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⥠ft. Love and Deepspace men x reader
⥠cw: angst, emotional breakdowns, fighting, hurt/comfort, possessiveness, late-night visits, desperate confessions, soft touches, and some really unhinged men trying to apologize with their whole chests
⥠a/n: six different ways they fall apart when you walk awayâand six very different ways they beg you not to. some soft, some rough, some a little dangerous. but all of them? absolutely ruined over you.
XAVIER â The Gentle Rage
It started right after the mission.
Xavier had taken the hit. Again.
You were seconds away from closing the gap on the Wanderer when he stepped between you and its clawsâno warning, just his body blocking yours, blade flashing, light Evol bursting like a flare.
The fight ended fast. He was bleeding. You were shaking.
And when you got back to base, you snapped.
âYou canât keep doing this!â
You shoved his chest, hard. He didnât budge.
âDo you think Iâm weak? That I canât handle it? I had it under control, Xavierââ
âYou wouldâve gotten hurt.â
His voice was calm. Flat. That same infuriating stillness he always wore like armor.
âAnd what about you?â You were yelling now, pacing. âYou nearly passed out from blood loss last time! You donât get to decide what I can handle. You donât get to throw yourself in front of me likeâlike you donât matter!â
He didnât look angry. Just tired.
âIâm trying to keep you safe.â
âNo, youâre trying to die for me.â
Silence.
It hung between you like smoke, suffocating and thick.
You left before you started crying.
You didnât mean to go farâjust needed air. Noise. Distance. But the longer you walked, the more everything blurred. Your head was spinning, vision tight at the edges. The adrenaline crash hit hard, and with it came the flood of everything youâd been holding back for weeks: exhaustion, fear, and the growing ache in your chest you didnât know how to name.
You ended up at your apartment, barely able to breathe.
And thenâ
The door opened.
No knock. No warning. Just the low creak of your lock and the soft sound of rain behind him.
Xavier stood in the doorway, silver hair soaked, sweater clinging to his frame.
âYou didnât answer your comm.â
His voice was quiet. Almost gentle. But his jaw was clenched, his eyes too sharp.
You didnât speak. Just stared at him, sitting there with your knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped tight like you were trying to keep yourself from falling apart.
âWhyâd you run?â
You laughed, bitter. âBecause you donât listen. Because youâre always so damn calm. Because I hate how youââ
Your voice cracked. You turned away.
He walked to you without a word, kneeling beside the couch, close but not touching.
âYou were scared,â he said softly. âSo was I.â
That made your throat close.
âYou donât act like it,â you whispered.
âBecause I canât. If I let myself feel it, I wonât be able to fight.â
Finallyâfinallyâhis voice broke.
âBut you donât see how scared I am when you go quiet. When you bleed. When you donât get up.â
You looked at himâand his expression wasnât neutral now.
It was wrecked.
âLet me take care of you,â he said. âNot as a soldier. Not as a shield. Just⌠me.â
He reached for you slowly, like you might vanish.
And when your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him down, he let you.
He kissed you like he didnât think he deserved to. Like he needed you to say it without saying it. His hands stayed careful on your hips, his lips moving over yours in soft, aching pulses.
âIâm here,â he murmured, forehead resting against yours. âEven if you donât want me to be⌠Iâm here.â
ZAYNE â The Controlled Burn
It happened after another long shift.
Youâd waited for himâagain.
Sat in the hospital cafĂŠ for nearly four hours while he scrubbed in for a surprise emergency surgery. He didnât text. Didnât call. And when he finally walked in, late and exhausted, the first thing he did was ask if youâd eaten without him.
Like nothing was wrong.
âYou said youâd be done by eight.â
âThe patient was hemorrhaging. I stayed.â
âYou always stay.â
He didnât answer. Just started pulling off his gloves, tossing them into the bin like this was just another routine.
âZayne. I waited for you.â
âYou didnât have to.â
That broke something in you.
âIâm not one of your interns. You donât get to dismiss me when I inconvenience you.â
His expression didnât change.
âYouâre being dramatic.â
You stared at him like heâd slapped you.
âIâm being dramatic?â you echoed, voice shaking. âYou stood me up. Again. You shut me out. Again. You act like I donât matter unless Iâm bleeding in front of you.â
He finally looked up thenâreally looked.
But he didnât apologize.
âI canât afford to get distracted.â
âIâm not a distraction, Zayne. Iâmââ
âYouâre what makes it harder to breathe when I already spend my days holding hearts in my hands.â
It came out before he could stop it.
And you⌠couldnât stay.
You turned and walked outâjaw clenched, heart pounding, trying not to cry in the middle of a sterile white hallway.
You didnât answer your phone.
Didnât text him back.
Just went home, climbed into bed, and stared at the ceiling for hours.
The fight played on a loop in your head.
Not because of what he saidâbut because of what he meant. Because maybe you really were too much for him. Maybe loving you was one complication he didnât want on his operating table.
Your body ached. Your throat burned.
So when your door clicked open around 2:00 AMâyour lock overridden, silentlyâyou already knew who it was.
You didnât move.
Zayne stood in the doorway in scrubs, coat still on, blood on the collar from a patientânot his.
He set something on your nightstand. It was a paper bag. Warm.
Your favorite soup.
âI shouldâve called,â he said quietly.
You said nothing.
âI get scared,â he continued. âNot of failure. Not of surgery. But of you walking away from me and never looking back.â
You finally turned your head. His eyes were unreadable, but his hands were shaking.
