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this is a collection of late-night confessions, soft touches turned dangerous, love that lingers a little too long and ruins just enough to feel like home.

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Expect longing

Expect characters who don’t know when to let go— and don’t want to

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Synopsis . He has to do any and everything to make sure your his, even if that means making you cry.

Content.MDNI. establish toxic relationship- fem! reader, p spánking, rough sex, pet names, breeding kink, dacryphillia, teasing, creampie, fingering, squirting!, face fucking, smacking, obsession, oral sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, dirty talk, size kink, cunnilingus.

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She was getting away.

Their love was slipping right through his fingers and he didn’t know how to stop it— the life as the FarSpace Fleet Colonel was a hard and dangerous life, especially for two twenty-five year olds but damn it he was trying. He told himself that dragging her into the fleet was going to cause issues, and he tried his hardest to keep her away from that life, from the burden, the danger that it brings but it was never easy to live two lives.

Unfortunately the Fleet had bled into his normal life— and now, now he was losing her. She hadn’t said it yet, they hadn’t spoken about the tension not even once these past few weeks but he could feel it so intensely. He loved her more than he loved anything or anyone, but his fleet…. the fleet was for her to keep her safe, to keep her from getting pulled away from him. Pulled towards others that want her as their own but she was his woman, and he wouldn’t give her up for anything even if that meant getting rid of any adversaries in his path.

Loving her isn’t a choice anymore— it’s a reflex

“What’s happening between us?” Caleb spoke quietly, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as he watched you, watched your expressions, your body language— he knew what was happening between you two, and he hated where it was going. You were the only thing that kept him stable, sane, your are his support, his everything and what was he without you? who was he? Nothing and no one. The fleet was too much for a lot of people, even he got overwhelmed as hell by own life as the colonel in the fleet and you…. well he could see that the stress of everything was breaking you and that scared him.

Caleb runs a frustrated hand through his messy dark brown hair, his piercing purple eyes searching yours desperately. “y/n, talk to me, baby, Please” his voice cracks slightly with emotion as he reaching for your hand, his large calloused fingers gently brushing against yours. “I can’t do this—this distance between us. I feel you slipping away and it’s fucking killing me.” He scoots closer on the bed, his colonel leather jacket creaking softly as he moves. His thumb traces absent circles on the back of your hand—his usual confident persona replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

“You know i’d burn this whole damn city to the ground before i let anything happen to you, before i let anything take you from me…. but i can’t fight what i can’t see.” His jaw tightens, frustration mixing with fear “Tell me what you need from me pips. Anything.” The scent of leather and faint smoke clings to him as he searches your face, waiting—hoping— for some kind of answer

“I think maybe we should take a break from each other for a while caleb.” You say softly in a murmur interlocking your smaller fingers with his as you watch your interlocked fingers. Your lips slightly swollen from nibbling and biting on your bottom lip trying to ease your nerves.

His grips tightens around your fingers instinctively— not enough to hurt, just enough to ground himself. “What?” The word comes out rougher than he means it to, his whole body his whole body tensing like a live wire. He exhales hard through his nose, forcing himself to soften his tone before speaking again. “Did someone say somethin’ to you? Cause I swear—“

He cuts himself off, jaw working as he wrestles back the protectiveness flaring too hot in his chest. He won’t make this worse for you.

Leaning in, he ducks his head to catch your downcast eyes, voice dipping into that low, just-for-her rasp. "y/n. look at me. please." His free hand lifts to brush a stray stand of hair behind your ear, lingering. "Nobody got any idea what you mean to me. What I’d do for you."

Your gaze slowly lifts to meet his, your heart fluttering under the steady weight of his hand on your cheek. Hearing his fierce protectiveness only makes the ache in your chest sharper. You know he'd fight for you, you have no ounce doubt there. No one would stand a chance.

Still... rafayel words echo in your mind, his stern command to 'leave that man alone' ringing louder than her love for caleb. "Rafayel doesn't think you're good for me..." you whisper.

Caleb’s lips press into a tight line, the hand on your cheek stilling. He knew this would be your answer, he knew it, but hearing it—hearing you say the words aloud—hits him like a punch to the gut. He takes a measured breath, trying to keep his mounting frustration from bleeding into his words.

