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. âyouâre looking at me like youâre going to run an experiment, doctor.â
ânot quite,â zayne murmurs, voice dropping to a velvety purr. he reaches into the jar and pulls out a tiny sugar heart. âbut, i think youâd quite like what weâre about to do.â
he doesnât 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.
âopen,â 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 youâre whining for air.
when he finally breaks away, his green eyes are dark and incredibly hazy.
âso sweet,â he breathes, his thumb wiping away the sugary saliva from your bottom lip. âi think the rest of your body could use a dose, yes?â
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.
âz-zayne...â 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.
âbehave,â 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.
âah...zayne..p-please...â you whimper, hips jerking up instinctively.
âlook at me,â 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. âlet it dissolve. you look so beautiful right now.â
you obey his words, looking up at him with tears in your eyes as you spread your legs wider for him.
âsuch a good girl,â zayne whispers, his serious front breaking at the sight of how much you want him. âso sweet for me.â
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 dosenât 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.
âzayne! ah-h...i-iâm coming!â 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.
âwhen 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.
ââzayne..â you breathe out, completely wrecked and shaking under his weight.
âzayne kisses your cheek tenderly, his breathing just as ragged as yours. âyou did so well for me. but the we arenât quiet done yet. wrap your legs around me.â
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Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul
â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ëâ Ë・âYes Iâm taking this dead serious and you should too⌠Iâm kidding I just think this is funny I wasnât 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 itâs 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 heâd be upset!
Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? Heâd welcome them with open arms.
hiii! iâm soso excited that your requests are open. i love your fics, you really know how to portray the characters perfectly.
do you think you could write caleb dealing with mcâs first hangover? i think itâs such a cute idea, i think heâs be mix between caring and being frustrated at her for being irresponsible (lowkey cope for me getting too drunk at the weekend đĽ˛)
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 donât have to read it first, but I highly recommend it!
đ 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.Â
âYou wanna be my good girl, donât you?âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Perm: @lanalemonn @hilliseroseÂ
⥠Bunny's Note: oops, I got a little carried away and didn't entirely fulfill what the anon asked for, sorry about that! đ But Iâm definitely keeping the idea in mind for the future. I absolutely love exploring the effects of being drunk (you are speaking to a seasoned alcoholic, after all) â á˘.ËŹ.á˘âÂ
content °â§ŕ¨ŕ§ 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 °â§ŕ¨ŕ§ 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 itâs an endless losing streak. Each visit home, he fails. Every you that greets him is somehow even more beautifulâa constant evolution into something lovelier.
He detects each change in your body. Every curve is memorized too effortlessly. Heâs built a map of your entire figure, accounting for whatâs unseen with vivid estimations.
Your trust is exploited. Heâll 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, youâll 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 youâre wearing those tiny shorts he cautioned against, itâll 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 heâs longed to. And you donât even have to move. Heâd get on his knees and devour your cunt from behind, dragging his face over your folds until heâs covered in fluid. Youâd 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. Itâs not the type of playful teasing you believe it is. Itâs far less pure than you assume.
Youâve learned what works best when you need something, and he always ensures there is something. Thereâs one simple phrase that will make him do practically anything you wish.
âPleaaseee gege.â
When he hears that, he can barely restrain himself. Itâs just too fucking easy to envision you whining for your gege in another context. Thatâs probably how youâd beg for his cock, all sweet and needy for him. He knows you would. He knows you so well, youâd 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 youâpumping his dick while watching you sleep, or under the blanket while you sit together on the couch.
One day, he wonât hide it. Heâll show you just how much he adores his meimei.
You changed into one of Calebâs shirts, the hem falling just above your thighs. You didnât bother to wear pants â to Calebâs luck.
His gaze lingers on your bare legs.
âShould I be worried about that look?â
âAfraid I might do something to you?â Caleb jokes, but thereâs a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
âNot at allâ 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.
âBut arenât you afraid of what I might do to you?â 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. Calebâs eyes darken, his body tenses up.
âThatâs a dangerous way to look at me, Caleb.â you purr, his cock throbbing from the sound of your voice.
Calebâs breath is heavy, his eyes locked possessively onto yours.
