What was that pipsqueak

you watch zayne roll his sleeves upto his elbows, his eyes watching you on the bed.

right by your head is a tiny jar of small heart shaped sugar candies. you tilt your head, leaning into the mattress with a knowing smile. “you’re looking at me like you’re going to run an experiment, doctor.”

“not quite,” zayne murmurs, voice dropping to a velvety purr. he reaches into the jar and pulls out a tiny sugar heart. “but, i think you’d quite like what we’re about to do.”

he doesn’t place it on your skin right away. instead, he slides his large hand behind your neck, lifting your head slightly, and presses the cold candy right between your lips.

“open,” he commands softly.

the second the sugar hits your tongue, zayne leans down at covers your mouth with his.

the kiss is deep and heavy, his warm tongue immediately tangling with yours to melt the candy between you. the sweetness coats your mouth, turning his kisses completely frantic. zayne groans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and holding your tighter until you’re whining for air.

when he finally breaks away, his green eyes are dark and incredibly hazy.

“so sweet,” he breathes, his thumb wiping away the sugary saliva from your bottom lip. “i think the rest of your body could use a dose, yes?”

and so he does it. zayne places the candies all over your body- carefully sucking, biting and kissing his way down. you moan and twist your body, unable to bear his sweet, sweet torture.

“z-zayne...” you whine.

he simply moves lower, trailing wet kisses down your chest. you arch your back, your thighs parting automatically as you ache for him, but zayne gently clamps his hands on your knees, keeping you still.

“behave,” he chides.

zayne takes a few more candy hearts and presses them right against your slick, swollen clit. you let out a loud gasp, your toes curling into the sheets at the feeling of cold candy against your heated core.

“ah...zayne..p-please...” you whimper, hips jerking up instinctively.

“look at me,” zayne requests, his voice dropping to that thick register that always makes your cunt throb. he holds your thighs open, watching the way the candy hearts melt into your glistening folds. “let it dissolve. you look so beautiful right now.”

you obey his words, looking up at him with tears in your eyes as you spread your legs wider for him.

“such a good girl,” zayne whispers, his serious front breaking at the sight of how much you want him. “so sweet for me.”

he buries his face between your legs. his warm tongue swipes flat and heavy over your clit, swallowing the melted sugar and your wetness in one deep, greedy stroke.

a loud broken cry rips from your throat. zayne dosen’t hold back, your sobs of pleasure only motivating him to suck harder. his mouth suctions over your swollen cunt, tongue moving in a fast relentless rhythm. the mix of the sweet melting candy and his hot mouth is overwhelming.

“zayne! ah-h...i-i’m coming!” you let out, fingers tangling into his raven hair.

zayne simply hums into your skin, his hands tightening on your thighs to completely drink you in. the deep vibration of his voice against your cunt makes drives you straight over the edge. your body shatters into a violent climax, walls pulsing hard.

he stays right there, licking through every wave of your release until you are sobbing from the sheer pleasure.

​when he finally crawls up your body, his lips are wet and his eyes are soft with satisfaction. He presses his heavy frame against yours, capturing your mouth in another deep messy kiss that tastes entirely of you and sugar.

​“zayne..” you breathe out, completely wrecked and shaking under his weight.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)

He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.

Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.

Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.

2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.

Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.

While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)

3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.

If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.

He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.

4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.

Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.

5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.

Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.

In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!

do you think you could write caleb dealing with mc’s first hangover? i think it’s such a cute idea, i think he’s be mix between caring and being frustrated at her for being irresponsible (lowkey cope for me getting too drunk at the weekend 🥲)

Also answering this lovely,

I thought I might do a little palate cleanser of a little bit of fluff before we jump back into the smut tomorrow ;)

(But ah, couldn't help myself, I added smut anyway. IM OVULATING LEAVE ME ALONE)

This is part two to my previous fic, With All Due Consequences. You don’t have to read it first, but I highly recommend it!

🔞 MDNI | Features a little bit of smut with fluff and aftercare.

You drifted into consciousness, fluttering your eyes open to the feeling of being intensely parched. As your sleep shook off from you entirely, you were met with the fact of you being in your bed, accompanied by the now searing pain shooting across your entire body, mainly your head. The events of last night all came rushing back.

The hours and hours Caleb had spent thoroughly ruining you, making sure you etched the consequences of your disobedience deep into your mind. 

“You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?” 

With your makeup smeared, your lashes wet, and your face completely fucked out, you nodded like a tamed little pet. He had wiped your tears away, his voice dripping with amusement and indulgence. You were terrified he would draw yet another orgasm out of you, remembering how Caleb had occupied your little hole with everything he could find throughout the night. His fingers, his tongue, his dick, he had even pulled out sex toys just to overstimulate you, making you squirt, clench, and scream until you almost lost your grip on reality. The pleasure had only intensified with all the alcohol in your system. 