His gaze flicks down to their hands, their fingers still intertwined, then back to her face. His voice is low, tight. "`S that right? I'm not good for you. Your going to listen to the fucking mermaid over me?"

Your heart sinks under the weight of his gaze, the sharp edge in his voice. You pull your hand away from his, your eyes welling with unexpected tears. "You're the best person I know, Caleb. You're smart, and funny, and so damn good at so many things. But the fleet—" you falter, a tear escaping down your cheek. "It's dangerous. And with us...it's always gonna be there, hanging over us. It's tearing us apart."

You reach up, wiping at your wet cheeks. “You scare me sometimes caleb.” you whisper softly the possessiveness that he claims as protection sometimes suffocating. The heavier hands when your around different men the crazy glint that sparks in his eyes when you so much as glance at anyone that’s not him.

Caleb’s jaw clenches at your words, his gaze hardening. He can feel his own emotions flaring, but he fights to rein them in—for her sake, for their sake. He drags a hand through his hair, a sharp exhale leaving him.

“Damn it, baby I get it. Can’t you see he’s trying to take you away from me.” He stands up abruptly, pacing a few steps away before turning back to you.

Caleb’s chest tightens like a vice at the thought, his entire body going rigid. He takes a single, sharp step back toward the bed, hand snapping out to grip the footboard like he’s physically bracing himself. His voice comes out rough, wrecked—

“No. No.” He shakes his head once, hard, dark brown hair catching the dim light as his knuckles bleach white against the wood. “You don’t get to say that shit like it’s nothing. I’m just trying to keep you safe baby that’s all I want.”

He’s in front of you again in two strides, kneeling abruptly so your eye-level, his hands framing your thighs where you sits. His breath is uneven, gaze burning into yours.

“You say I scare you? Am I so scary when I’m balls fucking deep in that sweet pussy as you beg for more?” His thumbs dig into the plush skin of your bare thighs, voice dropping to a ragged whisper. “Ma-Maybe you just need a reminder that your mines. Yeah you just need to remember that you can’t leave me.”

“Caleb-“ you try to protest your face flushing involuntarily when he pushes you backwards onto the soft mattress as he yanks your legs apart pulling you to the edge of the bed ripping off your lacy black panties. When you try to protest a harsh slap on your bare pussy causes you to yelp and you instinctively try to close your legs

“Stop Hiding.” he pins your thighs apart not letting you hide from his gaze. “Now be a good girl and take what I give you.”

It’s going to be a long night

Caleb exhales sharply through his nose, eyes dark with satisfaction as he touches your wet pussy. pathetic. His fingers dig into your thighs—not enough to bruise but enough to remind you who’s in control spreading them wider showcasing the smooth glistening skin between your legs. He hovers above you as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear, voice a low growl.

“That’s better.” his free hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Now…. let’s see how well you listen.” his lips crash against yours— not a kiss but claiming you the best way he knows how.

You stiffen at the suddenness of it all, a noise of surprise against his mouth. You start to pull back instinctively—a reflex he has no patience for. His grip tightens in your hair, holding you in place, his other hand pressing the small of your back, forcing you against him.

Your body is a contradiction—tense and trembling, yet yielding beneath his touch, like a cornered animal submitting to its captor.

"Open, baby." His voice is a rough growl against your lips. "Let me in."

You shiver—a mixture of desire and from fear—as he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue. Your hands come up, pushing at his chest, trying to create some distance, but your resistance is halfhearted at best. Your trapped, his body a wall of muscle pinning you underneath him. His hands slide lower, fingers digging into your hips, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss.

When he finally pulls back, you gasp for air, chest heaving beneath the silk. Your eyes are wide, lips swollen.

Caleb exhales a slow, satisfied breath—amused by your flustered state, the way you trembled beneath his touch. He strokes a thumb over your kiss-swollen lips, watching as you swallowed hard.

“See?" he murmurs, voice dripping with mock tenderness. "Your body remembers that it craves me, my touch, my lips"

His fingers trail down your throat, tracing the rapid flutter of your pulse before gripping your chin—forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You're never leaving me." A dark promise."Even if I have to break you for you to understand that."