âShall we test, how much of me you want in you?â you whisper.
âYou donât get to offer yourself like that and think Iâll still let you decide the limits,â he responds.
âMmh, I knowâ you say, unzipping his pants, stroking his cock now. âBut even you must have boundaries, no?â
âTry me!â Caleb replies determined.
You sink down to your knees, eyes never leaving his as you tease his tip slowly, listening to him whimper, before finally taking him deeper into your mouth. You lick every vein on his cock and mark him with gentle bites.
Right before he cums, you sit back up on his lap, squeezing his face firmly in your hands.
âI want you to cum in my mouth, yeah?â
Caleb nods.
âAnd then youâre going to be a good boy and open up for me.â â Calebâs eyes widen. He nods again.
When you welcome his warm cum on your tongue, you sit back on his lap, pull his face closer & watch him obediently part his lips for you. You gently open your mouth, so his cum can spill down into his, both of you now passing his cum from one mouth to another while kissing.
Meanwhile, Caleb reached behind you to finger you, his moans swallowed by your mouth.
âShow me your hand!â you command him.
When he pulls bis fingers back, covered in your juice, you push them into his mouth, making sure he licks every drop off them.
âI want more!â he grunts, his senses lost in greed.
He grabs your hips, lifts you onto his shoulders, your legs wrapped around his neck. He doesnât use his Evol to steady you, he wants to feel your whole weight. He licks your slit from front to back, leaving no spot untouched.
Caleb plays his tongue on you like an instrument, causing you to catch your breath over and over again, not giving you a second to rest. He digs his tongue deep inside of you to please you further, wanting to taste your everything.
After making sure he heard his name spill out from your lips enough times, he puts you down on the couch & spreads your legs. He thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue on your clit, other hand keeping your legs open.
He drills his fingers now with such an intensity into you, every sense of yours blurs together into one. Just when an overwhelming sensation overcomes you, and you scream in blissful agonyâ you both let go.
Caleb catches every flow & juice thatâs coming out of you with his mouth, savouring it as if itâs sacred.
He pulls your legs further up and spits the collected fluids into your asshole, letting it pool on the surface for a moment, before sucking it back in.
He goes back up to you, finds your mouth, and lets the rest of the liquid he hasnât swallowed yet drip into yours.
âGargle it and spit it back into my mouth,â his voice desperate. You do as he says and watch him swallow the now foamy liquid with pleasure.
He then grabs your face again, forces his tongue down your throat while mercilessly pushing his cock up into your hole. Heâs fucking you like a dog in heat until he fills you up, leaving you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
When you thought youâre getting a break, he moves his head between your legs again.
He relishes every fluid thatâs flowing out of youâ yours and his.
âShare with me, Caleb!â you breathe out needy.
Caleb grins as he realises that youâre not that different from him.
He makes sure to fill his mouth with enough of every liquid, before spitting the stirred cocktail into your mouth, followed by another messy kiss of fluids exchange. Half of it is dripping down along your necks, onto your tits.
Caleb isnât wasteful and licks every drop off your body.
When both of you have exchanged & contained enough of each otherâs DNA in your bodies, you hug each other tightly & listen to the thunderstorm outside. Caleb gently runs his fingers through your hair.
âWas that enough of me for you?â you chuckle, breaking the peaceful silence.
Caleb smirks. He grabs your chin, tilts your face toward him and responds:
âI want more. I always want more of you.â
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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 moreâ
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 amâ"
"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.
the fear in your heart remains as it was, and you can still feel it clouding your thoughts. and yet, when rafayel holds you in his arms right now, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this one time you will finally get to know how true love looks like.
