderment, he proffers, “you alright with this?”

“Uh.” You balk. “What?”

“Your bag,” he answers, readjusting it on his own shoulder. He seems earnest. Nervous, even. “It looked heavy. I can carry it to class for you, if you want?”

You allow a pause to take him in.

“No, I’m…” another pause, more of his demeanour on display. Backwards cap, crisp white polo shirt, smile lines exposing the ghost of a grin on his face. A familiar grin, the kind that pulls a soft, maudlin feeling from your ribcage. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me —”

“No, no,” he interrupts quickly, his eyes widening in a panic. “Shit — no, don’t tell Cameron I’m hitting on you. I’m just…”

“Wait a minute,” your eyes narrow accusatorially, because of course he’s behind this chivalrous display, “you know my boyfriend?”

The stranger grimaces sheepishly. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Explain.”

“It’s… uh… well — basically, I’m pledging Delt,” he answers haltingly, self effacement juxtaposing his frat boy exterior. “Rafe’s asked us to be all gentlemanly and shit for pledge week, I don’t know. To you guys, I mean. Like… the current frat member’s girls?”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “No he hasn’t.”

“Shit.” He looks far more nervous now that he did five minutes ago. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” you grumble, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “No he did not.”

Rafe’s on speed dial. He picks up on the first ring, the way he always does for you.

“Hey baby,” his gravelly timbre crackles through the phone, the low hum of frat house chatter audible in the background. “What’s up?”

“Don’t even. You know what’s up Rafael.”

A pause. When Rafe speaks again, his voice is quick and placating. “It was Noah’s idea.”

“Of course it was.”

“Dylan’s not playing up, is he?”

You raise your eyebrows at the stranger then, assessing him faux-suspiciously. “No way. He’s doing a better job than you ever did in high school.”

“Woah woah woah,” Rafe replies, a playful lilt to his tone. “That fucker’s not calling you dream girl or something, is he?”

“Worse. He’s being respectful of my boundaries.”

“Oh shit. I fucking knew this was a bad idea.”

You shake your head in exasperation, trying not to laugh. The poor stranger’s still standing there at attention, your leather bag looking ridiculous on his arm. “Rafe. Tell me he’s the only one.”

“He’s one…” Rafe starts slowly, sounding sheepish, “of three. Four, counting me.” In the background, you hear Noah pipe up and add, “five, Cameron. How could you forget me?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Noah White,” you shout through the phone.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Noah sings, and then he groans, no doubt shoved to the side by his indignant best friend. It’s Rafe on the phone again, voice sweet and thick as molasses as he says, “they’ll behave, baby, and make your life easier in the process. I promise.”

“What?” You accuse, fighting back a smile. “Like you did in high school?”

“Fuck no,” he replies, the grin on his face audible. “They’ll be nothing like I was, sweetheart.”

“What?” You tease. “Absolutely insufferable?”

“And absolutely in love with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “How can you be so sure?”

“They’re under strict instruction. Have a shiner waiting for them if they pull something funny.”

Another exasperated laugh bubbles out of you, and you begin walking forward again, motioning at the boy named Dylan to follow in your step. “Right. So the boundaries are on purpose, are they?”

“The respect, too. No being inappropriate and charming at the same time.”

“And why not?” You ask faux-indignantly. “What if I like being objectified?”

“Can’t have you falling in love with them, can I?”

“Hey,” you argue, frowning stubbornly. “That is not what made me fall in love with you.”

“It isn’t?”

“Well,” you balk, “not solely that.”

“You’re fucking sexy,” he recites devotedly, almost yells, and you can hear the collective groan of his frat brothers in the background. “Are you wearing those Lululemon pants right now? Point is, I’m thinking about your ass in those Lululemon pants right now.”

“Rafe, I was fucking kidding. Stop.”

“No you weren’t.” You know he’s right; you can picture that stupid smirk on his face. It makes your cheeks warm. Asshole. “You’re blushing now, aren’t you?”

“Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees. “No funny business, alright? Just lots of good deeds.”

Good deeds. You suppose you could get used to good deeds, the embarrassment of attention notwithstanding.

You let out a defeated sigh, halting in front of your 9AM class. “You so, so owe me.”

“I so, so love you,” Rafe replies, and it makes your pulse leap; you’ll never get used to this feeling. “See you later, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Love you.”

Dylan waits until you’ve ended the call before saying farewell, dutifully handing your leather bag back to you and giving you a mock salute. The way he does it, all sheepish and genuine with a charming smile on his face, makes your heart twinge in a junior year of high-school sort of way. You’re feeling sentimental. It’s sweet.

You’re reminded of Rafe before he was yours, stumbling over himself to win your favour. Confusing chivalry with courting, objectifying you in the name of flirting.

Insufferable, but sweet nonetheless. You digress.

—

The next time it happens, you’re ambushed at your favourite cafe.

A dutiful Delta Phi pledge has already queued up and purchased you coffee, handing it over to you with a blushing bouquet of tulips.

You raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. “Is that…?”

“Uh, an oat iced coffee with vanilla?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I asked Cameron for your order.”

“Didn’t ask me about pastries, though,” a voice behind you adds, rough and familiar with a sweetness around the edges. Rafe circles your waist with ease and pulls you into his chest, sponging a soft kiss to your temple before handing you a brown bag.

A glossy, Daily Bread sticker shines on its exterior proudly.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at him expectantly. “Tell me you didn’t drive back home for a single croissant.”

“I didn’t drive back home for a single croissant,” Rafe replies. He grins then, looking that same, sheepish genuine that pulls a maudlin feeling. “I drove back home for twenty.”

“Rafe. Why?”

“Because you like Daily Bread,” he replies matter-of-factly, like it’s obvious.

You shake your head in exasperation, tip-toeing up to press a quick kiss to his lips. It becomes less quick against better judgement. He tastes like spearmint gum and cold brew, the hand he has held to your waist tightening ever so slightly. Slipping under your shirt, massaging the soft skin he finds there expertly, discreetly. Too much for 8am on a Wednesday morning, sans coffee. Your face feels on fire. You pull away in a hurry.

Meanwhile, the freshman pledge balks at the exchange, looking out of place.

Rafe frowns bemusedly at your diffidence, only clocking the reason when you nod over at him.

“I’ll walk her over Ben,” he says, dismissing him. “You’re off the hook, bro.”