By the time he was done, you were left a limp mess on the bed, your head swirling and your pussy throbbing. Chuckling, Caleb slid the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead to the side and gave you a gentle kiss on your temple. He picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom and placing you gently into the tub before running the hot water. His demeanor was completely tender now, kneeling beside the porcelain tub, he caressed your flushed cheek with the back of his knuckles, placed soft kisses throughout your face, and cooed sweet praises into your ear. 

Stripping off his own clothes, he got into the bath with you. He let your head rest against his chest as he attentively cleaned every part of your body, smiling to himself when he noticed your pussy was still leaking fluids in the aftermath. An evil part of him brushed against your clit a second too long, relishing the way your eyebrows scrunched in your half-asleep state. 

Regardless of his teasing, he dressed you, balancing your deadweight body with his dependable arms. He made sure you ate something to fully sober up, then gave you electrolytes to combat the impending hangover.

His to ruin, his to care for, he thought as he tucked you in, shielding you with his warmth and comfort. 

Coming back to the present, you instinctively tried to get up, but a strong pair of arms immediately caged you, pulling you right back into the warmth of the blankets. 

Glancing behind you, you met the sweet face of your boyfriend. His hair cascaded over his forehead in a messy bedhead that somehow still looked perfect on him, while the morning sun kissed his skin a golden shade. Stirring awake, he smiled down at you drowsily and pulled you even closer into his embrace. The sudden movement made your head spin, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through your skull, causing you to hiss quietly. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed. Caleb pulled away slightly, his brow furrowing as he caressed your cheek with concern. Understanding exactly what was wrong, he shifted to sit up, reaching over to the nightstand to conjure up a bottle of water and a painkiller. 

You smiled up at him gratefully. You never had to explain what you needed to Caleb; understanding you came as easily to him as breathing. He didn’t even give you the chance to take the pill yourself. Effortlessly pulling your body up to sit, he used his thumb to gently part your lips, slipping the medication inside. He immediately followed up by pressing the water bottle to your lips, watching attentively as you desperately gulped down the liquid, draining the entire bottle in one go while his fingers stroked your hair. 

Not ready to exit your soft cove just yet, the two of you stayed wrapped in bed until long past noon. When it was finally time to move, it was only because Caleb insisted you needed to eat if you wanted to feel any better. You hitched a ride on his back, clinging to him like a barnacle as he carried you into the kitchen. He set to work making his signature hangover recipe, while you leaned in, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. 

Caleb had completely returned to his usual, boyish self, there was almost no sign of the version of him you saw last night. In fact, you would have thought your drunk self dreamt it all up, if not for the myriad of physical reminders he left all over your body. From bruises on your hips because of how tightly he gripped you, and hickeys blooming across your chest, neck, and thighs, to the undeniable soreness between your legs. 

But Caleb did more than make up for it, treating you like a fallen soldier. But then again, you were, so you clung to him while he pressed apologetic kisses on every mark he had left you with, gave you soothing massages, and fed you snacks all day. He would never admit it, but Caleb loved whenever you were sick or hungover, something about you being a little more soft, pliant, and a bit more dependent on him. Most of all, he would have the biggest excuse to stick to you. Being the clingy boy he is, it was all under the guise of taking care of you, while he selfishly hogged you all to himself all day long. 

Perm: @lanalemonn @hilliserose 

Pervleb Drabble

content °✧୨ৎ psuedocest! gege+meimei use, him setting up small situations to be pervy, manipulation a little, him getting off beside you w/out you knowing, his fantasies are dub-con, pussy eating mentioned.

a/n °✧୨ৎ This is not proofread. I had originally planned to use some of this for longer pervleb fic (but more detailed) & I still might. I really want to expand on some of this and show his descent into deeper depravity/have him act on his fantasies.

He tries to be good, but it’s an endless losing streak. Each visit home, he fails. Every you that greets him is somehow even more beautiful—a constant evolution into something lovelier.

He detects each change in your body. Every curve is memorized too effortlessly. He’s built a map of your entire figure, accounting for what’s unseen with vivid estimations.

Your trust is exploited. He’ll orchestrate small inconveniences with foul motives. It happens repeatedly, yet you never show any suspicion. Things will be placed on higher shelves just to observe your struggle. While attempting to reach, you’ll let out those cute frustrated huffs. Your shirt might raise to offer a glimpse of your belly, your ass will bounce as you hop to gain height. And when you’re wearing those tiny shorts he cautioned against, it’ll reveal a little more.

He always imagines following the sick urges. The opportunity is constantly being dangled in front of him. He could easily pin you to the counter and have you feel what you do to him. His thick cock would press into your back while he touches everything he’s longed to. And you don’t even have to move. He’d get on his knees and devour your cunt from behind, dragging his face over your folds until he’s covered in fluid. You’d be shaking, desperately dripping onto the floor. Then he may just lick it all up in front of you; your horrified reaction would be priceless.

But for now, he refrains. He just watches closely, waiting for you to inevitably call for him. Your dependence stirs something twisted inside him.

In exchange for his help, he may have you praise him or outright beg. It’s not the type of playful teasing you believe it is. It’s far less pure than you assume.