âYou treat me like Iâm a scalpel,â you said. âPrecise. Replaceable.â
âThatâs not what you are,â he replied instantly. âYouâre the reason my hands shake when youâre not around. And I donât know how to handle that.â
He stepped closer.
âLet me fix this.â
âYou canât stitch this shut like one of your patients.â
âNo,â he said. âBut I can hold you until it stops hurting.â
And he did.
His hands were cold. His movements were careful. He didnât kiss you right away. Just slid into bed behind you, pulled you against his chest, and held you like a man trying not to break apart.
RAFAYEL â The Meltdown in Paint and Flesh
It started in his studio.
He'd gone quiet for two days.
Paints left open. Brushes stiff. The canvas untouched since the last time you sat for himâwhen he told you to hold still and you laughed, and then kissed him with pigment on your fingers.
But this time, when you asked what was wrong, he wouldnât look at you.
âNothing, sweetheart. Go home. Iâm busy.â
You didn't go home.
You followed him outside, to the dock near Whitesand Bay where the sky was bleeding into dusk, and you asked him again.
âRafayel. Just tell me whatâs going on.â
He exhaled a laugh. But it wasnât funny. It was bitter.
âYou want the truth? The truth is I canât paint without you. I can't sleep without you. I canât even fucking think unless I know you're coming back.â
That shouldâve felt like a confession.
It felt like a blame.
You stepped back.
âI'm not your cure, Rafayel.â
âNo,â he snapped. âYou're the thing making me sick.â
You flinched.
âThen I guess Iâll give you some space.â
And you left.
You didnât get far.
The second the door to your apartment shut behind you, it all started to unravelâanger giving way to something worse: the ache that bloomed beneath your ribs, tight and restless, like your body hadnât caught up to the fact that you were alone now.
You tried to ignore it.
Changed your clothes. Splashed cold water on your face. Lit a candle, even though you never do.
But Rafayel was everywhere.
In the scent of ocean salt that clung to your jacket. In the flecks of dried paint on your wrist. In the echo of his voice still lodged in your skull, saying things he didnât meanâsaying them like they were the only way he knew how to bleed.
You curled up on the couch, arms around your knees, telling yourself he wouldnât come after you.
He never chased.
Untilâ
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Your front door shook with the force of it.
You opened it mid-breath.
And there he was.
Wind-tossed, soaked from the sea air, shirt unbuttoned like heâd torn it open on the run. His hair was wild, his pupils blown wide, and his chest was rising too fastâlike he hadnât stopped running since you left.
âYou left me,â he said, voice low and shredded.
You didnât answer. Couldnât. Every nerve in your body was on fire.
He stepped forward. No hesitation. Just heat and momentum and desperation.
âI know what I said,â he murmured. âI know how I said it. But I didnât mean a single fucking word, and I canât fix it if youâre not hereââ
He stopped.
Hands reached for your face like a starving man reaching for light.
âYou think I know how to be gentle with love? I donât. I only know how to need.â
Your throat clenched. Your hands curled into his shirt without thinking.
âThen say it,â you whispered.
âYouâre the only thing Iâve ever made that mattered,â he breathed. âThe only color I ever see anymore. If you leaveâIâll forget how to breathe, not just paint.â
And then he kissed you.
It wasnât soft.
It was teeth. Tongue. Desperation.
His fingers dug into your waist, like he needed to feel you to know you were real. You gasped into his mouth, and he chased the soundâgrowled into it, evenâlike it cracked something loose inside him.
You werenât thinking anymore.
You were burning.
And he was already unmaking you with every second you let him touch you.
SYLUS â The Controlled Collapse
The fight didnât explode.
It simmered.
Youâd been watching him for weeksâstaying out late, coming back with blood on his cuffs, whispering orders into encrypted comms like you wouldnât hear.
You knew what Onychinus did. What he did.
You just didnât think heâd start shutting you out.
âYou told me there were no more secrets,â you said, arms crossed. Voice low. Calm. Deadly.
He didnât look up from the data pad.
âI said no more secrets that would hurt you.â
âYou donât get to decide what hurts me, Sylus.â
That got his attention.
His red eyes lifted, slow. Calculating. Cold.
âYouâre angry.â
âIâm furious.â
âGood,â he murmured, setting the pad down. âIâd rather have your fury than your silence.â
You stepped back. He took a step forward. You held your ground.
âYou canât keep shutting me out.â
âAnd you canât keep pretending youâre untouched by the world I built.â
That stung more than it should have.
âSo thatâs what I am to you now?â you whispered. âA liability? An attachment?â
He said nothing.
Which was worse.
So you left. Jaw clenched. Hands shaking. You didnât slam the door, didnât screamâbecause you knew that silence would drive him mad.
You thought he wouldnât follow.
He always acted like he didnât need to.
But two hours later, youâre pacing in your apartment, heart hammering, brain spiraling. You can still feel the heat of his gaze, still hear the unspoken stay beneath the silence.
And thenâ
The lights go out.
Power. Gone.
You freeze.
A soft knock echoes from the door.
Not pounding. Not frantic.
A warning.
And then his voice. Calm. Dangerous.
âUnlock the door.â
Your fingers hesitate.
âSylusââ
âNow.â
You obey.
When the door opens, heâs there. Shirt half undone. Rain clinging to him. Eyes glowing.
âYou walked out,â he says.
âBecause you didnât stop me.â
âNo,â he corrects. âBecause I needed you to walk. So youâd understand what it feels like when someone takes control away from you.â
He steps inside, shuts the door behind him.
âYou want honesty? