Aerin

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI. Dubious Consent, Degradation, Rough

The sound of heavy footsteps echoing outside your bedroom door broke your attention away from your phone. You were sitting on your bed, and looked up to see the knob turn and the door open, the creak of the hinge signalling the arrival of your weary boyfriend. 

Caleb’s eyes immediately found yours, heavy lids hinting at the exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day. His usually crisp uniform was now unbuttoned low and creased at the edges, letting his heaving chest peek through. His tie was pulled off completely and was now wrapped around his hand instead.

He looked completely unraveled.

Normally, this would concern you, as you would immediately invite him to slip into your embrace, asking him all about his day and the overwhelming responsibilities that probably consorted it. Indulging him in the comfort that only you would be able to provide, all without a second thought. 

Not today though. 

You were utterly upset by Caleb not giving you enough attention throughout the day, and being the bratty abomination Caleb practically created himself, you weren't planning on being nice. 

You watched him toss his hat off somewhere on the floor carelessly and take a few steps towards you. “It's way past your bedtime, pips.” His voice was gruff, carrying a deeper edge and being breathier than usual, almost like even using it was costing him his composure. 

You, meanwhile, ignored his presence and voice entirely, and turned your attention back onto the device in your hands. Even as you felt his looming presence hovering right above your figure, you simply acted indifferent. 

You heard a low hum rumble from his chest before a hand snatched away your phone. Immediately, your gaze shot up to meet his face, seeing one of his eyebrows cocked up. 

“Go to sleep.” The sentence carried an air of finality, but you were not going to relent. 

“No.” 

You saw his lips press together into a thin line, looking like he was conjuring all the patience in the world. And that's exactly what you’ve come to expect– Caleb resorting to his sweet indulgence, saying ‘please baby’ while peppering light kisses all over your face. His natural state of having bottomless lenience. 

But what you didn't expect–  was for him to reach out to the back of your neck, thread his fingers through your hair, and yank hard. 

“C-caleb,” you whimpered out, already feeling tears prick the edge of your eyes and your underwear turning into wet mush. 

Caleb leaned down to your level, head dipping into the crook of your neck as he angled you with his new leverage. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass.” He smushed his face against your skin, inhaling deeply, punctuating each movement with bites and sucks that felt anything but gentle. And by the time he retracted to meet your gaze once again, his eyes were fully blown out.

“Ive had a day too long, my work too hard, and way too many punchable faces,” Caleb spoke lowly as he raked his eyes through your entire frame, a tick in his jaw pulsing with each syllable. 

“So what I need you to do, my sweet–” the nickname was dripping with condescension more than anything, and suddenly, he released his hold on you, standing up to his full height to tower over you once more, “--is to shut the fuck up and strip.” 

You gulped aloud, throat bobbing as suddenly all defiance bubbled away with the weight of his gaze. And so you pulled off your t-shirt, exposing your soft mounds and already pebbled nipples. You watched Caleb's eyes immediately dart to the view, mouth ever so slightly parting. And to finish the job, you pulled off your shorts, now entirely bare and exposed to the volatile man in front of you. 

You saw him mutter a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, tugging them off along with his boxers as his eager dick took no time or convincing to immediately spring up, massive with veins running down its length, and a flushed tip that was already drooling. 

His hand, still having the tie wrapped around it, went back to gripping your hair and tugging your face closer, as the other grabbed the base of his own dick and smacked it across your cheek. The contact made your pussy clench around nothing, and a soft whimper escaped your lips. 

“Go on.” 

A part of you wanted to prove yourself, that you were still capable of being his good girl. So you immediately went to work, wrapping your lips around his tip and slowly feeding his entire length into your mouth.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” you looked up at him through your lashes, already struggling to accommodate him. “In fact– I’ll help ya.” And he pushed your head down all the way, your nose now grazing his pelvis.

You gagged, hard. But his grip suggested you weren't gonna be let go of anytime soon, so you pushed through, flaring up your nostrils to breathe through your nose and relaxing your throat. Tears were now freely running down your cheeks.