You’ve learned what works best when you need something, and he always ensures there is something. There’s one simple phrase that will make him do practically anything you wish.

‘Pleaaseee gege.’

When he hears that, he can barely restrain himself. It’s just too fucking easy to envision you whining for your gege in another context. That’s probably how you’d beg for his cock, all sweet and needy for him. He knows you would. He knows you so well, you’d love being stuffed full of him.

He envisions that while taking care of the brutal throbbing left by your sweet words. He prefers to do so right beside you—pumping his dick while watching you sleep, or under the blanket while you sit together on the couch.

One day, he won’t hide it. He’ll show you just how much he adores his meimei.

You changed into one of Caleb’s shirts, the hem falling just above your thighs. You didn’t bother to wear pants — to Caleb’s luck. His gaze lingers on your bare legs. “Should I be worried about that look?” “Afraid I might do something to you?” Caleb jokes, but there’s a hint of anticipation in his eyes. “Not at all” you play with him & watch his cocky smile disappear instantly.

Caleb clears his throat. Slightly flustered, he leans back on the couch. You chuckle at his brief loss of composure. “But aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?” you ask, moving now to sit on his lap and pressing gentle kisses along his neck.

You feel his cock hardening against your inner thigh, the space in his jeans tightening. You rub your knee against his cock, so you can hear his soft whimpers. Caleb’s eyes darken, his body tenses up. “That’s a dangerous way to look at me, Caleb.” you purr, his cock throbbing from the sound of your voice.

it's more an instinct than a rational decision - after all, rafayel doesn't do anything bad. it's just... after countless bad experiences and relationships that drained you, it's hard to believe in true love once it shows up.

you know rafayel's intentions are pure. you can feel that his heartbeat resembles the sound of your name. you are aware of it all... and yet, you still hesitate each time he gets a little bit too close.

you're just scared; and you know it. words of your past lovers calling you too much and too broken, asking you what's wrong with you once the doubt clouded your mind and fear started to claw under your skin.

you just needed reassurance, some tender attention. you just craved a little bit of love. is that so wrong? does that turn you into a monster?

perhaps, you are one. perhaps, this is why you keep on hurting rafayel now.

guilt gnaws at you, making your head spin with worries. it hurts. you're so terrified of feeling this pain again that you can't open up. you can't come to rafayel and confess that your heart is too heavy for anyone to handle, and you will only end up hurting him more and more–

a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the faint scent of sea breeze and vanilla fills your senses, causing your heartbeat to slow down ever so slightly.

rafayel is here. he sees you in your worst crying form... and doesn't leave.

quite the opposite, he treats you like you're a fragile little treasure in the palm of his hands. you suck in a breath as he turns you around to look at you properly, his eyes - focused yet ever so gentle - scan your features, searching for any trace of pain hiding within. his thumb runs over your cheek. your eyes flutter shut.

"it's okay." rafayel whispers softly, tenderly. "i'm here, yeah? nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. i will protect you, just stay right here."

slowly, you take a deep breath. your fingers instinctively curl on the material on his shirt, more an instinct than a rational thought.

"but i am–"

"i will want you no matter what you become. in every shape or form, you are the one i love."

something about rafayel's words - maybe it's the hint of desperation in his voice, maybe it's the way he looks at you as if losing you is his greatest fear - makes you freeze.

a second passes, then another.

putting rafayel on a sex ban since that night he accidentally hurt you. it wasn’t something big. rafayel was just pulling an orgasm after orgasm from you, overstimulating to the point of tears falling down your cheeks. since it was your first time with him, it got overwhelming real fast and you had asked him to stop. rafayel, who was lost in the pleasure of pleasing you, quickly stopped at the sound of your voice cracking and your weak attempt to shove him off. the lemurian wouldn’t ever dare to hurt his beloved, immediately arranged an aftercare session after. you fall asleep safely in his arms while he gave you soft kisses on your face. you decided a sex ban was more than necessary after that incident. rafayel didn’t complain much. “it’s okay. you can take your time, cutie.” 

for the first few days, it was fine for you. not for rafayel. he got to taste you, feel you, touched you in every way possible, see your vulnerability, and feel the intensity of the love from you and him. how was he supposed to act normal after? he needs to indulge in the feelings again. and that’s how he finds himself in this situation. he swore he wasn’t taking advantage or hurting you. he just loves you so much. words or paintings he spent hours on making couldn’t describe the love he is having for you. you were sleeping peacefully, all exposed and defenseless on his bed. you were wearing his shirt with your underwear on. the pink one with a tiny bow at the centre, his favourite pair. 

he lay down beside you, taking in the sight of you. he couldn’t help himself but to slipped his hand past your panties. fuck, you’re wet. he let out a dry chuckle. “oh, cutie. you want me, huh? did you dream about me?” his fingers began to work as he rubbed on your clit. he exhaled deeply as his gaze turned to your sleeping face. “you’re so cruel for this, cutie. how could you put me on a ban? you know i can’t live without you.” his other hand slipped past his sweatpants, gripping his already hard cock. “f-fuck… n-need you, cutie…” he continued on rubbing your clit until he heard an involuntary soft moan coming from you. “…you like that? of course, you do. c’mon, give me more…” his fingers moved to your soaked cunt, before he shoved his fingers inside you. 