“Shit.” The boy named Ben grimaces; he needs to get his hours in, and doesn’t deem this a fair ambush. He scrambles for an excuse. “Right. Can I still give her the flowers?”

“Of course you can,” you beam, accepting them gratefully. You look up at Rafe then, asking, “And if I want to walk with Benjamin?”

Rafe grins down at you, disbelieving. “Do you, baby?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” you say, wriggling out of his grasp. “He got me flowers.”

Rafe falters, his eyes widening in surprise. “Sweetheart, I got you a croissant.”

“Ben got me a coffee,” you hedge. “And flowers.”

“Y/N,” he placates.

“Rafael,” you echo, unperturbed by his exasperation. You take a sip your coffee. “I’ll see you later, okay? Ben’s ticking off a good deed this morning.”

Poor Ben looks helpless, taking the brunt of Rafe’s glare as you motion for him to hold the door for you.

“C’mon Ben, we’re going to be late.”

“But…” Ben pauses, his eyes flitting to Rafe nervously. “This is fine, right?”

Rafe sighs, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in defeat. “Yeah, bro. You’re good.” He looks to you, then. “You’re unbelievable.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m wearing the Lulu leggings.”

“Oh I noticed,” Rafe replies, his blue eyes falling down your figure in slow, reverent paces. “It’s why I want to be the one holding the door for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Men only want one thing.”

Rafe grins. “Yeah. You.”

—

By the end of the week, you’re more used to the chivalry than you’re willing to admit.

You’ve enjoyed free iced lattes and filled your dorm with gorgeous bouquets, no door left unopened and no walk to class left unescorted. And really, every pledge you’ve come across has been pleasant and unassuming, albeit absolutely terrified of Rafe and therefore extra obliging on instinct.

They’ve even offered to do favours for you, got you into sought after Pilates classes and done last minute grocery runs on your behalf. It’s put you in this constant state of mild exasperation, like you can’t believe you’re worthy of this much love and chivalry.

It’s exactly the way you felt back in high-school with Rafe, and this revelation pulls lots of funny feelings from your stomach, from your chest. Feelings you’ve forgotten that are all yours and all his. Because it’s strange, having someone other than Rafe taking care of you. (Or Noah.) It’s strange because it makes you realise just how much he adored you back in the day.

These emotions come to a head at the pledge week closing bash, Delta Phi lit up with fluorescent lights in technicolour. Inebriation ensues, beer pong follows, and an impromptu DJ deck plays endless songs with heavy bass.

Rafe Cameron has you pulled close, as always, the taut muscle of his forearm pressing heat to your exposed waist. You’re a few drinks down and hyperaware of his proximity, ankles touching, thighs too, torsos close with your head resting on his shoulder.

“I think I like Dylan the best,” you announce suddenly.

“Yeah?” Rafe asks, kneading your skin absentmindedly.

You nod. “He’s sweet. Told me all about his girl back home.”

Rafe grins then, shaking his head bemusedly. “You’re such a sucker for love, sweetheart.”

“Hey!” You glare up at him faux-incensed, looking accusatory. “So are you!”

“Shhhh,” Rafe murmurs playfully. “Not so loud, you’ll fuck up my street cred.”

You scoff. “Since when do you care about street cred?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Rafe agrees easily, leaning down to draw your lips in for a kiss. He’s all patchouli and musk, beer on his tongue and unchaste intentions in his touch. When he pulls away, his lips are still an inch from yours, his voice rougher than it was a second ago, “I don’t care. Like, at fucking all.”

“Good,” Noah snorts from behind him. “‘Cause you never had any to begin with, bro.”

“There you are,” you say then, eyeing Noah over Rafe’s shoulder. There’s a mock accusatory expression on your face, softened by mirth and the alcohol on your lips. “Have you been hiding from me, White?”

Noah grins sheepishly, taking a pull of his beer. “Maybe.”

You narrow your eyes. “Tell me. When did you become worse than Rafael?”

“I didn’t become worse!” Noah insists. “He just became better. You know, after he got the girl.”

You make a face. “Smooth.”

“Hey,” Noah raises his arms in surrender, looking faux-somber, “someone’s gotta teach the next generation, don’t they? I’m committed to their education.” He raises his eyebrows then, a mischievous glint in his eye. “C’mon, don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

Rafe grins. “She totally fucking loved it.”

You aim a glare at the pair of them, failing miserably at hiding your amusement. “So maybe I didn’t mind it. Sue me.”

“Of course you loved it,” Noah says, throwing his arm around you and pulling you into his side. “You love Cameron, don’t you?”

You narrow your eyes. “Opinions vary.”

“You love me?” Noah tries.

“You fucking wish.”

“Everyone fucking wishes,” Rafe says then, throwing his arm around you too, your figure wedged between the pair of them. Frat boy sandwich, you think tiredly. If high-school you could see you now, you’re pretty sure she’d have an aneurysm. “Especially when you’re in Lululemon.”

“Rafe.”

“I’m kidding. Not really. They all love you, you know that, yeah?”

You look up at him questioningly. “The pledges?”

“Uh huh,” Rafe replies, raising his eyebrows at you. “This is what I was afraid of, you know.”

“What?” You ask, lifting yours in tandem.

“Everyone falling in love with you, like I did in high school.”

You scrunch up your nose at him, your cheeks warming in diffidence. “No one’s fallen in love with me, don’t be silly.”

“I have,” Noah pipes up unhelpfully.

“Shut up, Noah. I saw you talking to Georgia just before.”

Noah grins, pulling away and offering you a mock salute. “Guilty as charged.” He turns to survey the crowd, spotting her figure on the fairy-light lit porch. “Speaking of…”

And he’s gone before you’re able to tease him any further, leaving Rafe to guide you out of his side and into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, his hands exerting a warm, steady pressure into the curve of your waist.

“As I was saying,” you continue, frowning up at him playfully. “No one’s fallen in love with me.”

Rafe’s unconvinced. His gaze skates down your figure again, a tortured groan falling from his throat. “Have you seen you, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, face hot and self conscious. “And even if they have,” you add, “it doesn’t matter.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows. “It doesn’t?”

“No way. Because I’m in love with you, not any of them.”

Rafe grins then, a devastatingly handsome look on his face. “I’ll never get used to hearing that.”

“I’ll never get used to saying it.”