tw: dubcon, it could be noncon if you interpret it that way, overstimulation (brief mention), edging, somnophilia, dacryphilia, rafayel is crazy but also a romanticÂ
putting rafayel on a sex ban since that night he accidentally hurt you. it wasnât 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 wouldnât 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 didnât complain much. âitâs okay. you can take your time, cutie.âÂ
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 thatâs how he finds himself in this situation. he swore he wasnât taking advantage or hurting you. he just loves you so much. words or paintings he spent hours on making couldnât 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.Â
he lay down beside you, taking in the sight of you. he couldnât help himself but to slipped his hand past your panties. fuck, youâre wet. he let out a dry chuckle. âoh, cutie. you want me, huh? did you dream about me?â his fingers began to work as he rubbed on your clit. he exhaled deeply as his gaze turned to your sleeping face. âyouâre so cruel for this, cutie. how could you put me on a ban? you know i canât live without you.â his other hand slipped past his sweatpants, gripping his already hard cock. âf-fuck⌠n-need you, cutieâŚâ he continued on rubbing your clit until he heard an involuntary soft moan coming from you. ââŚyou like that? of course, you do. câmon, give me moreâŚâ his fingers moved to your soaked cunt, before he shoved his fingers inside you.Â
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. ârafayelâŚ? w-what are you doingâŚ?â upon realising youâre awake, he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. âjust giving you what you need.â you try to shove him away, but it was a  useless attempt as he pinned you down. âi already said youâre on a banâŚâ he just replied with a hum, staring at you with a darkened gaze. âi 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.âÂ
for a moment, you forgot how rafayel isnât a human. he doesnât understand how humanâs morality works. saying no and asking him to stop wouldnât work. the ban was useless. you stopped fighting him as you let your body indulge in the pleasure. âthatâs it, cutie. isnât it better when you stop fighting and just let me worship you?â 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. âoh, cutie. i havenât even give my all yet youâre crying? you are so sensitive. i should have known. you are just a human, after all.â a mean chuckle escaped his lips. he was giving you a mock sympathy and that made you feel like you wanted to burst more. âdo you wanna cum, cutie? I can feel that youâre close. wanna make a mess on my fingers, yeah?â he fastened his pace, rubbing and fingering you. your hips bucked as you could feel reaching the peak. ây-yes⌠rafâŚ! let me cumâŚ! please!âÂ
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? âraf⌠whyâŚ? i was closeâŚâ 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. âdidnât you cry and sob the last time i made you finished- like what, 4 times? i thought you didnât like it, cutie. figure edging would make you feel better.âÂ
do they prefer ass or tits? (or is there a secret option?)
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 couldnât live without having his face squeezed in between your soft tits. Â oh he doesnât forget to cup one, or maybe two of your tits with his big hands if heâs feeling greedy (which he always does). when cuddling, his hands would always slipped under your shirt and if youâre wearing bra, he would just unhook it so he could cup it with his hands. âwhat do you need a bra for? i can hold it for you. i can keep it warm too.â 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, wouldnât you?
zayne!
itâs 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 didnât have any self control, he would love to breed you in that position too. but thatâs his dirty secret and let it be that way. Â zayne wouldnât 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 youâre being bratty, he feels like being meaner. âyou love getting on my nerves, donât you? itâs like you actually want me to punish you.â itâs 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 donât understand how he would love your tummy more, you donât 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 heâs 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. âhow could you dislike a part of you that i really love, cutie? iâm offended.â he would make sure to paint your belly with his warm cum so that you know how he really loves it and shouldnât dare to dislike his favourite thing. ass or tits? tummy.Â
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 wouldnât 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 heâs also fond of ass, that action isnât helping you! the moment you bend over, you would feel your feet lifted off the ground, before getting thrown on the bed. âdid you do that on purpose, sweetie? what a naughty kitten.â you would see the stars with how heâs 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.Â
caleb!
caleb wasnât breastfed as a child. that poor boy doesnât get enough love when he was a kid. thank god youâre here tho! caleb loves to bury his face in your chest whenever youâre cuddling together. he loves how safe being in your embrace makes him feel. when he gets his hands on you, he never wants to let go. he wants you and him to fuse together, so he doesnât have to worry about you leaving him. and vice versa. you loves burying your face in his chest. thatâs the thing you two have in common, finding comfort in inhaling each otherâs warmness. but caleb has it quite different. while he loves to rest his face in your chest, he loves it more to suck on them. he has this imagination when you bare his kids, and your tits gets all swollen with milk, he would love to help the ache go away with emptying the milk. he wanna be a good and useful husband. heâs also a pervert who sneak up from behind and grope your tits. he does this all the time, while you were doing your laundry, washing your face, or getting ready. you protested but it means nothing to caleb. he wanna touch you all the time. when you got mad, he would just gave you his stupid puppy eyes. âdonât be mad at me pips, please? i just love you so much⌠need youâŚâ sometimes youâre grateful when the harmless groping didnât turned out to both of you fucking like animals because most of the time, it did.Â
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 withâŚbunny 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 outâŚ" 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."