your body was jolted awake at the sensation. your vision was blurry as you saw rafayel beside your figure. it took you about a minute to realise he had his fingers inside you. “rafayel…? w-what are you doing…?” upon realising you’re awake, he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “just giving you what you need.” you try to shove him away, but it was a  useless attempt as he pinned you down. “i already said you’re on a ban…” he just replied with a hum, staring at you with a darkened gaze. “i know, cutie. but i need you so badly. i want to love you. i want to touch and worship your body until every part of it becomes mine.” 

for a moment, you forgot how rafayel isn’t a human. he doesn’t understand how human’s morality works. saying no and asking him to stop wouldn’t work. the ban was useless. you stopped fighting him as you let your body indulge in the pleasure. “that’s it, cutie. isn’t it better when you stop fighting and just let me worship you?” he leaned in and kissed your lips, while his fingers pumped in and out of your soaked pussy. he switched to rub and pinch your clit, making you cry out into his mouth. he pulled away, taking in the pathetic sight of you. “oh, cutie. i haven’t even give my all yet you’re crying? you are so sensitive. i should have known. you are just a human, after all.” a mean chuckle escaped his lips. he was giving you a mock sympathy and that made you feel like you wanted to burst more. “do you wanna cum, cutie? I can feel that you’re close. wanna make a mess on my fingers, yeah?” he fastened his pace, rubbing and fingering you. your hips bucked as you could feel reaching the peak. “y-yes… raf…! let me cum…! please!” 

just as you were about to ride your high, rafayel pulled his fingers away. you whimpered at the loss feeling. you were so close, why did he stop? “raf… why…? i was close…” you cried as your hips jerked up to search for any friction to satisfy your need. but he held you down, as he smiled at you. “didn’t you cry and sob the last time i made you finished- like what, 4 times? i thought you didn’t like it, cutie. figure edging would make you feel better.” 

xavier!

xavier prefers tits. he loves it when he gets to bury his face in your soft, squishy tits. when he gets sleepy during movie marathon at night with you, he rests his head on your shoulder first, before that freak suddenly turned his head to your chest and breathe you in as if he couldn’t live without having his face squeezed in between your soft tits.  oh he doesn’t forget to cup one, or maybe two of your tits with his big hands if he’s feeling greedy (which he always does). when cuddling, his hands would always slipped under your shirt and if you’re wearing bra, he would just unhook it so he could cup it with his hands. “what do you need a bra for? i can hold it for you. i can keep it warm too.” oh another reason he prefers your tits is probably because he loves boobjob. he could feel his precum dripping out more and more when he placed his hard cock between your soft tits. the way your soft skin rubbed his cock and the heat between them makes him want to burst right at your face. you would let him tho, wouldn’t you?

zayne!

it’s known that zayne likes your back. he would always gets and spoils you with outfits and suspiciously all of it somehow has a way to show off your back. you figured it out yourself with the way he would always has you on all fours and him taking you from behind. he gets the meanest and roughest in that position. if he didn’t have any self control, he would love to breed you in that position too. but that’s his dirty secret and let it be that way.  zayne wouldn’t hesitate to say your back if you asked him which part of your body is his favourite. but if you specifically asked, ass or tits, the doctor would probably go for ass. he loves how it jiggles whenever his hip thrusts into you. when the soft skin of your ass turned red from his spankings whenever you’re being bratty, he feels like being meaner. “you love getting on my nerves, don’t you? it’s like you actually want me to punish you.” it’s okay, zayne will just spanks you while he pounds you from behind! after all, you do love getting punished by him.

rafayel!

it is hard to tell which part of your body rafayel is into. the artist loves to worship every inch of your skin and body. he gives all of them equal love and affection, never forgetting to kiss every part of you. however, you do notice he gives your tummy a little more attention than the others. you don’t understand how he would love your tummy more, you don’t really like it but oh well. whenever you are cuddling with him, he loves to give a little rub to your belly. when things get heated, he would lower his head down to your tummy to give it kisses. if he’s feeling possessive, you would find him leaving a few bite marks and hickeys. he could get off to your belly alone. you would lay there feeling exposed, looking up at him while he strokes his throbbing cock above your stomach. “how could you dislike a part of you that i really love, cutie? i’m offended.” he would make sure to paint your belly with his warm cum so that you know how he really loves it and shouldn’t dare to dislike his favourite thing. ass or tits? tummy. 

sylus!