Caleb let his face break just a little, with how you were looking up at him with wet cheeks and lashes, mouth stuffed full of him. 

“My pretty little slut,” he gritted, letting out soft grunts as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth. 

Soon enough, you regained some sanity as you got more used to his size, now more eager with the way you bobbed your head, pulling back entirely sometimes to swirl your tongue and kiss his pink tip.

But right before you were about to take him in entirely once more, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and hold your head back, making you whine at the restraint. “Ca–”

Before you could react, he posted one knee onto the mattress, pushing you to lay flat, and he held your waist and hauled you back across the bed. Immediately maneuvering you to have your face shoved into the pillows and ass held up high. 

Feeling like your world was turned upside down, you took a moment to get back to your senses while you felt your wrists being tied up together. Shifting your head to get a clear view behind you, you saw the ends of his tie dangling down your hips.

SMACK

You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, immediately soothed by his warm hands caressing the skin. Yet the blooming pain only led to the dripping of your cunt getting worse, wet trails forming as slick ran down your thighs. This didn't go unnoticed by Caleb either, as his fingers traced the wetness back up to your fluttering folds, meeting no resistance as he shallowly thrusted two digits in. 

“Goddammit, Pips,” Caleb sucked in a breath through his teeth, “you like being treated this way, don't you? Nasty girl.” 

And with that he shoved his fingers in all the way, not giving you any time to adjust to his huge digits and immediately setting a rough pace.

“Caleb! T-too much–”

“Don’t fucking care.”

He seemed to go even faster, pumping his fingers in and out with loud squelches. Your hips instinctively bucking into his thrusts betrayed you, but to save some semblance of dignity, you whined and squealed, still partially muffled by the pillows yet making it abundantly clear that you were, in fact, complaining about this. 

Suddenly, you felt his hand pull away from you entirely, but immediately replaced by his dick spearing through you and bottoming out in one brutal thrust. This effectively silenced all your whining, letting all your grievances dissolve into breathy whimpers. 

“Much better. Noisy bitch, aren't ya.” Caleb grunted, and you felt his heavy hand settle over the base of your head to push you even further into the pillows. 

And after a moment of you just pulsing around his dick, pussy struggling to take all of him, he began rolling his hips against you– not pulling out yet, just tugging your hips impossibly flush against his own, almost like he wanted to nestle himself in your cervix. 

“Mhmm,” Caleb moaned, leaning over to bite and suck on your shoulder, “'Missed this tight little pussy.” 

“Thought about you all day, baby.” He pulled out all the way, tip almost slipping out– “Yet I come back home to you acting like a little shit.” –and he slammed back in. 

That's all it took for you to come.

“But that's my own fault, isn’t it? I spoil you too much.” Caleb merely continued, like you weren't moaning and sobbing on his cock, pussy throbbing like it was trying to milk him.

“Didn't wanna sleep, did you?” He hummed contemplatively, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I guess I'll just have to fuck you till you pass out then.”

Shoving your hands down Caleb’s pants.

Your goal had been payback for all the times his wandering hands found their way down the front of your underwear. For all the times you had been half asleep and his hands sought warmth between your plush thighs.

A taste of his own medicine. Not that you didn’t enjoy the feeling of Caleb’s hands pressed snuggly to your center. You just felt that you were owed the same right.

So, you planned meticulously, the end goal now hovered just inches away from your prying fingers.

It wasn’t often Caleb let you be the big spoon, and while you were certain you’d be able to pull this off in any position, being the big spoon was ideal for easy access.

He had nodded off a few minutes ago, his breathing deep and even as he melted into the safety of your small arms. One that you had kept draped over his waist, hand splayed across his stomach as you rubbed warm, soothing circles.

Your other arm had snuck up his body, slotting between his pillow and his neck. Letting him fall asleep on it the same way he always let you fall asleep on his.