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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 youâre 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. heâs not complaining either. he loves getting claimed and showing off how he belongs to you. his puppy eyes got even worse when youâre not showering him with praises. he also cooks good food for you, so of course heâs expecting a little praise. oh but his eyes are shining bright when you did give him. âgood boyâ is a classic but he loves that.Â
we donât talk about his rut. itâs 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. âf-fuck- pipsâŚ! you feel so goodâŚ! iâm sorry-!â 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. âiâm gonna burst in you, pips- fuck-!â 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. âs-shit, p-pips, iâm cumming-!â was what you heard before you feel his warm seed spilling into your womb. âlove you pipsâŚâ 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. âiâm sorry pips⌠seems like i canât let you rest for tonight.  â¤ď¸â
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.
-â âĄ-
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 reappearsâalready freshens upâto 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.
At that, Caleb laughed heartily and you refuse to continue eating. He console you again after.
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 â 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."
Somehow, Sylus had accepted his fate as your eternal henchman. Not like he'd personally complained, he was yours from the beginning.
What Caleb does to make you stop overworking yourself (very self indulgent of me tbh) also kinda my first time writing smut đŤŁ
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.
"You can apologize all you want, I'm not done with you yet."
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 couldnât 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 didnât understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.
You huffed, trying â and failing â to push his body off of you, âGosh, why are you so damn heavy?â You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.
âToru, get up!â You whisper shouted, âYouâre suffocating me, you oaf.â Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, âAs much as I adore you, Iâd like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.â He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, âYeah, Toru. Me too, get off.â
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. âWhy do you hate me? Iâm just trying to cuddle my wife,â he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.
âNo, youâre suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?â He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, âAre you calling me overweight? Thatâs so hurtful, Iâll have you know I have an amazing physique.â You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, âYes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldnât be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.â
âIâm just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, Iâm trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.â He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, âI just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?â
You giggled, âIt is when Iâm practically being strangled.â Satoru whined louder this time, âItâs not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.â You swatted his shoulder lightly, âBe quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldnât cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.â He pouted, âBut youâre so soft.â
Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, âJust cuddle me like a normal person, okay?â
âBut Iâm not normal,â he sleepily argued.
You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, âI know, baby. I know.â
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! synopsis: in an interrogation, the colonelâs 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 doesnât need to tell you who he was, and someone who already knows exactly what you are.
the colonel entered.
tall, meticulous, draped in regulation black. silver insignias gleamed on his collarbone, catching the sterile light. he simply shuts the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, watching you. âyou're not listed in any fleet registry, so either someone went through a lot of trouble to scrub you cleanââ he reached into the inner lining of his uniform and retrieved a slim baton. âor you were never meant to be here in the first place.âÂ
your breath hitched, but your face didnât change. he twirled the baton in his fingers - slowly, like a man spinning thought between his hands - before he drifted behind you. âyour infiltration logs were brilliant, iâll give you that,â you felt the baton before you saw it, its cool metal brushing lightly against the curve of your neck. it was just there, ghosting over your pulse.Â
âwho are you?â his voice was close now, just right behind you, coaxingâas if he already knew, and was waiting for you to admit it.
you tilted your chin to say, âyou first.âÂ
he then gave a low hum, a smirk with an imperceptible huff. the baton dragged lightly down the side of your throat, trailing warmth in its absence.
âwatch your mouth.â
arrogant bitch.
you cursed inside your head. the baton slid lower a breath along your collarbone, light enough to be mistaken for air. âyou stole a signal that doesnât exist on official channels,â he whispered, a lulling edge to the end. âyou replied to something that no one shouldâve been able to hear.â
the baton stilled, resting just at the base of your throat. you could feel its weight, you could feel his weight and the full press of his attention, sharp and absolute. then he leaned down that you could feel the surface of his lips ghostly brushing against below your ear. it made you want to shiver. âwho sent you?â
you let the silence stretch, let it fester. his question lingered in the air between you, still clinging to the metal baton resting against your skin. then, you snickered. a sharp, cruel thing. like a blade dragged across velvet.