sylus makes it obvious how he loves your thighs. his eyes shine bright whenever you wear shorts, mini skirts or a slit dress (bonus if the colour of the dress is red). he is shameless about it too, practically gawking when you dressed the way he likes it for your date with him. sometimes you wouldn’t even make it to the date! bad, greedy sylus is to blame. or is it you for wearing those? his favourite view is when you pair your shorts with one of his shirts. walking around the house, completely clueless that a certain predator is watching you from the corner. be careful to not bend over with that outfit. since he’s also fond of ass, that action isn’t helping you! the moment you bend over, you would feel your feet lifted off the ground, before getting thrown on the bed. “did you do that on purpose, sweetie? what a naughty kitten.” you would see the stars with how he’s eating you out after. his tongue shoved inside your hole while his finger keeps rubbing your clit. oh if you want to make him see stars too (and cums untouched), you should squeeze him with your thighs! he would die a happy man. 

caleb!

random quick drabble ft. bunny hybrid xavier, gender-neutral reader, suggestive, 288 words

You wake up inside the infirmary at the Hunter's Association and the first thing out of your mouth is "Where's Xavier?!"

A gentle hand grabs your shoulder as you sit up, drawing your attention to the person sitting beside you on the bed. Xavier is sitting near you, uninjured and with…bunny ears on top of his head?

The ears stand up straight on top of Xavier's head, poking out of his hair with white fur tapering off to gray fur at the tips. You reach your hand out to poke one of those fluffy ears. It flinches away from you, curling slightly. "What…?"

"The doctors aren't sure, but when that Wanderer showed up, the Protofield fluctuations might've caused this when we were knocked out…" Xavier replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "They said it'll probably disappear on its own in a few days or so."

Your gaze drifts down to tail poking out of Xavier's uniform, right on his tailbone. It's round like a pompom. You cannot resist the urge to flick his tail. Xavier jolts, letting out a quiet yelp. He hurriedly hides his tail, cupping his hand over it protectively. "What are you doing?"

You grin at him. "Playing with my new bunny."

Xavier glares at you. "Be careful. This bunny bites."

"What if I like a bunny that bites?" you fire back.

Xavier moves closer to you, his hands slowly trailing up your thigh. "I don't think you can handle this bunny's endurance."

You surge upwards, snagging a bite on one of his bunny ears. Xavier gasps, his grip tightening on your thighs. You whisper into his ear, and your lips brushing against his sensitive fur have him shivering with anticipation.

"Try me."

it has been known that caleb is a dog. all his actions are just him being a dog. the way he follows you around the house making it look like he got a tail wagging fast. he got that puppy eyes on whenever you’re cuddling with him. the necklace that you gave him before he was leaving for skyhaven? that was literally a dog tag, a sign of claim from you on him. he’s not complaining either. he loves getting claimed and showing off how he belongs to you. his puppy eyes got even worse when you’re not showering him with praises. he also cooks good food for you, so of course he’s expecting a little praise. oh but his eyes are shining bright when you did give him. ‘good boy’ is a classic but he loves that. 

we don’t talk about his rut. it’s the worse thing to ever happen. or maybe the best.  he would have you on all fours, your face is shoved onto the bed with his hand while he bucked himself into you from behind. “f-fuck- pips…! you feel so good…! i’m sorry-!” while maintaining his harsh pace. letting him fuck you during his rut truly is a mistake. all that man want now is breed and breed. “i’m gonna burst in you, pips- fuck-!” his thrust is getting faster as he could feel he was about to cum. your mind was numb from how hard he was fucking you. you could only stay there with your cheeks smooshed onto the bedsheet and take him. “s-shit, p-pips, i’m cumming-!” was what you heard before you feel his warm seed spilling into your womb. “love you pips…” he leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and nuzzled your neck. you thought he was done before you feel his cock hardening again inside you. “i’m sorry pips… seems like i can’t let you rest for tonight.  ❤︎”

summary: drunk caleb got jumped by a needy reader (heavily woman centered)

cw: p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), switch, mean caleb, unprotected sex, a bit of fluff at the end

After the successful high risk mission a few days ago, you're now stuck doing the report and paperwork. You were just thinking of celebrating the successful mission with Caleb. Now it looks like it have to wait.

Also, Caleb mentions he's having a company dinner. It's probably gonna run late. If you both get home at the same time, it also would be great.

Getting bored and sleepy of looking at the words infront of you, you reached out a a piece of chocolate your co-worker gave you just this evening.

"Eat it if you're feeling bored and want energy" is what she said, plus a wink.

You didn't think too much of it and just ate it. Thinking it was just normal chocolate.

After an hour, you finally finish. It was when you are riding the train you are starting to feel uncomfortable. Thinking it was just fatigue piling up, you ignored it.

You try to call Caleb but he didn't seem to be answering it. At last you call Gideon.

And based on the information Gideon gave you, he was drunk and reached home 30 minutes ago (Gideon gave him a ride). Somehow, Gideon offered to get you to Caleb house. You didn't refuse of course.

By the time, you've reached it. The uncomfortable feeling intensified. It got you a bit lightheaded too. Quickly you went to search for him in his bedroom.

And there he is, splayed across his bedsheets looking like a hot mess. Uniforms are still adorned and it makes the uncomfortable feelings turn to heat.

You tiptoed towards him, planning just to observe him but you end up kissing him softly. And it seems it was immensely insufficient.