[missaengg]

Xavier is an Insatiable, Little Freak

Day 24 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Love and Deepspace | Xavier x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, deepthroating, rough oral sex, face-fucking, fucking, p in v sex, creampie, Xavier is a freak Prompts: Deepthroating | “I can't stand a second more of not being inside you.” A/N: Ahhh... and I've finally caught up to Day 24 T.T ... minus a few days I skipped... ao3 link here.

Xavier needs to have his dick inside of you. Constantly. Doesn’t matter where as long as his cock is buried in you.

Your mouth. Your hands. Your thighs. Your breasts. Your sweet cunt.  Anywhere his dick can fit.

He just has to feel you wrapped around him.

He’s an insatiable, little freak.

It doesn’t matter if you’re going to sleep. Or cooking in the kitchen. Or taking a shower after a long, brutal day of fighting wanderers.

He needs to feel you.

And when he does feel your delicious warmth around his pulsing, trembling cock, he can’t help, but shower you with wave after wave of his scorching cum.

On the couch. On the bed. On the kitchen counters. On the floor. On the balcony. Against the mirror. Against the window. 

It doesn’t matter where as long as he gets to be inside of you.

You’re playing video games on the couch when he suddenly sticks his dripping cock into your wet mouth, curling his fingers into your hair, pumping into you with the desperation of a man deprived, getting off on hearing you choke and mewl and drool as his cock mercilessly bullies you, his fat tip slamming into your soft palate, refusing to stop until he’s painted the back of your throat white. 

Even as you push against his thighs. Even as you hit him with your fists. Even as you sputter and whine and gag.

It just excites him more.

And if you’re out in public, if you even brush against him, he’ll achingly groan, his eyes fluttering shut, a pained expression clouding his cherubic, chiseled face, and he’ll say… 

“I can’t stand a second more of not being inside you.”

Then he’s pushing you into a changing room, a closet, a bathroom, anywhere that has a shred of privacy before he’s bending you over, thrusting urgently into you without a single care for decency like this is the last time he’ll get to taste you, to feel your weeping pussy sucking in his needy, thick cock, and he won’t stop until he’s stuffed you full with his cum.

And he’s wearing a shit-eating grin from the mere knowledge his cum is pooling in your underwear while everyone you talk to is unaware of how lewdly you were crying out his name just moments before.

It doesn’t matter how many times he’s had you. 

Once. Twice. Thrice.

The record for one day is eight.

He’ll go all day if you let him.

And Xavier knows you’ll let him.

Because you’re an insatiable, little freak too.

[jinwoosungs]

05/21/25; 12:10am

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ you get severely injured ]

warnings: blood mention.

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

it all happened so fast-

one second, you were simply following sylus from close behind, readying your weapon as you shot at the wanderers that lunged at you.

and the next, there was a sharp pain felt going down your spine and the sensation of blood staining your uniform. it was enough to take your very breath away as you fell to your knees with sylus shouting your name.

the last thing you remember was falling-

being surrounded by his powerful embrace as you succumbed to a dreamless slumber-

one that sylus was terrified of you not waking up from.

so with your unconscious body held tightly within his embrace, sylus barks orders at luke and kieran, telling them to finish off the job with mephisto acting as their eyes.

with you in this state, there was no way the onychinus leader could focus on the mission at hand, let alone steady his gun to even aim properly at the hoard of enemies.

however, due to how he was fueled by rage, he manages to use his evol to disintegrate the wanderer that had attacked you from behind, dealing his revenge while leaving the area with you still in his embrace.

{ … }

your body felt sore, seeming to ache all over when your eyes fluttered open. as your eyes adjust to the intimate lighting of the room, you were dimly aware of a record player playing some soothing music.

was that clair de lune?

you had most likely survived that attack and had been taken to sylus’s main base of operations. sitting up in bed, you gingerly touch at the bandages wrapped on your side (a clear sign that someone had cleaned and cared for your wound).

“you’re finally awake.” you startle slightly at the sound of his voice, his footsteps echoing throughout the room as sylus enters with a tray of food in hand. his expression was unreadable, yet you could see the hint of worry within his crimson gaze.

setting the food off to the side, you felt sylus’s added weight on the bed while he gently lifts you up. his hands kept trembling as they wrapped around your form, unable to hide just how shaken up he was when you lost consciousness.

“how long was i out for?” your voice was hoarse from who knows how long from disuse, with sylus shaking his head while letting out a bitter laugh.

“roughly a week, which is still far too long for my liking.”

you were ready to apologize for making him worry-

for not seeing the enemy in time-

yet when you open your mouth, sylus suddenly surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. no words needed to be spoken when you opened up to him, allowing your lover to explore your taste as he wraps his powerful arms around your body-

and when you manage to embrace him as well, you gave his back a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that you were still alive and would never leave his side.

your mission had gone awry, with you sustaining multiple injuries as you could feel your blood staining at your clothes.

for some odd reason, even as you felt the life draining out of you, you had a compulsion to see zayne again. your feet makes its steady trek toward akso hospital, drawing in the public’s concern as they surrounded you in the lobby.

“what happened?!”

“quick, get a doctor!”

even with all the barrage of voices, you kept repeating a single name over and over again-

zayne zayne zayne zayne-

as if in tune to your cries of his name, you saw a familiar figure dressed in white, his eyes filled with fear as you managed to smile up at him.

finally, zayne…

knowing that you were safe now, you fell to the ground as the cardiac surgeon breaks your fall. he holds you tightly against his chest, calling out so many orders that his throat began to hurt. without wasting another second, zayne takes you into the emergency room, ready to save you at any cost.

{ … }

the first thing that rouses you from your slumber was the incessant beeping of some machine-

the second was the uncomfortably bright lights that were felt burning at your eyelids, making you wince as you moved, only to feel something restraining you.

yet your slight moans and movements did not go unnoticed.

immediately, someone was heard stepping closer to you, hands gently holding yours as a soft voice speaks to you, “no sudden movements, you’re hooked up to an iv right now.”

finally, your eyes manage to flutter open, meeting zayne’s tired eyes and concerned gaze. something akin to relief was seen in his expression as he gently frames at your face with his two hands.