âyou talk too much,â you turned your head as much as the restraints would let you, and your eyes met his over your shoulder, unapologetic âyou wear all that black like itâs meant to scare me, but iâve seen even more prettier things rot.â
you smiled faintly, before moving just a sudden shift, a sharp buck of your knees and a jerk of your shoulder - but enough to make the chair scrape against the floor, to make him step back out of instinct. you twisted hard, trying to unbalance yourself, maybe break the armrest, maybe dislodge something sharp.
but before you could even move again, his hand was on your shoulder. âyou're not being clever.â he leaned down. the baton tapped once, gently, against your temple. âyou don't need to bury your fear under your sleeve, i've broken better masks than yours.â
and then, slowly, he stepped around you, back into view. and from his hip he drew the gun. polished, regulation-issue sidearm, matte black and loaded. he didnât point it at you, nor did he try to threaten. he simply turned it over in his hands, admiring it and kneeling down, until you were face to face.Â
he lifted the gun, deliberately, and tilted the barrel so it rested beneath your chin. the touch was featherlight. âdo you know what makes me dangerous? itâs not this.â then came a gentle tap against your jaw with the muzzle. âitâs that i never need to use it.â he tilted his head, eyes dragging across your face like he was dissecting it.Â
âbecause i know someone like you folds easily.â
there's a pause, long enough to stretch. long enough for you to feel the weight of it all, his breath, the barrel, the words that still clung to the air like smoke. but you refused to flinch. instead, with the slow calculated tension of someone whoâs been waiting, you twist your wrists. the cuffs groan in response, before...Â
a snap!
metal splits with a screeching crack, and before the sound even finishes ringing out, you instantly moved. only your hands can though, as your ankles are also trapped. your fingers wrap around his wrist and wrench the gun from his hand, trained.
he lets you, strangely. he lets you drag the muzzle up, up, up - until itâs basically pressing into your own lips, eyes locked with his like a dare. âyou could put this in and pull the trigger, but i still won't talk.â
colonel caleb smirks, standing up without breaking eye contact. after a slight pause, he twists your wrist in an abrupt flicker to take the gun back between his fingers, and then, âsure, i will.â he says, right before forcing the gun into your mouth.Â
this catches you off guard, making you squirm on your seat and grip on the armrests. you could feel how the barrel of his gun is pushing your mouth lpen just to adjust to its size. though it wasnât fairly big, the absurdity of the gesture only seemed to humiliate you.Â
you watch him stare down at you. why wasn't he saying anything? you watch how his eyes were slowly turning lazy, a ghost of an uncharacteristic smirk forming between his lips.Â
the cold metal of the barrel stretched your lips wide, a blunt and intrusive presence that tasted of oil and gunpowder. you let out a muffled, indignant sound, your throat working as you tried to accommodate the intrusion. your hands gripped the armrests so hard your knuckles turned white, eyes wide and flashing with a mixture of shock and mounting fury. you expected the sting of a slap or the bite of a blade, but whatever this shit is far more humiliating.
is this typically how the colonel treats problems?Â
caleb didnât pull back. he stayed close between your thighs, gaze heavy and unblinking as he watched you struggle. he looked less like an interrogator and more like a man watching a beautiful, trapped bird flutter its wings in vain. âwhat happened to all that fire?â he asked, âyou were so ready to bite, werenât you?â
he leaned forward, his weight shifting as he used his free hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. with a slow movement, he pushed the muzzle deeper. it wasnât a violent shove, but a commanding pressure that forced your jaw to unhinge just a fraction more. the metal slid past your teeth, only pressing against the sensitive flesh of your tongue.Â
âthere she is,â he murmured, a ghost of a laugh catching in his throat as he saw the way your eyes narrowed into a fierce glare from beneath the heavy lid of your lashes. âthe little rebel. you look so much more... compliant... when you can't find the words to insult me.â
you tried to snarl, to let out a defiant sound, but it only came out as a choked hum against the steel.Â
âhmmgh!â you glared at him from below, eyes burning with a silent promise of retribution, but the effect was lost on him. instead of intimidation, your fury seemed to feed his amusement. he watched the way your lips strained around the gun, the way your breath came in shallow, ragged puffs.