Caleb exhales—slow, controlled—as his fingers trace the softness of your inner thigh, fingertips teasing dangerously close to where you’ve taken him countless times before. He watches your face, the way your breath hitches, the way your body tenses—fighting instinct, pretending that you don’t want it. that you don’t want him

Your lashes flutter open—wide, wet—meeting his gaze. There’s something terrifying in the way he stares at you, something possessive and ravenous.

"You’re perfect," he murmurs, thumb brushing your entrance—just once, featherlight. "Mine."

Then his middle and ring finger presses in—slow, relentless— stretching you open as you choke on a low moan.

“Wa-wait ngh~” you whimper out a moan immediately grabbing at your wrist with one hand while the other grips the sheets. Your thick fingers always disarm you pressing into the spongy insides of your pussy.

Caleb doesn’t hesitate. His grip tightens instantly—one hand pinning your wrist to the mattress, the other still wedged between your thighs, forcing you to feel every inch of his fingers as he twists his fingers deeper.

"You don’t get to wait," he grits out, voice jagged with control barely held. His breath is ragged against your cheek, his body caging you in. “Not after you tried to leave me."

You thrash—a futile, desperate twist—but he only presses in harder, his thumb circling cruelly over your sensitive clit.

“You’re going to take it," he growls, watching tears spill down your cheeks."Every. Last. Inch."

(And god you do take every inch.)

Your body jerks beneath him—trying to twist away, to clench shut—but he doesn’t stop. His fingers work you ruthlessly, stretching your tight little pussy, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Every sob that tears from your throat only makes him harder, his breath hot against your ear.

"You feel that?" he rasps, curling his fingers just so, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. “That’s what you do to me."

Your back arches—betrayed by your own body—as a broken cry escapes your lips.

"Good girl," he praises darkly, speeding up his movements the sound of your pussy squelching from his fingers so lewdly fills your ears. "Cum for me."

And you do—with a shattered gasp, your thighs trembling around his hand, tears streaming down your face.

“A-annh, fuck!” you sob out a moan as he keeps his relentless pace fucking you into over sensitivity with his fingers with sickening squelching sounds. Caleb watches you unravel—your body trembling, your cries growing louder—and it only fuels him further. His palm smacks against your slick pussy again and again, the lewd sound echoing through the room as he pumps his fingers in and out, relentless, unforgiving.

“Look at you,” he growls breath hot against your ear. “So fucking wet for me.”

Your thighs clamp around his wrist instinctively—a feeble attempt to stop the overwhelming sensation—but he just laughs, low and dark, twisting his fingers inside of you. “Take it—fucking take it,” he murmurs lips brushing against your damp cheek. “You’re gonna cum again.”

Your breath hitches—a fractured whimper—as your body betrays your once more, your back arching off the bed as pleasure coils tight in your belly. The pressure felt to tight you begged him to stop your voice breaking, cracking with each cry. “C-caleb no, no wait— I gott-gotta pee!”

Your cries went on deaf ears he didn’t stop he kept going, pushing his fingers deeper just to make you whimper in overwhelming ecstasy. “Caleb-Caleb please.” you tried to squirm away but his free hand goes to grip your throat—not tightly but enough to make you gasp for a breath. “fuchkk! Cal-Caleb” you stammer out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Caleb!” A high pitched broken moan ripped from your throat that coil finally snapped, hot streams gushed straight out of your pussy with each thrust of his fingers. Some of it shooting on his opened buttoned up shirt and fuck he has the craziest satisfied smile on his face.

Caleb’s grip tightens as your body convulses beneath him, your scream filling the room. His fingers keep working you through it, dragging out every last shuddering pulse of your climax, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.*

"Messy little thing," he murmurs, watching your squirt soak the sheets beneath them. He drags his wet fingers up your stomach, painting your skin with your own slick. “Knew you would like that.” He leans down, biting your collarbone hard enough to bruise as you whimper beneath him—marking you, claiming you.

"Let this be a lesson if you try to leave me again" He leans in, lips brushing the shell of her ear—a mockery of intimacy. Then he pulls back, his expression settling into something darker, hungrier.