“you finally opened your eyes.” his tone was tinged with reverence as he takes a hold of your hand to press a kiss against the back of it.

despite how dry your throat felt, you managed to tell him, “i’m happy… i got to see you again.” zayne was trembling now, pressing several kisses on your knuckles while you continue to speak, “even when i felt like i was close to dying, all i could think of was seeing you again.”

words could no longer be spoken when zayne manages to capture your lips in a kiss that conveyed how much you meant to him. he delves his fingers into your hair, not once moving away from you as he deepens the kiss-

making you wonder if zayne was actually crying when you tasted what felt like the saltiness of his tears against your lips.

it was supposed to be a normal mission, one that you and xavier had experienced a million of times in the past. yet because of the high influx of wanderers in the area, everything became a blur.

you had taken out a group of wanderers, ready to call out to xavier when the sight of the beast lifting its claw, ready to strike his back makes you act on instinct. shielding xavier from the attack, you felt its claws pierce through the front of your uniform while managing to fire a single shot to its head.

as a sharp, throbbing pain was felt burning across your chest, you were aware of someone screaming your name. blood rushes to your ears, making it more difficult to hear when you fell to the ground-

only to be caught by a pair of comforting arms.

“i refuse to let it end, not like this!”

those were the last words that you heard before falling into an endless abyss.

{ … }

you awaken with a start, recognizing that you were currently in an infirmary at the association. you attempt to sit up, yet felt an intense ache that forces you back down on the bed.

“you shouldn’t have done that.” a low voice heard coming to your left breaks you out of your reveries, and your gaze lands on xavier. he was settled in a chair close to your bed, dark blue eyes appearing solemn, no longer having its usual tranquil, true blue hue.

“i’m sorry, but i didn’t want to see you get hurt-“

“and you figured that i would want to see you get hurt instead?!”

you were taken aback by how fervent his voice became, watching with wide eyes when he shoves aside his seat before coming closer to you. when he frames at your face, you could feel how his hands were trembling so much that they could barely keep still.

without another word, xavier captures your lips in a searing kiss. he moves against you with a desperation, telling you through his actions that he was terrified of losing you. and when you manage to kiss him back, you lift up a hand to delve into his hair, pulling him closer to you as you made an oath to get stronger so that you’ll never have to see the pain in xavier’s eyes ever again.

it was a deep cut on the back of your legs that rendered you unable to walk after a particularly grueling mission. in your throes of pain, you were immediately transferred to a hospital to get your wound treated.

admittedly, you had suffered through worse during past missions, yet your boyfriend of 3 years had other thoughts.

when he realized that you had gotten severely hurt, rafayel wasted no time heading to the hospital you were staying at. his expressive eyes were filled with tears as he remained glued to your side.

“l-listen, if this is to get back at me for pretending to not recognize you when i was a patient, then you’ve already got your revenge!” rafayel playfully whines to you, pressing the side of your face with a plethora of kisses, “don’t ever hurt yourself like that ever again!”

you spent a good amount of time comforting rafayel with your own kisses, reassuring him that you had no intentions of getting back at him for anything and that this was just an accident. yet still, you had to admit that it was quite cute to see rafayel clinging to you like a lost puppy.

it was also nice to see rafayel caring for you as well, even going as far as peeling an apple for you before cutting them into bite-sized pieces, feeding you with a playful smile on his face.

when night had fallen, rafayel manages to convince the medical staff to let him stay overnight with you. and despite how exasperated you felt with his antics, you were actually glad that rafayel was able to stay with you.

as he sleeps while resting his head on your bed, you smile and gently thread your fingers through his hair, rousing him from his slumber. he opens his hazy eyes, meeting your gaze while sleepily calling your name, “nnn, what is it, princess?”

remaining silent, you inch closer to him, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss as he responds eagerly to you. not allowing you to pull away, rafayel ends up deepening the kiss, conveying just how much you meant to him as he kept his lips locked with yours beneath the moonlight.

the rain manages to cover the stench of your blood, with you sustaining a wound on your left side. it was a surprise attack made by a wanderer, and you weren’t sure if you were going to make it.

with unsteady steps, you walk out of the alleyway, taking out your phone from your pockets as you called a single person. he picks up not even two rings later, his cheerful voice calling out your nickname-

yet all you could manage was cough up something bitter and metallic from your mouth.

“caleb…” you wheeze into your phone, coughing even more as your chest clenched in pain. “i’m so sorry… something went wrong with the mission, it hurts… so much-“

“stay on the line! where are you?!”

you detect the desperation in his voice, yet only smiled, “i love you, and i’m so sorry. so so so sorry.”

a sharp cry of your name was the last thing that you heard as you fell over face first in the rain covered street and dropped your phone, completely unaware of how the device was flashing as bold letters that spelled out TRACKING was seen across its screen.

{ … }

you wake up with a start, believing that you were still dreaming when you recognized the scent of caleb’s cologne surrounds you.

there was no way that you were still alive-

that you were actually within the safety of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend-

and there was certainly no way in hell that your boyfriend was glaring down at you at this very minute.

“i’m not dead?” your voice was hoarse, yet when you asked that question, a flash of annoyance was seen across caleb’s face.

“as if i’d ever let you die.” the colonel admits with a scoff, sitting next to you on the bed as he wipes the sweat from your brow. from his expression, it was clear that caleb was still shaken up from your near-death experience.

“what happened…?”

with his eyes flashing with pain, he shakily takes a hold of your hand while keeping it close to his lips, “i… i found you after tracking your phone. when i heard you collapse in the rain, my heart genuinely stopped. i was running on autopilot, rushing to you as i called someone- anyone to come and save you.”

he closes his eyes, taking a moment to breathe as you began putting the pieces together. “you called zayne?”

“he was the only one i could trust with saving your life.” caleb’s eyes were burning now as they met with your own, and you felt him press another lingering kiss against your hand. “and it was a good thing that he came at the right time. i didn’t know what i would do if he didn’t save you in time.”

as caleb thought about how much he owed zayne, he was broken out of his thoughts when you pulled him closer. “when i was out there, bleeding out-“

“don’t.” caleb sharply hisses in response, not wishing to relive the moment he thought he’d actually lost you, yet still, you continued.