You made your way on him, ripping off the hands that were covering his face before slamming your lips against his. You start again softly before it quickly turns desperate. He was confused, but when your scent got to him, he quickly relaxed and complied.

You got on top of him and start to take off his uniform. But the actions quickly got thrown out the window when he pulls you for more desperate kisses.

You deepened the kiss, taking the reins to take pleasure from him. Little groans and moans escaped his lips. His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushed a deep crimson colour. Trying his best to process the situation.

"Pips..? What-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence when you decided to kiss him again and continue to bite hard on his neck, leaving desperate kisses all over his exposed skin.

You are getting too hot, sitting up on his abdomen, taking off your clothes and just throwing them anywhere. Only your tie ends up on the edge of the bed. Caleb is blown out, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the newly exposed skin. His hand quickly went behind before you could unclip your bra then tossed it somewhere.

He groans at the sight, hand reaching out to grab a handful of them. Playing with the perked nipples, you can feel his member is slowly hardening underneath his trousers, rubbing deliciously against your clothed cunt.

You lean forward, propping your hand beside his head while continuing to grind against his dick, chasing your own pleasure. The friction makes you moan and you close your eyes.

Caleb then take your nipples into his mouth. Sucking it hard before letting it go. Then take another and do the same. You let out a loud moans at that. You open your eyes and meet with him smirking before he bites hard. You let out a yelp, lean back before instinctively slap him hard.

"What the fuck Caleb?!"

His head turns to the side and he's got a lovestruck expression on his face. It turns into a little chuckle as he turns to look at you again.

"Not my fault you look so delicious. Makes me want to tease you a little."

You glared at him, before quickly ridding your pants and taking off his pants. His big and thick cock slapped against his abdomen. You took hold of him and grind your bare pussy against him. Spreading you love juice on him.

"Yeah? Let's see if you can handle me then," you smirked lining his cock against your opening, "don't even think of cumming tonight."

You take him in one stroke. You let out a loud moan while he groans. His hands shot out to hold your ass. Head thrown back.

"Fuck..." he groans, "you feel so good pips.. pussy made for me only yeah?" He try to move but your hand stop him.

"Who said you can move? Take it like a good boy would you? You will listen to me tonight." You grinned before rocking your pussy for your own pleasure.

"Fuck- yes! Take what you want baby-!"

You grab his hand and pin it beside his head. Holding his down as you take what you need. He interlocked your fingers against him as he tried to kiss you. You obliged as your tempo is getting erratic.

Your moans are getting louder. His cock twitches at your sounds. Your slick and his precum leaking so much, a froth can be seen on his base. Making the 'plap' sounds louder as you use him.

"Just like that baby.. take what you need huh? Fuck, look so damn good. Soo needy.."

"I'm gonna cum-! I'm cumming- I'm cumming! ah- Caleb!" You moan out his name, back arching, thigh shaking as you ride out the high.

But Caleb takes this opportunity to hold you to his chest before propping his legs up and fucking into you, hard. Hugging your waist to prevent you from moving. As he forced you to have another orgasm.

"Ah! Caleb! Wait- fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming again-! I'm cumming! You basta-ah! " You cried out into his neck, biting him to cover your voice.

"You said I'm not cumming tonight, doesn't mean I'm not gonna fuck you though." He flipped you around so you're on your back.

He reached out to take the dangling tie on the edge of the bed, then tying your hand together. He let out a wicked smile when his gaze raked over your form.

Hair splayed out, face flushed from the two continuous orgasms and your still shaking leg.

"Oh fuck..," he smiled, his hand covering his lower face as he takes in the sight of your pussy pulsating against his still hard cock, eyes hungry "you're not gonna get out of the bed tomorrow.. let see if your still gonna scold me if I did cum later though."

He let out a wicked laugh as he quickly got rid of his remaining clothes, before crawling towards you.

"Do you know you have a very cute little pussy? It's mine only right? Nobody is gonna treat her the way I do."

He bit your inner thigh, leaving marks everywhere. Doesn't even care about your whimpering. When your squirming gets a little too much, he holds open your leg using his hands.

"Caleb- please-"

"Please what? You need something? Use your word princess, properly."

"Please lic- AH!"

You don't even get to finish your sentence before he dives down on your pussy. Your hands are about to reach for his head before his evol holds it down.

"Nu-uh. Take whatever I give you, no demands here."

"AH- you fucker-! Caleb- FUCK!" your back arches, trying your best to get away from his assault.

It backfired as he doubled down on you. Lips sucking your clit so hard as he laps at it. His fingers join in a second later, scissoring your inside as your juice drips down his fingers.

You are whimpering uncontrollably. When your high hits you, you don't even process it, but Caleb didn't stop, he continue to ate you out and used his finger to play with your clit. Moving side by side at a rapid motion. You can only scream as the fourth orgasm hits you.

When the tremors slowed down then did he cease his actions. You try to get your breath under control, tears visible from your eye. He reached out to wipe your tears away, kissing you softly.