Snuggling your face further into his back, nuzzling the spot between his shoulders where his spine resided, you slowly move your hand down his abdomen. Inch by inch, until you’re running over the smooth skin he constantly shaves.

Inching lower until the tips of your fingers slip under the waistband of his sleep pant, under the elastic waist of his briefs. Dancing dangerously close to the patch of dark hair that covered his groin. Warmth radiated from him, hotter than the rest of his body, it made you smile.

You sat there for a moment, monitoring his breathing before you dared to trek lower. Caleb, however, was still sound asleep. So? You ventured lower, fingers gliding through the hair to wrap around his base.

He was soft, not showing any signs of recognition as your delicate fingers held him. You felt victorious, and ever so slightly annoyed that you enjoyed this. Now, you couldn’t tease your lover for his odd little habit of needing to hold your most sensitive parts… the warmth was nice.

Any intentions you had of being bratty slowly slipped out the window. Your eyelids heavy, sleep’s embrace enveloping you within the warmth of the blankets and Caleb’s body heat. Maybe you’d truly succeed next time.

Caleb wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep before his bleary eyes were met with the dark bedroom. It was still quite late…early? Either way, no where near sunrise.

He had attempted to roll over in his sleep, legs shifting so his hips could do most of the work.

That was when he felt it. Something warm, small, and oddly familiar just below his pants. His hand moved erratically, landing on the blankets just above his groin.

Slowly, while his brain was still thick with sleep and not quite processing everything at once, he realized it was your hand wrapped around the base of his dick. A half-delirious laugh rattled his chest, the smirk on his face dopey.

It seems you had learned from the best… he couldn’t exactly be mad at you for that now could he?

Warning, this post includes: smut, threesome (MxMxF), oral (both Zayne and reader receiving), Sylus brat taming his favorite hunter and favorite surgeon, teasing, and dirty talk.

Maybe I’m ovulating but I cannot stop thinking about how perfect the SnowCrow x Reader dynamic would be.

Banner from @cafekitsune <3

Sylus has come to adore the both of you very much, finding Zayne to be a sweet black cat while you are his spunky and unpredictable orange. You both bring beautiful additions to his life, lighting up his dreary nights.

Sylus is rather addicted to watching you and Zayne interact, finding the surgeon’s soft smiles and sparkling eyes utterly adorable. Your shared laughter and soft touches tug at his heart. He used to grimace at the idea of sharing you, but now he realizes there is no sharing involved. Somehow, Zayne has won his heart too.

All three of you have quite the bad habit of staying up late, sometimes for work, sometimes due to overtime, and sometimes due to insomnia.

Sylus has always thrived at night, so he doesn’t mind the company. But when both of you are bleary eyed and have dark circles beginning to form, the leader of Onychinus takes it upon himself to coddle the two of you until you’re in his bed, under his covers, sound asleep.

His brave little hunter and his smart little surgeon.

Though, it’s not always that easy. Sylus thought you were quite stubborn, but he didn’t realize how stubborn you could be when Zayne was right there with you.

“ice?”

“shaved ice. there’s a difference.”

“ice.”

“yes, but it’s differe—”

“we’re in a line the length of a giraffe’s unfurled entrails, in the blistering sun and sweltering heat, for…ice. correct me if i’m wrong—that is what’s happening here, right, sweetie? i’m not hallucinating from heat exhaustion?” eyebrow raised to the sky, sylus gestures in front of you toward the admittedly endless queue for the snow cone shack. 

“well, if you are, the ice will help,” you retort, shuffling half an inch farther in line. “see! we’re moving forward. we’ll be at the front in no time!” 

just as he starts to respond, a child in front of you abandons his place in line. you’re incredibly eager to steal it—until he faces you with pouted lips and sweat running down his round cheeks. he barely hesitates before turning his big blue eyes on sylus. “you have a rolex,” he says matter-of-factly.

Riding Sylus while he's working on his motorcycle.