“caleb, when i believed that i was about to die, all i could think about was you. i knew that as long as i heard your voice again, then i’d be okay-“

caleb doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence, the thought of losing you sending his mind into a frenzy as he crashes his lips into yours. he swallows the rest of your words and soft moans, tongue delving into your mouth as he tasted you, kissing you as if tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed while tightening his grip around you, swearing to never let you go for as long as he lives.

end notes: the new main story update got me feeling all type of ways, and i had to write a new story based on how everything made me feel 😭 currently unedited, but i’ll make any necessary changes once this is posted ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[sleep-0-deprived]

I literally am lovinggg your stories! Especially the yandere ones omg. I usually hate the yandere trope but yours is just so yummy. What about a yandere Logan, him being jealous over his “best friend” hanging around Scott a little too much🎀

Ambrosia (Yandere Logan x male reader) ~! ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

WC:. 2.5k

Tags: jealous sex, gay sex, slight praising, Yandere themes dark content and gaslighting ect! Blow jobs (reader receiving) pet names, biting, mating press, Logan is a lil mean but with good intentions, anal creampies, little bit of cum eating, slight feminization, Logan obsessing over your scent, dirty talk(referring to readers hole as a cunt) <33

A/N o’m gosh! I love your page it’s designed so cute and I’m obsessed with your writing, specially Logan! I always see you in my notifs and I appreciate you’re likes sm ,I never see enough male reader posts on this man and I’m goin feral over here~ ໒꒰ྀི˃ ⤙ ˂ ꒱ྀིა

It was no surprise to anyone in the x mansion that you always cling to a man like Logan, you were anywhere he was, or the other way around and some people being storm and Scott always tried to warn you how unhealthy it was for the two of you but gosh if you weren’t just a naive man.

Logan would just murmur out “they don’t know a thing doll” while his hands massage your thighs keeping you to himself all hours of the night in his bedroom and that was just fine by you after all this was normal friend behavior right?….he just cares a lot is it!

In the current weeks though, Dr. Xavier had put you on more missions with Scott and occasionally Jean, and Logan was dead set that professor X was against him thinking he was trying to pry you away from him that they were trying to steal you away. Logan would be damned if any of them got to have you, after a long day with Scott you and Jean coming back from a mission you were approached by Logan. “Can you stay with me?…I’m having nightmares again and I really don’t wanna be alone..”

His head drained down to your neck looking over at Scott with narrowed eyes as he spoke in a gruff and mighty convincing tone to you having you all wrapped around his pretty claws practically humming you and massaging your crotch through your jeans getting you to his bedroom leaving a pissed off Scott looking right at you “he never listens to me dammit! I told him he needed to start getting more independence from Logan!” He yelled over at Jean in a hushed whisper

“we can’t make him learn, they are both as codependent as eachother and in a unstable way they are like the perfect storm” Jean just shook her head and turned on her heels heading down her own hallway to her room leaving Scott taking one last glance at Logan’s bedroom door shutting behind the two of you before he himself just headed off to his own room.

“Why are you spendin s’much time with Scott these day…? Do you not like being around me anymore angel?” He’d coo to you his hand reaching between your thighs gripping your cock kissing the back of your neck making you shiver. “Mh—no it’s not that Logan- never”

you’d just whine as he undoes your belt pushing you back down onto his best and slipping his thumbs under your waits band getting your boxers off you. “Of course you wouldn’t would you doll? You’re just a sweet boy” he murmurs gently stroking your inner thighs with your uniform shirt skin tight with the leather hugging each and every plump curve of you w/s waist.

“Yeah I promise Lo, I promise—“ you can’t help but for him like a puppy chasing its owner with your cock leaking a slick mess against the black leather of your shirt driving you insane feeling torn rim rubbing all against his bed sheets, “I know you mean well darlin, think you deserve a reward?”

He lets one of his claws break the skin on his knuckle and traced up your red cockhead. His face dipping clutching at your thighs with a sense of infatuation looking up at you like some god with his chocolate eyes never leaving yours when he pressed a wet kiss against your tip removing his hand off your thigh and holding it still taking one big lick up the side of it.

“Take me more, just a little more Logan, c’mon” you instinctively buck your hips on the bed arching your back just wanting to grip his head and make him deep through you, your brows inching together and the zipper of your shirt feeling to tight with your heated circumstances leaving you unzipping and stripping for him.

“Goddamn angel! you’re like sugar on my tongue doll” suddenly you were his ambrosia, he picked up his pace and took your cock fully into his mouth deepthroating letting his tongue slip licking at your balls while you sit on the edge of the bed reaching your hand down gripping his hair tightly while me massages your thighs with his claws poking out of him like some feral dog breathing in your scent nuzzling his face into your groin making you feel his shaggy beard.

“Lo, I’m getting there- oh fck~!” Your back arches instinctively leaving your pecs pressed upwards to the trailing having rapidly as a sweat line builds up on the arch of your back. “That’s it, just let go for me I’ve got you baby”

his hands gentle up on your thighs feeling your cock start to twitch on his tongue like it was doing laps desperate to explode feeling and rating your bitter ropes shooting him in the throat while he just reaches his work worn hand down to your balls cupping them making sure he milks you good when he looks up at you.

The sensation overwhelming you losing torn grip on his head feeling your cock fall flat when his mouth leaves you bare again, “shh, you did so great angel, so fucki’n perfect it’s pitiful” Logan grumbles and gets up off his knees gripping you up softly by his standards holding York hips letting his claws leave red marks as he slides you up further on the bed with his signature smirk showing off his pretty canines.

“Need you right now Lo….i need you so bad” a broken whisper floods your mouth looking up with a pout presented on your lips when his hand reached around his neck pulling off his war tags, undoing them and reaching down putting them over your head “here, I wanna see you clutching those while I stretch that cunt out” he murmurs right in your ear and leaves you no time to think.

His hands spreading or cheeks apart spitting right in your rim watching it wink at him “you’re all wet like a sopping pussy aint’cha angel” his thumb rubbing your rim pushing it in open making you squirm but his other hand holds your hips down into the bed leaving you a mess with your cock getting hard again and weeping lonesomely between your thighs “add another” you spoke unsatisfied ranting meow already after the sensation of something inside you felt good

“Of course doll, wanna please this greedy hole” his thumb gets replaced with his index finger going in knuckle deep and curling up before he adds a second finger and scissors you with his eyes sole set on your face. “Is this better than Scot? You let all guys get their fingers inside this lil cunt?” His breath halts crossing the line of pure and utter infatuation feeling his cum flavored breath against your rim kissing it as he fingers you.