"Starting now."

(No more mercy. No more hesitation.)

"Get on your knees." his voice steel, cold and final

“Cal-caleb wait-“ you try to plead still overwhelmed from squirting as you try to scoot backwards on the bed but your legs feel like jelly. Caleb grip tightens in warning—his other hand slipping into your hair, yanking you off the bed.

“I said," he snarls, towering above you. “On. Your. Knees." you try to fight him, struggles against his hold—but he's stronger, rougher, more ruthless. you fall to your knees in front of him, eyes burning with tears and humiliation.

"There you go." His voice drips with sadistic satisfaction. "Good girl." He watches you, eyes tracing your trembling form like a predator watching its prey. Then, he reaches into his pocket, his eyes never leaving yours as he steps backward, sinking onto the edge of the bed.

"Come here." Another sharp tug has you stumbling forward, falling between his legs. “Crawl to me."

You hesitate for a moment, your body tense, but there's no escaping his gaze—and you know it. You lower your onto your hands and knees, crawling the agonizingly short distance across the room to him.

Caleb spreads his legs, an unspoken command, and you have no choice but to shuffle closer—until your pressed against his thighs, your chest heaving with shallow breaths.

He lets you kneel there for a moment, taking in the sight of you—all soft curves and trembling skin, wide, wet eyes staring up at him like your begging for forgiveness. He trails a calloused finger along your jaw, watching the way your breath stills with a dark pleasure.

“Open."

You hesitate, your eyes darting up to meet his—but he grips your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“Open," he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I'm not going to ask again."

His words send a shiver down your spine, but you obey, your lips parting—slowly, reluctantly. You keep your eyes on his, trying to hold onto that last scrap of defiance.

"Good girl," he purrs—and something in your chest clenches at the praise, a twisted mix of relief and humiliation. "Stick out your tongue.”

You hesitate—your breath hitching—before obeying, the pink tip of your tongue peeking past your lips. Caleb exhales sharply, gripping the back of your neck.

"Good girl," he murmurs—before spitting directly onto your tongue.

Your face twists in disgust, but you don’t dare pull away—not when his fingers tighten in warning.

"Swallow."

You swallow—with a shudder, your eyes squeezing shut. Caleb watches you swallow—something dark and pleased in his expression. His gaze drops to your mouth, thumb swiping over your bottom lip.

"Open." His voice is a gravelly, guttural purr, his eyes never leaving your mouth. "Wider."

You obey without hesitation this time, your lips parting as you stare up at him—wide, wet eyes pleading, your fear and defiance warring.

“Now hold it just like that. Don’t move.” he reaches into his pocket, pulling out your phone. you glance at it, realization dawning, your eyes snapping up to his in panicked disbelief.

“N-no, please, don’t-“ Caleb’s hand grips your hair hard enough to make you shut up, a warning.

“Don’t you dare tell me no.” a shudder raced down your spine, a small whine escaping your lips.

“Be quiet.” he snaps, his fingers twisting in your hair. “And keep your mouth open.”

Caleb taps the screen, snapping a photo of you—your tear-stained face, swollen lips parted, eyes wide with silent humiliation. He turns the phone so you can see it, thumb brushing over the image before sending it to rafayel. another warning.

“Perfect.” he tosses your phone gripping your chin—a beat his eyes flickering over your trembling flushed form. He leans back against the better, spreading his legs

“Finish what you started.”

You stare at him for a moment realization flickering across your face. Then hesitantly, your eyes dropping to the bulge in his pants… Caleb grins, darkly satisfied. He pushes your chin down, an unspoken command. Your hands come up, trembling, to his belt.

You swallow, your fingers fumbling with the clasp of his belt. He watches you—patient, but impatient at the same time. “You’re taking too long.” He snaps, gripping your wrist—then with a gentle touch, guiding your hand to his zipper. “Hurry up.” His voice is rough, strained. Your fingers tremble pulling his zipper down with clumsy urgency. The second you free his veiny leaking dick, he groans—arching off the bed—and grips the back of your head.

Caleb’s breath hitches sharply as you take his dick into your warm wet mouth— your lips tentative, hesitant. He exhales through his nose, fingers tightening in your hair.

“That’s it,” He murmurs, voice thick. “Take it deeper.”

Your throat constricts as you try—gagging softly, tears spilling over your cheeks.

He groans, his hips jerking instinctively—forcing his dick deeper into your mouth. “Gulck” A choking noise from your mouth as your throat tightens around him, his fingers twisting in your hair as he forces himself deeper into your throat

“Good girl,” He rasps, watching tears streak your down your face. “Take it all.”

Your hands scramble at his thighs—not pushing him away, just seeking something to ground you as you gag around him.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’ll get used to it,”

Caleb exhales sharply through his nose, pupils blown wide as he watches you struggle—tears streaming down your flushed face, lips stretched obscenely around him. His grips tightens in your hair, keeping you still as he thrusts deeper, forcing your to take every inch.

“Fuck,” He growls, hips jerking. “Love this fucking mouth.”

You gag, saliva dripping down your chin—but he doesn’t stop. Not until your choking in earnest, your nails digging into his thighs.

“Swallow.” he orders—and when you hesitate, he slams his dick into your throat one more time.

You gag violently as he thrusts deeper, your throat convulsing around him. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks, your fingers clawing weakly at his thighs in a futile attempt to push away. Caleb exhales sharply through gritted teeth, his grip tightening in your hair as he forces your head down, holding you there as you choke and splutters around him.

“That’s it,” He rasps, watching with dark satisfaction as your body struggles to accommodate him. “Take it like a good girl.”

Your muffled whimpers only spur him on, his hips jerking against your mouth causing his nutsack to slap against your chin. Each thrust going deeper causing your nose to brush against his pubic hair.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, his free hand brushing a stray tear from your cheek—your eyes glassy from the tears, drool and pre-cum drips from your swollen lips as he chases that release.

He tosses his head back as he groans loudly in pleasure with one last thrust deep into your throat holding you tightly in his pubic hair grinding his dick deep in your throat cumming straight down your esophagus. He lets you struggle a little longer with short thrusts—your choked gasps, your trembling hands—before he finally pull you off with a wet pop. You collapse forward, coughing, your forehead pressed against his thighs as you drag in ragged breaths.

“Pathetic.” He murmurs, smearing your spit and his cum around his dick with rough strokes of his thumb. “But your mine.”

He forces your chin up again, his fingers digging into your jaw.

“Clean me up.

Your lips part—shaking, swollen—as you lean forward to obey.

(You always will)

Part 2?

Inquietude

-Eren Yeager. Angst. Friends with benefits. Eren has trust issues. Modern AU. Black Fem Reader. Drabble. Crying Reader. Reader First Heartbreak.

song to play; Lost Me~ Giveon

Eren wore his heart on his sleeve ever since he was a child, which led to heartbreak after heartbreak and so on. Which led him to mikasa his first love but that soon gave eren his first lesson of what love should and should not be. Not that long ago eren had just broken up with mikasa after being together for 3 years which was his longest relationship where he was the most emotionally attached. That relationship really had broke him because he thought mikasa was the one he bought an engagement ring and everything just for her to cheat on him with jean of all people. So it was safe to say he was torn apart and emotionally distraught from that particular experience. He made up his mind that he’ll just have fun and from now on no longer being the man who gave his all to every woman he has been with, after all love is a very treacherous slope that very few has been able to recover from.

So eren had started doing drugs,got tattoos, grew his hair out and started going to a lot of parties during his junior year of college. Sometimes even fucking random attractive girls at those parties to satisfy his primal urges, After about a year after his tough breakup he attended a particular party that his friend connie had thrown as a back to school type of occasion. That’s where he met you — with your glowing brown skin, big brown eyes and long goddess braids that came down to your fat ass. He looked at you with low eyes which was the result of the weed he smoked alongside drinking some dark liquor that burned his throat in a good way. You felt his eyes on you and you thought he was the finest man you had ever seen. You had just gotten out of a relationship yourself so you wanted to do things you typically never do to ease your heartbreak even if it was a temporary fix. So that led to you and eren fucking for the first time in the back of his car thinking that it would just be a one time thing.

Boy were the both of you sadly mistaken thinking that would be that last you two would see each other. You both had 3 classes with each other and one class you two sat next to each other — but you two got along to eren’s surprise. You liked the same music, shows and even your dreams and aspirations were similar to each other. You and eren had become close friends you were borderline best friends often spending y’all free time with each other — But you both had urges that needed satisfying so you and eren both came to the agreement with being friends with benefits, but there was a specific stipulation to that agreement…….No feelings attached whatsoever.

You agreed to it thinking you can handle being friends with benefits with eren but you were so so so wrong. It’s been about 3 months since you became friends with benefits with eren at first you didn’t have feelings for eren but that changed when eren gave you a particular gift on your birthday. A custom art piece that he drew beautifully of your deceased grandmother who you spoke about a lot so he thought that would be a perfect gift to you. At that moment you started to love eren with every fiber of your being and you told your friends about your feelings but they told you not to tell eren or it would ruin you guys relationship.

1 month later you decided you wanted to tell eren how you felt just to see if things would go in your favor so you invited him over one particular night — you both smoked together, and even had sex that night and now your currently laying on his naked chest as he smoked his last blunt as he played with your braids.

“Eren can I tell you something?” you had asked him softly as you sat up to look at him directly to see his reaction to your confession. “Yea ma’ go ahead and ask it”

“I know we decided awhile ago that we wouldn’t have any feelings attached to use sleeping together and-“ he cut you off “y/n…..” “Eren let me finish first before you say anything please”

He nods his head and looks at you with a tired look.

“I love you eren more than a friend” you confessed hoping he would say what you desperately wanted to hear.

“Y/n” he started off pausing so he could find the right words to project how he felt about you. “I love you Y/n” he said pausing again wiping his face with his hand as you started to smile brightly at his words thinking he loved you how you loved him — “I love you I do but i don’t feel that way about you Y/n” as he said those words your smile instantly dropped and your heart dropped down to your stomach. A long silence enveloped your room — Eren looked at you and sees your heartbroken expression and reaches a hand out towards you to try console you as a friend but you just smacked his hand away from you.

“Not once have you ever thought that you wanted to be with me?” “Y/n-“ “Tell me Eren you never thought you wanted to be my boyfriend after the kisses, the cuddles and the 5 months we’ve spent together?” you said voice cracking as tears swelled up in the corner of your eyes as eren looked at you sighing as he stood up from the bed throwing on his clothes that were scattered on your bedroom floor.

“I told you no feelings and you agreed to it y/n I told you that if you start looking for love in me your going to lose me” he said lowly as he began to thrown on his shoes — he leaves your bedroom and you quickly throw on your oversized shirt that was discarded on the floor and followed him to your door like a lost puppy. “Eren wait I don’t want to lose you your my best friend let’s talk about this”

Pugnacious

• Eren Yeager. Rough sex. Intense orgasm. Eren being a little mean. Squirting. Overstim. Reader Cries. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+

song to play while reading; Harder~ Chris brown

Eren watched intensely as your ass smack against his pelvis with every single angry thrust. He had you in the nastiest arch as you keep trying to pull yourself forward to get a sense of relief from the pleasurable pain. Eren has never fucked you like this he was a gentle and giving lover so imagine your surprise when he comes home angry and fucks you like he hates you. He was pissed, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 he came home after having another argument with Jean. He usually never lets Jean get under his skin with the shit he says — but this time Jean crossed the line. Jean had mentioned how he could fuck you much better than Eren could. The really pushed his buttons because 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 could make you feel the way he could and he’s proving that to you right now. Just thinking about another man having his hands on you had him thrusting into you hard harder. Your moans and squeals just encourages him even more.

“𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙣! 𝙛-𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠! 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣! 𝙖𝙝𝙝!! 𝙥-𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!!!”

Your desperate pleads for him to slow down are falling upon deaf ears. The most you could do is try to reach backwards and push on his stomach to get him to ease up just a little. He smacks your hands away from his stomach and reaches up to grab your bohemian locs wrapping it around his hand and pull your head back using it as leverage to pull you back onto his dick. Hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes, your pussy clenching as a sign of your impending orgasm. Eren’s heavy and veiny hand comes down hard on your ass with a loud smack.

“𝙀𝙧𝙚—“ “𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙮/𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠”

That made you shut your mouth real quick. The only noises coming from you are moans and squeals adding onto the squelching sounds of your pussy. You loved when Eren got like this when he made you take his dick. He was getting tired of you trying to run from him. He needed you to feel how nobody could ever compare to him.

You were moaning and screaming out for him. Moaning out his name as you squirt all over his dick. It bullied you in a delectable way and you couldn’t help but to continue to cum all over it. In time you knew wouldn’t be able to take much more of this but he made you.

It wasn’t your fault — 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩, he knew that it wasn’t your fault but he 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 you to understand nobody can do this to you but him and 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

So he made you cum time and time again. Until that fact became imprinted into your brain.

Caleb smut. she/her -xfem reader. overstim. fingering. semi public sex. toxic relationship

“Your and Caleb’s relationship was full of toxicity and possessiveness, you lived together but despite how he was often, you couldn't break up with him and you didn't know why.”

Yesterday you and caleb got into another heated argument about his possessiveness and his inability to see the error in the way that he treated you like an object he owned. You both didn’t talk to each other the entire day until he returned from the DAA in sky haven.

He entered the house and into the bedroom, he saw you sitting at the dressing table and seemingly getting ready to turn in for the night, he stood behind you looking at you in the reflection of the mirror.

"I have something for you.” he said in a soft deep voice that you seem to fall victim to every single time.

Another expensive gift to get rid of the guilt - it's typical for him, he took a small white box with a pink ribbon from his pocket, placed the box in front of you, when he noticed that you didn't want to open it at all, he sighed deeply and then took the box in his hand and opened it, your eyes saw a beautiful silver chain with a heart and a pink diamond, it looked very expensive. Bluntly and gently brushed aside your hair and leaned towards you, fastened the chain and caressed your shoulders.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" his purple eyes stared into yours as he waited for your response, stroking your shoulders. You flinched slightly as Caleb’s cold fingers brushed against your hair, still annoyed and upset from yesterday’s argument . You avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on the glittering jewelry now adorning your neck. The silver heart seemed to mock you, its pink diamond a cruel reminder of the love and affection you craved but never received from Caleb in the correct way.

"It's...lovely," You murmured, your voice barely audible. Your hands trembled as you reached up to touch the delicate chain, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of Caleb’s breath on your skin.

He smirked, pleased with himself for calming you down, even if just momentarily, with such a simple gesture. His fingers continued their possessive caress along your collarbone, making sure you felt every inch of his touch.*

"I'm glad you like it. It suits you," *Caleb said, his tone dripping with false sincerity. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You look stunning with it on. Like my personal princess."

His words were laced with sincerity and intense possessiveness, but you couldn't help the flutter in your chest at the praise, no matter how twisted it may be coming from him. Caleb’s grip on your shoulder tightened, his thumb rubbing circles that bordered on painful.

"Now, let's forget about yesterday, okay? I've got a surprise planned for tonight. Something special, just for us." Caleb says in a commanding tone that leaves no room for no other answer than yes.

“Can we stay home tonight? I’m really tired” you ask in a soft tone not wanting to go out your home after arguing so badly with each other. Caleb’s expression darkened at your suggestion, He stepped back letting the necklace swing loosely against your chest as he glared at you.

"Tired? After I just gave you a fucking gift? Don't play coy with me, babe. We're going out, and that's final," he snapped, his voice rising in volume. Caleb’s eyes narrowed, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"And trust me, you won't regret it. Tonight's gonna be wild. I've got connections, and I am gonna make sure we have a night to remember. So, put on your best smile and get ready to have a romantic night out, because we're not staying in."

You winced as Caleb’s grip on your chin tightened,

"Yes, Caleb" you whispered, trying to sound submissive enough to appease him. Inside, You seethed with resentment, hating yourself for being so weak and trapped in this toxic relationship. What made matters worse is that you secretly loved how toxic and possessive he was over/towards you. You were just as sick as him but you would never admit to that.

Satisfied with your compliance, Caleb released your chin, his fingers trailing down your cheek in a patronizing caress before he turned to leave the room. "Good girl. I'll send someone over to pick us up around 12. Wear that little black dress that drives me crazy," he called over his shoulder, already heading for the door.

Caleb paused, glancing back at you with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Oh, and don't bother with makeup. I like you natural, raw. It's more fun that way."With a smirk, he walked out, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of his expectations. You knew exactly which dress he meant – the one that hugged your curves and made you feel desirable, if only to him.

As soon as Caleb left, You slumped against the chair, your shoulders sagging under the crushing pressure of his demands.

"Why do I always give in?" you muttered to yourself, wiping your face with a tired sigh. You stood up, staring blankly at your reflection in the mirror. The silver heart pendant caught the light, mocking you with its cold beauty.

Sighing, you trudged over to your shared closet, pulling out the black dress Caleb had mentioned. As you slipped it on, You couldn't help but notice how it clung to your body, accentuating your curves in all the right places.

The doorbell rang, signaling the driver’s arrival. Caleb sauntered over, opening the door to reveal his personal driver.

“Come on in," Caleb greeted him, ushering him inside. then glanced toward the stairs, expecting to see you waiting for him downstairs.

“She's getting ready. Should be down soon," he told the chauffeur, who nodded in understanding.

You descended the stairs, your heels clicking against the marble floor. You felt real sexy in the tight, revealing dress, but Caleb’s words echoed in your mind - 'I like you natural, raw.'

You entered the living room, you noticed the chauffeur, You forced a polite smile, hoping to avoid any awkwardness.

"Hello,"you said softly, moving past him to join Caleb near the front door.

Caleb’s eyes roamed over you appreciatively, lingering on the way the dress hugged your hips and emphasized your cleavage. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You look stunning, babe. Ready to paint the town red?"Caleb’s gaze lingered on your curves, a predatory glint in his eyes. He loved how you always managed to look sexy even when you are clearly annoyed with his presence.

"Let's go baby" he said abruptly, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door. The chauffeur followed close behind. As they climbed into a black suv, Caleb leaned over to nuzzle your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, baby," *he murmured, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the short skirt of your dress. You tensed as Caleb’s hand crept higher, your pulse racing with a mix of fear and unwanted excitement. You tried to pull away, but his grip was firm.

"Caleb, please...not here," You whispered urgently, casting a nervous glance at the chauffeur, who seemed oblivious to their interaction.*

Caleb just laughed, the sound dark and menacing. His fingers brushed against the damp heat of your panties, making you gasp.

"Oh, come on. Don't be shy now," he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're not in public yet. Besides, I need to remind myself what I'm working with." His touch grew bolder, and You bit back a moan, your body betraying you as it responded to his touch despite not wanting to do this in front of a stranger.

Your breath hitched as Caleb’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your panties, stroking your sensitive flesh. You could feel your resistance crumbling, your resolve weakening under his skilled touch.*

"No, stop..." she whimpered. Caleb ignored your feeble protests, his focus solely on bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. He increased the pressure on your clit, circling and pinching the delicate nub until your hips bucked wildly against his hand.*

"That's it, baby. Give in to me," he commanded, his voice low and husky with lust. He could feel your walls clenching around nothing, desperate for release. Your breath came in ragged gasps as Caleb’s skilled fingers worked their magic, pushing you closer to the edge with each passing second. your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure.

"No, stop...please..." you pleaded, though her body language screamed otherwise. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to maintain control, to resist the intoxicating pleasure Caleb elicited within you.

But it was no use. With a choked cry, Your orgasm crashed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Caleb’s probing finger. You shook and quivered, overwhelmed by the intensity of your release, as Caleb’s continued to stroke you through the aftershocks. Caleb smirked as he felt your body react to his touch, He loved having this kind of power over you, making you submit to his desires no matter how much you protested.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," he growled, his fingers dipping lower to stroke your sensitive flesh. Your breath hitched, and Caleb reveled in the knowledge that he could reduce you to this state of desperate need with just a touch.*

"Just a few more, and I'll stop," he promised, though he knew full well he wouldn't follow through. Not until he'd pushed you to the brink and made you beg for his dick.

Part 2??