Then did you take his form, dick still hard, his body.. looks wet?

"Did you realise you squirt pips? You also taste and smell sweet, you're ovulating?" He looks too proud of it and it pissed you off.

"I'm never forgiving you for this!"

"What's that pips? You want more?"

"No-! Wait, Caleb!"

He pulls up your leg, wrapping around his waist. He released his evol.

Your eyes are blown wide, you're trying to ask for forgiveness but it was a bit too late.

"I love fucking you pips." He smiled before he drove home in one stroke.

'Too deep' is all you can think at the moment. Your hand immediately went to grip his shoulders.

He slammed his hips down, groaning at your tightness even after the orgasms he's given you. Leaning down to gaze into your eyes while he's dicking you down is a challenging action on your part.

Your eyes rolled back, legs shaking, your arms grip down hard on the mattress to get a hold of yourself. Loud moans and fat tears being dragged out of you.

"Caleb- I cannot-" you try to say something but it didn't come out as so when he hit your g-spot repeatedly. No mercy was given. He on the other hand seems to take pleasure out of it.

"Look me in the eyes, baby. Come on, you can do it!" He says so almost mockingly.

When you cannot comply with his demand, he delivers a hard stroke and stays still for a while before repeating it a few times.

"Aww, is my baby having a hard time? Where does that attitude go? Is a dick all you need? Does anyone even matter at this point?"

"..a dick- ah! -is still a dick, no matter who- FUCK!"

"Is that so?" A jealousy glimmers in his eyes.

He then takes your leg and puts it on his shoulder before he folds and fucking you again. The bed is creaking, the sheet is wet, pillows are on the floor. Anybody who went in will know what just happened. Your nails leaving streaks of red on his back. But he didn't stop, it seems like it drove him to fuck you harder.

The position has you gasping and almost screaming. His deep and hard stroke makes you feel like you're about to pass out. His hand grabs your face, making you look into his eyes before he kisses you again. Leaving hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. He then takes your nipple to suck and bite hard when he's about to let go.

You can feel your orgasm is near when you feel the familiar tension on your abdomen. He seems to realise it too. He pinches your clit before rubbing it to help you reach your peak.

"AH! CALEB! FUC- IM CUMMING-!!!" You screamed. Nails leaving the indent on his back.

Unfortunately he didn't stop, he keeps fucking into you.

"Fuck! You feel so good pips! Ah.. I'm gonna cum- Can I.. fuck- cum inside?" He tucked his head at your neck, "pleasepleaseplease.."

"fuck it.. you'll let me right??? Fuck pussy feel so good. You're so good for me pips, feel so good too- ahh-!.."

He buried himself so deep, you bet you can feel him even after a week. His cums seem endless, filling you up and leaking out of you. A tiny jerk of his hips makes you come again.

He let out a whimper as the last spurt came out. His body seems to give out. You are gasping for air, trying to get your breath under control and trying to find your voice again.

"...caleb.." you push him aside, and you find him fast asleep.

".. seriously..?" You are about to stand up, when his arms wrap around you and pull you into his embrace. And it doesn't look like he's gonna let you go.

With his dick still inside you, you found yourself drifting to sleep.

-⁠♡-

Caleb stirred awake as the light came in through the tiny gap between the curtain. Just when he's about to reach for his phone, he quickly found out he's not alone. With your soft figure still sleeping in his arms. Preventing him from moving, or more to don't want you to wake up.

A glance at your and his state and the condition of the room, make him remember what has transpired the night before. His expression from happy to see you quickly changes to concern when he remembered what he's done to you.

Him tensing up and small squirming woke you up pretty quickly. Before you can say anything, he's ripping himself off of you, his face is full of guilt. You are still groggy from sleep when he suddenly moves, it left you a bit bewildered.

"I'm sorry.. I don't know what makes me actually like that yesterday, but I'm really really sorry. I'm too rough on you. I deserve to be punished, I didn't mean to be so rough on you. I'm really sorry..."

He looks like a puppy that's about to be abandoned.

You are speechless when you see him apologising profusely. You are about to move to dismiss his worry when pain on your back stops you.

He sees your discomfort and wants to help but he feels like he doesn't deserve to hold you. So he is just squirming around.

"Caleb." You say softly

"Yes!"

"It's technically not your fault because I jump on you. But you are still too much."

He looks down, and if he really is a puppy, he would be whining already. And it makes you want to laugh.

"I can't move, you need to take care of me. You beast." You glared him down.

"Of course! Anything!"

"and I'm sorry, it won't happen again I swear!"

"Who said I wasn't enjoying it?" You look a bit angry.

"..you enjoyed it then?" He almost smirked, but quickly held himself back.

"Bathroom!" You reach out his hand towards him. Evading from answering his question.

"Yes ma'am!" He smiled before lifting you bridal style and brought you to the bathroom to help you wash up.

While you're waiting for the bathtub to fill up, he disappeared back to the bedroom. Changed the sheets and picked up both of your clothes quickly before helping you get into the bath tub.