“Course not Lo! Only let you stretch and touch this..only you” your back arching holding the bed sheets feeling his fingers curling deep enough to leave you breathless when his finger pads rub that bundle of nerves, “I think you’re ready for the real thing, think you’re ready sweetheart?” His voice softens up a little seeing that fragile line of weakness you were tight lining when you laid out and splayed out for him like some pretty doll— no, His pretty doll.

“Yeah, I’m all ready I’m ready Logan” your words slur out drunk off of arousal with a pearly bead of precum rolling down your shaft looking up at Logan biding back your own tears not wanting to wake anyone else in the X-mansion when his fingers slide out of your puckered rim and his other hand slips to your hip grabbing them and pulling you backwards to him.

“It’s gonna hurt for a bit, promise I’ll go as slow as you want it baby boy..” his hands grip his belt buckle and unbuckles it pulling down his pants and throwing them somewhere in his room leaving you batting your lashes at the large bulge in his jeans protruding begging to come out as you try to calm down clutching the name tags around your neck.

“Fuck Lo- c’mon please” your voice whispering his name out like it’s your only prayer trying to get his boxers down with his thighs before he pulls them down leaving his cock standing eager and tall against his stomach with a prominent vein going up the curved side nearly having your mouth water when he spreads your thighs apart opening you up and holding your legs to the mattress letting his cock nudge and nuzzle between your cheeks while he looks down at you clutching his Wolverine tags.

“Just stay nice and quiet, don’t want Jean to hear you moaning…not yet alt least” he hums starting to nudge his tip inside past the gummy rim of muscles watching how it stretches, how the light in your eyes go glossy, how your pupils go wide like a cat when he stretches you—he’s already about to come just from that stupid little look on your face, oh the things you do to him.

His head droops down like a hound shoving his face in your crook holding you down to the mattress with your thighs gripped and wide apart slowly bottoming out into you “dammit doll, it’s like she’s purrin, does this little cunt like getting stretched?”

He groans biting your Adam apple pinching the skin between his canines stripping you of little gasps while he stays mounted on you leaving your cock sandwiched between his hair covered abdomen while the head board creaks when he pulls out a little and shallowly slams back inside you making your hole go wide burning from the sensation leaving your hands shaking clutching onto his tags hanging on your neck like they were prayer beads.

“Right there Lo, c’mon little more oh!” Your jaw slacking up under him going wide eyed when his cock drags along your inner walls pulling nearly all the way out to his tip and shoving back inside leaving you out of breath. “Shh, stay quiet baby doll, doin so good so far- don’t wanna have Scott seeing you like this”

his voice comes out like a choked growl letting his claws come out a little again shredding his own bed sheets while he buried his face further into your neck nibbling and sucking on the bite marks taking in deep whiffs of your scent making you swear his cock was pulsing every time he took a breath in,

“Smells so good baby, such a sweet doll” his hips start circling around and shoving forwards between your thighs letting his spit make for lube with your cock stuck against your belly button covered in Logan’s saliva while you reach your free hand to the back of his hair letting his beard leave red marks on your s/c skin.

“Lo-gan t’much, can’t take it Lo” your voice strangely from your lips letting your eyes gloss over and roll back when his cock head presses bullying your prostate making your rim feel like fire around his cock when he stretches you over and over bordering a painful pleasure. “Don’t say that angel, my pretty boy can take it all can’t he?” His voice speaks pressing sloppy wet kisses against your neck watching your face and how your fingers trembled to clutch his tags.

“I’m tryin Lo, I really am~!” You squeak your feeling your thighs go numb from being gripped tight and shoved to the bed not feeling his thrusts let up once. Logan’s hips start to stutter a little leaving you feeling his cock piercing you and keeping you spread as he slips his hands further up your legs moving from your inner thighs moving under your knees and shoving them to your chest allowing him to reach a deeper angle inside you.

“I know you’re tryin, doing so fucking well, just lay there and spread wide f’or me darlin” he grunts letting you feel how rigid his breath is dampening his beard with his drool licking up your neck mounting you hard leaving you beneath him feeling his body weight with a small huff removing one hand off your legs keeping his left hand under your knees holding them to your chest before he reaches around and gives your cock a firm grasp at the base making you arch.

“Oh~ I’m close Lo- I’m— gon’Ah” your voice cracks in half breaking into shards when your glossy eyes finally spill over with tears of pleasure leaving your ears ringing clamping and twitching around his cock feeling your base shudder under the rough hand cumming all over your own thighs and chest laying fucked out “look at’cha squirting all over yourself angel”

he heaves making your feel every buck and jerk of his hips with his mouth slipping upwards biting at your bottom lobe fucking you into the headboard.“Where do you want it sweetheart? Want it in your tummy or that pretty little mouth of yours hm?..or maybe all over them pouty lips” Logan whispers in your ear leaving his hot breath cooling the drool on your neck making it harder to speak just letting go of his hair trying to point at your belly trying to urge him inside.

“Nuh-uh baby doll, good boys use their words don’t they” he mocks you a little letting go of your softening cock to grip your hip with one hand and holding your right knee up to your chest letting your other leg hoop around his hip and bring him closer. “I wan’it inside me Lo- please inside”

you plead over and over going breathless when you finally feel the pudgy cock head pulling against your prostate letting you know what came next, white streams spewing all through your body making your feel like a little furnace under him while his grip loosens and his muscles tense up holding you steady looking up at you kissing away the tears on your cheeks growing more and more insane over you, enjoying how your skin held its afterglow and how your curves felt beneath him.

“There, there baby, don’t cry, lemme hold you…not letting you go [name] I’m never gonna” your heart skipped at those words never understanding he really meant them, only thinking he was trying to be all sweet to you when his hands leave your body letting his claws pull out of the mattress they were buried in as he crawls from between your thighs pulling out nice and slow with a slick pop.

“Logan” you wanted to tell him you needed more and you really would’ve if the feeling of his chin on your shoulder blade and the arm snaking around your waist from behind didn’t shut you up. “I know sweetheart” the only words that left his lips as he pressed a kiss to Your sensitive skin leaving the air field with a mutual understanding lingering in the air while he holds a you like he’s about to have you ripped away, his embrace tight and firm but holding a world of comfort to your used up body.