âdonât look at me like that,â caleb teased, the thumb of his free hand tracing the curve of your lower lip, just where the gun met your skin. âunless you want me to see just how much of this you can take before you start begging.â he gave the gun another slight, teasing nudge, testing the limits of your endurance. âyeah? youâd hate that, wonât you?â
absolutely.
you had reached your limit. the humiliation was a bitter taste, second only to the oil on the barrel, and your patience snapped like a frayed wire. in a sudden burst of movement, you lunged forward, hands flying up to grasp his wrist. you intended to shove him back, to reclaim the space he was so brazenly invading, but the colonel was obviously a man of iron and discipline. his grip on the sidearm only tightened, the metal clicking as his fingers braced against the frame. his brow furrowed, a stern frown settling over his handsome features.
âenough,â he warned, voice dropping into a low register that signaled the end of his patience. âstop this theater, or iâll stop being gentle. donât complain when i decide to pull the trigger right now."
the threat should have made you recoil. it should have sent a tremor of terror through your limbs. but as you stared up at him, the sharp edges of your glare began to melt. you didnât see a killer; you saw a man. a man who was far too comfortable in his dominance, a man who relied on the fear of his shadow to keep people in line.Â
if he wants to play the colonel, then you might as well play the siren.
your hands, which had been trying to push him, suddenly softened, as your fingers curled around the solid shaft of the gun. you leaned into the metal, eyes losing fury and replacing it with a hooded liddedness. then, with a deliberate grace, you began to suck on the barrel.Â
you bobbed your head in a rhythmic, mesmerizing motion, lips sliding over the steel as you looked up at him through your lashes, your gaze a sultry challenge.
caleb, the man who had been so dominant, so utterly in control, froze. his eyes widened, the pupils dilating until the dark iris was nearly swallowed by black. his breath hitched, an audible intake of air that betrayed the sudden jolt to his system. he was speechless to say the least.
whoâs in control now?
while you maintained the facade of the seductive captive, your mind was working a different kind of magic. beneath you, hidden by the shadows and the intensity of the moment, your ankles were in constant motion. you worked the metal of the locks, twisting your feet, feeling for the mechanism, trying to find the slight give in the heavy restraints.Â
and you kept the rhythm steady, your eyes never leaving his, watching the way his composure began to fray at the edges. caleb was fighting a losing battle; you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the pained expression that was threatening to break through his mask of authority. the stoic colonel was drowning in the image of your lips on his weapon, and the hunger in his eyes was no longer just about information.Â
but then...
âso...â he finally spoke, his voice a gravelly, strained shadow of its former self. âthis is the real game youâre playing? you arenât here for the signal... youâre here for this?â he challenged, his gaze burning into yours âare you so desperate for a taste of something real that you'd settle for my gun?â
abruptly, he pulled the gun free from your mouth. the sudden absence of the metal left your lips feeling cold and strangely empty. you watched, mesmerized, as a glistening thread of saliva stretched between your bottom lip and the muzzle, a silver line that shimmered in the dim light before finally snapping. he didnât look at you as he set the sidearm aside on the table with a thud.Â
âif you are so eager to satisfy that hunger,â caleb murmured and reached for the waist of his trousers, âthen use the real thing, hm?â his fingers caught the tab of his lower zipper, and the sharp zzzzzzt of the metal teeth parting sounded like, to you, a threat.Â
the sheer audacity of the gesture hit you like a physical blow. your composure, the carefully constructed mask of the seductive prisoner, shattered instantly. a soft, broken gasp escaped your lips, but no words followed.Â
what the hell? you had expected him to fall for it, but not like this.
you wanted to look away, to reclaim your dignity, but you were like a moth drawn to a terrifying flame.