He then disappeared again.

When you finish washing up, he then reappears—already freshens up—to put clothes on you and brings you late breakfast on the bed.

"So.. what exactly possessed you yesterday? I'm pretty sure I said I'm having company dinner yesterday afternoon." He asks as he hand feeds you food.

"..I accidentally ate chocolate with aphrodisiacs, only a little though.." You evade his eye contact.

"Oh ho, I see. And it still makes you that horny huh?" He smirked. You glared as you threw him a pillow. He caught it easily though.

"I'm still mad you are too rough on me!" You pout.

"Says the one who enjoyed it." You glared at him again.

"Okay, okay. My fault. I'm sorry, it will happen again." Caleb chuckled.

"Caleb!!!" Your face is getting warmer.

Red eyes scoped you, "for what?" he said, the eye brow raise audible at this point.

"Nothing, what if I just want them to be my hench men."

He paused, white strands of hair swaying swinging softly in the AC air. "I was under the impression," he tilted his head, "they were already your personal henchmen."

It was your turn to emote — a pouted lip, only for jokes, and furrowed eyebrows, "No, you are my henchman. They just follow you around."

There was a long pause, the room tone overtaking comfortable silence. Then, something many viewed as a miracle happened. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, laughed. Not for tease, nor for sarcasm. A true laugh. One that shook his shoulders and reverberated through his chest.

"Then you wouldn't need them, you have me."

Caleb - Overstimulation/Cervix kisses

Caleb forced you to hold your own legs up and open, your knees up by your ears with your nails digging into your skin. Each time you let go Caleb would slap your cunt turning you into the pathetic mess that now lay before him. His pace punishing. You'd lost count of how many times you'd been forced to cum in the last hour. Your cheeks were almost as wet as the mess inbetween you both.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry- Fuck! I won't do it again!" You cried, feeling the familiar pressure slowly building up again in your stomach. A white ring of cum was slowly getting more prominent around his cock.

"You already went agaisnt your word, how can I trust you'll keep this one?" He punctuated each word with a thrust, somehow each one deeper than the last. The sounds he was pulling out of you were pornagraphic. The room was filled with its own symphony, your cries combined with the squelching coming from every thrust.

Another sob tore from your throat as your nails dug into his biceps. The necklace you'd give him dangling above you swinging back and forth as if it was trying to hypnotize you.

"Those tears won't work on me this time," He purred leaning down to kiss a tear from your face. "I'm just holding you accountable pips." He grabbed your face with one hand sticking two fingers into your mouth.

"Mmph!" You choked on his fingers but instinctively began sucking

"Good girl...is this why you didn't listen? Don't tell me you wanted me to come home and use you like this?" He teased, slipping his now wet fingers to your clit rubbing circles at the same speed at his thrusts.

Your body arched off the bed with a strangled groan but Caleb wouldn't let up. His fingers relentless with his mission to make you cum again.

"You can always just ask for me to help you relax, you didn't have to go through all this." He murmured between kisses to your neck, forcing another cry from you, he could feel you fluttering around him, even after how many times he'd made you cum already your body still trying to reach another high. His eyes darted from your clit to your face as your body threatened to come apart again.

"Fuck your squeezin' me so tightly." He groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh for leverage.

"Cay!" You sobbed feeling the familiar pressure snap, as your orgasm hit you like a wave, knocking all the air from you as you writhed beneath him blubbering out apology after apology, as he fucked you through it.

When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.

This was proven to be, in fact, false.

This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.

At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.

His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.

It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.

And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.

Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.

You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.

“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”

He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.

“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”

“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”

You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”

Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”

“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.

You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”

🏷 @kamislop @hangenism @clarasthoughtss

! synopsis: in an interrogation, the colonel’s arrogance pissed you off more than anything else. to mock him at least, you decide to give his gun a blowjob... ! tags: nsfw, mdni, colonel!caleb, bratty!reader, powerplay, dubcon themes, dead dove themes, gunplay, use of a baton, oral (m!receiving), manhandling, creampie, swallowing, a closeted perv!caleb ! wc: 3.4k

you sat alone, wrists bound with sleek magnetic cuffs that glinted under the light of an unfamiliar chamber. your hair had fallen loose from the standard tie, clinging to your cheek. dust and stardust smeared along the sleeve of your clothes, a remnant of the chase that led you here.

then the door opened, howbeit not with a rush, but a hush. a deliberate hiss came, the kind that said: someone who doesn’t need to tell you who he was, and someone who already knows exactly what you are.

the colonel entered.

“I’ll be back by 9.” you say, putting on your shoes & about to head out. “Gotcha pips, but don’t be late for dinner, yeah? I’m making your favourite!” Caleb watches you leave and as soon as he hears the clink of the door closing, he heads to the laundry room.

Caleb picks up his favourite pair of panties from your laundry bin — a pale yellow one with tiny ruffles along the seams and a small apple stitched onto the front. “Ovulating, huh?” he whispers to himself as he lifts them to his nose and takes a deep sniff.