[arsheyee]

New smut: LADS!!! Waking MC up with an oral

Hi long time no see…. Currently I am working on my book! It is going to be a supernatural crime thriller. This is my first Love and Deep space at writing because I am obsessed with the game…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕

The title is inspired by one of my fantasies (🥲 nights are lonely)

NOTE!!! ‼️ Everything written is consensual between both parties and has been discussed before or it has happened before. ‼️

Warnings ⚠️: mxf, slight somnophilia (totally consensual and discussions are had prior because we stan CONSENT), wet dreams, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, Cunnilingus… (lol I forgot at this point**)

Synopsis: You have slept over with your boyfriend for the first time and he noticed you sprawled in his bed. You whined in your sleep like you are having a wet dream and he decides to have some fun with that…

Parings!: Xavier X FMC!, Zayne X FMC!, Raphael X FMC!, Sylus X FMC!, Caleb X FMC!

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Xavier:

It was just one of those mornings when Xavier woke up before you. Usually you had to drag him out of bed just to get him even ready for the day. This moment was rare for him to get to see you sleeping peaceful with the sun hitting the right spots on your face making you look ethereal. He was supposed to go off and make breakfast but this morning he woke up hungry for something else. Your pussy. He rolled over to see you laying there in the bed naked from the previous night and he couldn't resist it. He let sloppy kisses down your body and lifted one leg over his shoulder and began eating you out, not bothering to tease you while you slept since you were asleep but he smiled finding you already wet for him. You squirmed in your sleep at the foreign feeling of his tongue but remained asleep while Xavier began rubbing circles on your clit and dragging his tongue down your wet slit. His tongue probed your well fucked hole as he tasted the condom he used from last night mixed with your juices.

“Shit my bunny is already clenching around my tongue." He chuckled placing two fingers inside of you and pumping quickly pressing down gently on your stomach with his other hand as he sucked and bit on your clit.

“Xavi," You whined out in a sleep-like state, he loved that you were crying out his name in your sleep but he wanted you awake so that you could see him doing this to you.

Your body began to realise what was happening before your mind did and you stirred awake moaning out as you felt Xavier eating you out. You looked down and locked eyes with him, he gave you a cocky yet innocent smile before returning to his rough and fast pace with his fingers, pulling out and replacing them with his tongue to switch things.

"Fuck Xavi!" You cried your hands resting in his sliver hair as you pulled him closer to you, you knew your orgasm was coming before your stomach was tightening and every time he replaced his fingers your body would shake from the lack of contact you were getting where you needed him most.

"Don't stop, I'm so close." You whimpered as he added his fingers once again, that's all he needed to hear from you and he reached up kissing you roughly as he continued his assault on your core with his fingers, moving so fast all you could do was let out small whines and whimpers.

"Cum for me, cum all over my fingers be a good girl." He urged you on reaching down with his other hand and rubbing your clit in small circles still staring into your eyes.

“Cum, right now." You locked eyes as you let your orgasm explode inside of you crying out his name as he continued to stare. Your orgasm was so intense that your mouth hanged open in an ‘O’ shape yet nothing came out. Not a sound.

"Tasty my good bunny," He chuckled pulling out and letting you clean off his fingers innocently like he was eating pie.

(I think we all know from lists of “special” events what his favourite part of us is heh 😏)

Zayne:

Zayne was the type of man to shower you with gifts and lots of affection but he was very reserved and cold like his evol. When it came to intimacy and valued precision over speed and liked to keep the PDA to a minimum. But there were days when he couldn’t control himself (refer to the night of secrecy~) and wanted you. But today was not that day. Today he wanted to do something extra special as it was your birthday. Everyone gives gifts but you had talked about a fantasy you had about being woken up on a special day with an oral. He'd never done because he was worried you wouldn't like it (and more about the fact Zayne was well being Zayne) but since it was your birthday he decided to try it.

Sliding off your panties and going down to your core he started slowly began to kiss from your thighs to your core, sucking on your clit and observed every movement as your body reacted to him. You were already wet which made his work easier. He took his time (precision over speed… as he is a surgeon…😶) with you until he had enough of you not being awake and decided to be a little rougher, sucking harshly on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you pumping and hitting your hilt without a problem. You squirm around still dreaming about getting eaten out but it felt too real. A little too real.

Your eyes shot open as you felt the all-too-familiar feeling in your stomach, you were close but it surprised you to wake up and find Zayne between your legs. Your eyes widen at the sight and he still hadn’t noticed you were awake. You were shocked and surprised to what had gotten over him because a stoic man like Zayne wouldn’t do this without a reason.

"Fuck you taste so good." He growled to himself about you and you let out a whimper as he began eating you out, as soon as you felt yourself getting closer you wanted to let him know you were awake.

“Zayne I'm close." You whined out and his eyes shot up finally meeting yours. He bit your clit in response making you squeal loudly.

Cum then honey," He hummed to you the vibrations sending you over the edge and you came around his tongue and fingers, crying out his name as your body shook.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart." He whispered coming up to your face and kissing you lovingly.

So that’s what this “gift” was about you smiled to yourself thinking

(You all can’t argue that Zayne is so much like LanZhan from MDZS)

Raphael:

Raphael laid awake in the bed beside you as you slept soundly, he'd gotten back from his art tour and he was jetlagged to the max unable to sleep and getting annoyed when he couldn't fall asleep beside you as easily as you had with him.

He'd tried to jerk himself off trying to calm “little Raphael” but all that did was make him hornier. It didn’t help that you were sleeping beside him in his favourite blush pink slip dress. The strap was thin and the neckline is a V-shape with a small bow detail at the center. The dress has a fitted bodice and flows into a slightly A-line skirt. The trim along the neckline. It made it worse because of your messy sleeping habits making the dress ride up , as you shift your cushion to show those cute matching dark pink panties , drooling on the satin pillows. He licked his lips as he admired your body and the way it looked. He'd done this plenty of times before woken you up by giving you oral and he was glad he was going to do it again he sunk down to your core and began licking you with small licks watching to see how your body would react to it and once you moaned in your sleep he smirked.

“Raph." You moaned out in your sleep but he knew you weren't awake, you were in the state of being half and half awake to understand what was really happening and what was in your dream so he took this chance to dive into your pussy, his tongue circled at your entrance and he looked up at you eating you out and chuckling whenever your eyes would flicker.

You're getting close huh baby? I can feel you clenching around my tongue, so needy." He whispered before returning to sniff your core enjoying the musky scent and repeating what he had been doing for the last three minutes.

Your body began to shake as you woke up and you bite your lip seeing Raphael between your thighs smiling up at you once you'd noticed him. You run your hand his purple locks tangling them in the gaps of your fingers, enjoying the slimy feeling of them and the sweat that was started to form on his scalp.

"Just like that. Oh my! Eat me more Raph!" You mewl your back arching away from the mattress as your orgasm grew closer and closer to your climax.

He teased rubbing you in circles as you whimpered out his name nodding your head to what he was saying, you were desperate to cum for him. He was hungry to taste your essence too. He runs his tongue roughly over the slit slowly savouring the flavour of your cunt.

“Come on baby give your cum I am starved…” he whispered hungrily continuing to feast on your pussy like it was his last meal.

G-G-Gonna cum," You stuttered out looking down at him as you knew how much he loved to watch you cum, his fingers didn't stop for a second he continued to pump your hole and suck your clit as quickly as he could and you came around his fingers and on his tongue crying out his name. Your whole body was spasming as you came around his tongue and fingers, coming down from your high and staring at him dazed from your orgasm.

“Fuck Raph, honey, what's gotten you so-" You were cut off by him kissing you roughly and lining himself up at on pussy, he pulled away and hissed as he pushed himself inside of you.

"Please I missed you baby” He cried out as he began thrusting into you roughly not giving you a second to adjust to his size or movements.

(Raphael is such a sub boy… don’t debate with me about this)

Sylus:

As the leader of Onychinus, Sylus, ~(I can’t spell ignore if wrong 😭)~ he had to go around to “take care” of the chaos that occurred in the city. It wasn’t unusual that he was gone for days and you were in the care of the twins. But he decided to come home early to surprise you, taking an earlier flight home so he could come home and surprise you but when he walked through the house and found you still asleep.

He was shocked, because normally you were the first one awake whenever he was home but he found you snuggled up in bed in nothing but one of his slick robes and a blanket.

He smirked to himself as soon as he saw you, dropping his bag on the floor he made his way over to you slowly taking the sheet off your body and biting on his lip, it had been too long since he'd seen you this way and he'd missed you a lot.

He ran his hand up your send and watched as your body automatically responded to his touch, you whined in your sleep turning over so you were on your back and Sylus couldn't resist the urge anymore thinking it would add to the surprise of him being home early.

“Fuck." He groaned sliding your panties off without you waking up, since you were a heavy sleeper so he knew that you won’t awake just yet. He ran one finger over your folds and smirked knowing you must have been having a good dream because you were soaking.

“Damn kitten." He cooed laying down on the bed in front of your core, he lifted your legs up over his shoulders and began leaving small teasing kisses along your inner side of your thighs until he got to your pussy. He licked his lips sniffing the scent of your cunt. He couldn’t wait to dive in to eat you out.

“Hmm?" Sylus looked up thinking you'd woken up already but you were just moaning and squirming in your sleep. Whatever he was doing to you in the real world was having some kind of effect in dreamland for you. He took one lick before looking up to see if you were moving yet but once he saw you were still asleep he took to work, sucking on your clit while he pushed one finger inside of you pumping slowly and humming around your slit once he felt you clench in your sleep.

The first thing you felt when you half awake was Sylus’s lips kissing and sucking on your clit. It was so good you thought you were dreaming.

S-Sylus." You moaned out your hands going into his hair to hold him closer trying to squeeze your thigh around his head to yep him there. As soon as he bit down gently on your clit, your eyes shot open as you realised it wasn't a dream and he was really there, eating you out.

He chuckled as you moaned out, his fingers began to pump faster and he began sucking harder on your clit, only to replace his tongue where his fingers had been so he could really taste you.

“Sy-Sylus whe-nnn did you get h-h-hom—? Fuck!” Your question was interrupted by a loud moan as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue and rub of his fingers.

He stared up at you while he continued to eat you out, you stared at him for a couple of seconds before throwing your head back against the pillows and arching your back.

“Look at me while you cum, you know the rules, kitten” You couldn’t help yourself but obey him locking your glassy eyes with his red, lust filled ones.

R-Right there." You whimpered as he replaced his tongue with his fingers hitting your Gspot with every pump, you clenched around him and he knew you were getting closer.

"C-Close." You cried as you stared down at him and he shook his head.

"Not yet kitten, hold it a little longer I know you can." But you couldn't, it had been so long and you were too overcome with pleasure to hold it off. Your orgasm washed over you and you came around his finger screaming out his name as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck kitten, has it been too long that you forgot all your training?" You let out a shakey laugh as he got into the bed beside you pulling the sheet over the both of you.

(Sylus my daddy. I love you !!!)

Caleb:

Caleb woke up the next morning feeling horrible and not because of the hangover he was having but because he remembered the night before, stumbling in drunk and getting ready for sex only to cum long before you did and leave you unsatisfied. He rolled over and found you asleep in one of his shirts, he kissed your forehead before kissing down your neck finally heading to your core. He shimmies your panties down your body takes a sniff before throwing them somewhere in the room as he took a final look at you to make sure you were still asleep before he kissed your pussy. He rubbed small and slow circles on your clit to tease you until you moved in your sleep, once you turned a little he began to eat you out rougher, adding a finger into you and watching as your body stirred.

Mmm, Caleb ." You mumbled in a sleep-like state your hands reaching for him beside you but once you found nothing but cold sheets you woke up, the pleasure of him eating you out hitting you hard as you realised what he was doing.

"Ca-Caleb?" You look up shocked calling out at him as he lifted your leg over his shoulder and head himself closer to your pussy.

"Cum for me!" He ordered staring up at you, you whimpered at the sudden authoritative tone to his voice and he added another finger pumping them roughly.

“I said cum for me!" He barked out making you moan out at the vibrations from his voice, he smirked feeling you clench around him so he did it again growling into your pussy and watching as you cried out his name.

“Cum right now or you don't get to cum at all again." He growled making you gasp at his tone and arched your back off the mattress as you got closer and closer, his fingers began pumping faster but as he added the third one you came undone around his fingers, crying out his name and moaning loudly as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm watching you as you gripped onto the sheets with pleasure but he didn't stop, he kept going as soon as you came down from your high.

"What are you doing?" You panted from overstimulation of your clit. It was numb at this point, but he wasn't going to stop until he'd made you cum so much you were begging him not to.

"Making up for last night." He whispered before diving his tongue back into you making you cry out his name out again and again all morning.

(Caleb! Bad dog!)