caleb let his buttons part, and with a triumphant smirk, he revealed himself. your breath immediately hitched, caught in the back of your throat as you stared.Â
he was massive, an angry, twitching red, incredibly hard and straining with a life of its own, the veins standing out in sharp relief against his skin. there was already a bit of pre-cum leaking out the tip. says a lot about how long heâs been rock hard for you. the sight was overwhelming, making you feel small, vulnerable, and achingly aroused despite yourself.Â
âgo on,â caleb commanded, âsuck it. that's an order.â
you swallowed hard, the dryness in your throat making the movement feel clumsy. for a moment, the old defiance flared up again, a desperate attempt to reclaim the high ground. you tilted your head back, eyes narrowing into that sharp glare again as you looked up at him. âis this what a colonel does? is this how you conduct an interrogation?â
caleb takes a heavy step forward, closing the distance until he was looming over you. he reached down to catch your chin in a rough, uncompromising grip that forced your face upward.Â
âshow some respect.â
âiâm not... iâm not going to suck that.â you tried to pull your chin away, to turn your face in a final act of rebellion, but he was too fast.
âthatâs okay,â a slow smile spread across his lips as he swiftly pulled your jaw back to his gaze again. âbecause iâm going to make you.â
you opened your mouth to launch a scathing rebuttal, to tell him exactly where he could shove his arrogance, but the words never made it past your lips. because with a powerful lunge, caleb suddenly guided himself forward, sliding his thick, pulsing cock straight into your mouth! the sheer size of him was overwhelming, stretching your lips to their absolute limit and forcing your jaw to unhinge as he buried himself deep. âhmmph!â an involuntary moan escaped you, muffled by the heavy weight of him.
caleb let out a ragged sigh of relief, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as he savored the tight, wet heat of your mouth. he didnât move to pull out; instead he stayed there, his free hand reaching out to give your cheek a playful caress. âbe a good girl,â he whispered, eyes narrowing. âand take it well.â
and then, just like that, the colonel started to thrust, thrust, and thrustâhis hips moving in a cadence that drove him deep into your throat! his other hand braced against the back of your chair, knuckles white as he tried to anchor himself, using the furniture to leverage the force of his movements. while you were forced to bob your head in time with him, eyes watering as you struggled to accommodate the relentless pounding of his manhood.
meanwhile, caleb was a moaning mess above you, his voice a breathless thing. âthatâs it... j-just like that.â he grunted, words stumbling over one another as he forced you to keep up with his punishing pace. âsuck it dry... donât you dare stop...â he was trying to command you even now, but the cracks in his countenance were widening with every thrust.Â
so this is the great colonel. all that black leather and discipline, and all it takes is a little bit of heat to turn him into a mess. if he wanted to lose control, you were more than happy to facilitate it.
instead of just taking him, you decided to take him apart. you squeezed your lips tightly around the length and began to twirl your tongue around the rim in a slow, agonizingly deliberate circle. you immediately felt the way his entire body jolted at that.
ângh...!â caleb let out a loud, guttural grunt, his hips slamming into your mouth now with a desperate, uncoordinated force. he leaned into you so heavily that you had to tilt your head back at a sharp angle just to keep from being crushed, your neck straining under the weight of his need.Â
he was so damn loudâthe man who prided himself on silence and discipline was now making sounds that were almost animalistic.
âgod... youâre such a... a good girl.â he gasped, the compliment sounding more like a plea than a praise. âso good... keep doing that... please...â
his hand, which had been caressing your cheek, suddenly migrated upward to tangle his fingers deep into your hair. he formed a tight fist, his knuckles grazing your scalp as he anchored your head in place, forcing you to stay exactly where he wanted you. his eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that wrinkles formed at the corners.
he felt so good from your blowjob that he had to bite his lower lip hard, teeth sinking into the flesh while a series of rough groans tore from his throat.Â
seeing him so close to the edge, feeling the way his fingers trembled in your hair, you decided to drive the final nail into the coffin of his composure. as you continued to work your mouth over him, you reached up, hands sliding around the base of his thick shaft. you began to stroke him, palms slick with your own saliva.