You can't help yourself, not when he's laying flat on his back, the gray t-shirt riding up his abdomen, his muscles flexing as he twists random bolts and adjusts certain parts of his bike, oh and don’t forget the little noises—

It’s mouthwatering, you didn’t think it was possible for you to crave him any harder than you already did. But this? Oh this infuriatingly, effortlessly enticing display as you ready to start barking like a goddamn bitch for him.

You’re moving before your brain can properly catch up with yourself. Quick strides across his expansive garage just to stand over him, one leg on each side of his hips.

“Need something, kitten?” Of course he sensed you, but he made no effort to push out from under his bike.

“Yeah, Sy. I think I do.” And you drop down, straddling his waist and resting the full weight of your body directly over his groin. “Oh? Help yourself, kitten. You know I don’t mind.” He’s already twitching beneath you, steadily coming to life. You nearly forgot how much Sylus loved when you used him for your own gain. Turns him on so easily…

“Act like I’m not even here, Sy.” And you know that’s impossible for him, but you want him to keep working on his bike while you have your fun. His response is a quiet hum, fingers skillfully screwing another piece in.

You’re too eager to wait, lifting yourself enough to yank at the buckle and zipper of his pants. Pulling him straight from the confines of his briefs moments later. “Eager.”

A gentle, yet smug whisper. And you can’t be bothered to deny his comment, fingers wrapping around the twitching length of his cock. Feeling his warmth, his weight in your palms, your mouth watering at the sight.

You let the saliva pool, opening your mouth to let your tongue fall out. The drool dripping obscenely from your tongue and landing directly on his flushed tip. Mixing with the dribble of precum that oozes out. “Needy.”

You manage to shoot back eventually, but there is no real bite to your words. No, you’re too focused on yanking whatever layers keep your lower half from being on his. “Kitten, while you’re here, can you pass me that little red box to the left of your leg? Can’t reach.”

Despite not being able to see his face, you swear you hear the smirk in his words. “Got it.” And you reach forward, grabbing the box and sliding it slowly up his stomach, then his chest, finally within reach for him to grab.

Just as you lean backwards, you position him at your entrance. Sinking in with just a tad of resistance, but your mind was too cloudy with lust to properly prep yourself for him and his considerable size. “Kitten.”

A strained warning, he didn’t exactly like when you skipped steps. He’d be livid if you got yourself hurt using his cock. But dammit, you’d rather beg for forgiveness than wait for his permission. “…’m fine, Sy. Keep-shit-keep working.”

Surprisingly, he does, but you can sense the strain in his movements. You can visibly see his abdomen constrict as you bottom out, jaw going slack as he presses nearly uncomfortably into your cervix.

An addictive mix of pleasure and pain, unavoidable with his size, but you’ve come to truly enjoy the bite.

You can’t exactly ride him the way you desire with the way you are now, knees pressing into the concrete of his garage. So, you lift yourself slowly, whimpering at the drag of his length against your walls, and adjust your footing.

Now, you’re squatting on him, something that makes your cheeks burn, but it provides you with the stability you need. “Shit, you’re so big.” Your hands splay across his abdomen, pushing the material of his shirt up higher.

“So you’ve told me, once or twice…” but you’re sinking again, and it cuts him short as he’s wrapped in your heat fully. “Shut that pretty mouth and keep working.” You command him, feeling him shudder before resuming his initial task. He loved when you ordered him around, too.

Sylus considered himself free use for you. Whenever you wanted him, wherever you wanted him, he was yours.

Your hips found a steady rhythm, dragging yourself up and down his cock until the movements were met with no resistance. Just the velvety smooth glide of skin on skin.

Each time your hips fell, you were met with the addicting pressure against your cervix, nearly doubling you over. Wanton moans slipping past your lips in huffs, sweat building along your hairline as you tried to fuck yourself on him similarly to how he’d fuck you normally.

But dammit, it really was a lot of work.

“S-Sylus…” and you know he knows, because you feel his legs adjust behind you. “Hold on.”

Your head is craning back, eyes widening slightly as you see him brace his two leather boot clad feet on the floor. His knees bend, nearly bumping you forward. You’re left fisting the material of his shirt with one hand, and gripping the leather of his bike seat with the other.

“Work with me, kitten. I’ll help you out.” And he thrusts upwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips before you can process what he means. Then, he picks up where you left off. Somehow still fiddling with the underside of his bike while his hips piston up into your hot cunt.

You bring your hips down to meet each thrust, the steady pap pap of your bodies connecting threatens to make your eyes roll back. The fleeting friction against your aching clit is enough to have your walls fluttering, the string tightening as your cunt is overwhelmed with pleasure.

“S-shit I’m gonna cum…”

Sylus doesn’t answer you verbally, rather, he thrusts deeper. Letting you grind yourself against him until you’re seeing stars before continuing his previous pace.

The air in your lungs seems to freeze, entire body stiffening as you grip onto him like a vice. Your orgasm rips through you, your walls immediately spasming around him as a you soak his hips with your release. You barely come down, vision clouded with stars when you feel him pour into you.

It’s only when he stops twitching that he finally pushes himself out from under his bike, both of you flinching as you not so gently bottom out again. He’s sweaty, oil and bike grime smeared on his cheeks and arms. But he looks blissed out, not quite sated, but relaxed.

~ these are just random little ideas I have about each love interest, like a previous post I made, most of these have no prior canon lore to back the claim. Just based on vibes.

You and Rafayel plan your arguments. Contrary to popular belief, you two don’t fight often at all. Due to that, you two like to role play arguments for giggles. It usually ends when one of you can’t keep it together and/or the argument turns real. Which usually means it’s time to tap out and do some damage control.

You and Sylus dedicate at least twenty minutes of time before bed to lay together and gossip. It’s like having a sleepover with your bestie. You get settled, face each other, and just go on and on about whoever and whatever until your eyelids are heavy and he can’t stop yawning.

You and Zayne frequently shower together. It’s your favorite way of getting a little quality time in before starting your days. 9/10 times it doesn’t lead to sex either, just soft giggles shared under a warm stream of water while you discuss what your days hold and when to expect the other to arrive home. You even plan out your dinner for the night while shampooing his hair.

You and Xavier garden together. Not that kind of gardening, actual gardening on his balcony with plants you’ve adopted from Jeremiah’s shop. You’ve given them all names, have a detailed care plan hanging on Xavier’s fridge, and the passcode to his apartment if he’s off in a no hunt zone. They’re your babies.

You and Caleb have spa nights. I’m talking mani/pedi, face mask, hair mask, under eye patches, lymphatic massages, the whole nine yards. Caleb shaves your legs for you as a thanks for shaving his stubble since he always cuts his face up. But with your legs? He’s so gentle, so careful, doesn’t miss a single hair. He also rocks the black nail polish you applied to his fingers.

Rafayel takes note of what perfumes you buy, and jots down his thoughts on them. He’s still a little traumatized (heavily turned on) by that one perfume. The one you only have an unlabeled bottle of, the one you use to rile him up. So he takes down the scent notes from your other fragrances to try and compare to the unlabeled bottle but dammit he gets so… distracted that he can only recall one possible note at a time.

Sylus stole one of your trinkets — it was a duplicate figure from a blind box — and keeps it in his pocket whenever he goes out on business. It’s his way of keeping a piece of you with him all the time. The silly little thing makes him smile like a moron when he feels it in his pocket or sets it out on the table before him while he works. He’s named it his “mini kitten” and he’ll send you pictures of it on his travels.

Zayne designed your engagement ring himself one afternoon while listening to a colleague drone on and on about research he already knew by heart. He draws well, steady hands and precise eyes aided him in school when he had to draw out anatomy diagrams. But now? He can doodle for fun and it turns out pretty damn good. So he spent the meeting designing your ring, eager to make it real.