and because of that, caleb fucking chokes on his own cries, loud enough to echo in the chamber. he was panting heavily now, chest heaving as he looked down at you with eyes that were glazed and unfocused. âyou... youâre a little devil,â he trembled, leaning down further. âa natural... a goddamn natural at this...âÂ
then, the dam finally broke.Â
with a shuddering jolt that racked his entire frame, caleb erupted.Â
he surged forward, his hips slamming against your face as he spilled himself into your mouth in thick, hot, unending bursts. the sheer volume of it caught you completely off guard! instinctively, your body recoiled, head jerking back to escape the overwhelming sensation, but he was still coming, still squirting and shooting toward you.Â
you felt the hot liquid splashing against your cheeks, coating your lips, and even spraying across your chest. there were too much!
caleb slumped forward, his hands slamming onto the back of your chair to steady himself. he was gasping for air, his head hanging low as he fought to reclaim his breath.Â
you slowly looked up at him, eyes wide and blinking through the stray droplets on your lashes. you didnât want him to know that your mouth was full because of the heavy, salty taste of him coating your tongue. but you wanted to say something to mock him, to reclaim your victoryâyou couldnât you were too busy trying to manage the sheer amount of him currently occupying your mouth, cheeks bulging slightly, hesitant to let it go.
you watch caleb finally lifting his head, clearing his eyes to regain even a sliver of balance as he stared at you.
âswallow it.â
instantly, you shook your head. you werenât going to make it that easy for him, especially not after heâd just made such a spectacle of himself.
calebâs eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint returning to his gaze. he leaned down, his presence once again overwhelming. âpick a struggle. either you swallow it right now, or iâm going to make you turn around.â
you didnât have time to process the sheer audacity of his command before the instinct to obey or perhaps the instinct to avoid the even more humiliating alternative took over. you tilted your head back and swallowed, the thick, warm liquid sliding down your throat in one heavy gulp.Â
ugh.
you nearly coughed, eyes watering as you fought to keep the rest of him down.
âsatisfied now?â you glared at him once more.Â
and the colonel could only give you a dog-like smile, zipping his pants back into place while he turned his broad back on you.Â
âmore than satisfied.âÂ
he retrieves the gun from where heâd place it down earlier, facing you again.
đđ§ľ| Laundry Day | Calebđ
Panty sniffer Caleb / âť+⥠appreciated
Caleb always voluntarily did the laundry at home. Whenever he was alone, he took his extra time to tend to your dirty panties â today was one of these days.
âIâll be back by 9.â you say, putting on your shoes & about to head out.
âGotcha pips, but donât be late for dinner, yeah? Iâm making your favourite!â 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 â a pale yellow one with tiny ruffles along the seams and a small apple stitched onto the front.
âOvulating, huh?â he whispers to himself as he lifts them to his nose and takes a deep sniff.
Caleb knows your period cycle by heart, but he also can tell by the amount and texture of the discharge in your panties. Unable to bring himself to confess what truly stirred in him whenever he looks at you, he made do with the closest thing he could have.
He canât contain himself anymore and licks the not yet fully dried discharge from the fabric. His breathing gets heavier as he simultaneously strokes his cock. He takes another of your dirty underwear from the basket & pushes his cock through the holes.
âCaleb, where are you? I forgot to take mâ â
Caleb got up within a millisecond, dropping the panties, then throwing them behind the washing machine, his cock still hanging out of his joggers, fully erected & indulged with his precum and your discharge leftovers.
âPipsqueak- I-I wasââ
He couldnât grasp the shameful situation youâve caught him in as he watches you standing in the doorframe, watching the spectacle happen.
âWhat exactly were you doing with my panties?â you ask carefully to not embarrass him, but also not trying to show your interest too much.
âPips, I am so sorry, itâs not what it looks like! I promise! I was just- please! Let me just clean this mess up first, I wiââ
âNo need,â you interrupted his hasty explanations.
Caleb is visibly nervous & embarrassed, thinking youâll think of him as a monster now and cut ties.
âIf you want it that bad, you should have at it from the source., you add.
âWhatâŚ?â his eyed widened and his cock, still rock hard but now back in his joggers, started twitching again.
âLie down.â
âLie down?â he asks in disbelief.
âItâs time for dinner: your favourite.â
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