Xavier has a list of baby names saved on his phone. Any time he heard one he liked, he’d open his note app and jot it down. At this point, he has nearly thirty names saved, and has even discussed the topic with you and added some additions. Perhaps he’s too invested now, because all of his recommended items are baby clothes and furniture. It’s giving him baby fever.

valko x reader x caleb (wolf apple)- AGAIN YES Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. Overstimulation, 3som, Rough, Mild Dubcon.

“Nuh uh uh where you running off to?”

Caleb’s brows furrowed as he dragged your hips right back, slamming them into his own with a wet plap. You dug your nails into the sheets, tears blurring your vision as your pleading gaze met the golden-eyed wolf hovering over you.

“He’s not gonna help you, Pips. Besides, you like my dick better anyway, don’tcha?” He leaned over your back to reach your face, squishing your cheeks together in his hand. 

“C’mon, tell him your gege fucks better. Tell him this pretty cunny belongs to me.” Caleb flashed a smug grin, nipping and biting along the line of your jaw.

Huffing, Valko reached over, and in a blur of motion, you were manhandled until you were flipped and your back was pressed firmly against his own chest. Caleb let out a whine as your tight pussy was pulled right off his length.

“That’s enough. He’s being a meanie, isn’t he?” Valko cooed softly, pressing soothing kisses along your shoulders and neck. You nodded, sniffling with a pout.

Caleb, still panting, leaned back to stroke his throbbing, almost painfully erect cock. “Traitor. You’re gonna regret that,” he warned, a brazen smile cutting across his face.

Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but your voice was cut short as you felt a pair of hands lift you up and slam you right back down onto a massive intrusion.

“Shit- what the fuck ko?!” You gasped, fighting to keep your quivering thighs steady. 

“’m sorry, babygirl. Can’t have that idiot talking smack, can we? Gotta remind you who really fucks you better.”

And that was all you heard before Valko began rutting up into you at an inhuman pace, his balls smacking obscenely against your ass as he bottomed out with every single thrust.

“Oh, fuuuck you,” Caleb rolled his eyes playfully before moving to take his place right in front of you, admiring the way your tits bounced up with every hit. He cupped and kneaded one of them while continuing to stroke himself.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, Pips,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the outline of Valko’s dick pushing against your lower belly, moving with his thrusts. He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, shoving his tongue straight into your mouth.

Tears were streaming down from the overstimulation of the two men thoroughly ruining you. “I-I can't–” A sharp sting of pain cut you off as Caleb bit down hard on your bottom lip. 

He drew back just enough to look at you, smirk dripping with amusement. “Tsk. Too late. You’ll just have to take it now.” 

“Mhmm, that’s it, babygirl.” Valko snarled into your ear. “Go on, help him out. Look at how it's throbbing.” Valko’s hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head down toward Caleb’s waiting cock. 

Obediently, you leaned down, resting your weight on your elbows as you wrapped your wet lips around the tip, intending to take him in slowly. Caleb hissed at the heat of your mouth, but being as greedy as he was, he shoved his entire length straight down your throat in one slick push, making your eyes roll back into your head.

They are so mean when they fuck you.

Doesn’t go as he thought it would, but he’s not put off by it.

This fishing trip was during the day, but the large canopy trees hanging over head made the area shady and cool. Sylus stood in a the middle of the river, enjoying the activity of casting his line out to potentially catch something.

When you agreed to join him, he imagined that you’d also be holding a rod and trying to catch unsuspecting fish.

Instead… just up the bank to his right you were at the muddy shore. You were absolutely filthy, arms caked in mud up to your elbows. Some was speckled across your face and in your hair. You were unapologetically playing in the mud and water, making something you called “mud pies” where you’d use blades of grass as garish.

It was a lightning in a bottle moment he wanted to capture and preserve forever. All he could see was a glimpse into the little kid you used to be. He felt that familiar pressure settle in his chest. A welling of absolute fondness and other raw emotion that you trusted him with this. Trusted him in allowing him to witness the rare indulgence of an inner child. A pure, innocent desire to simply… play.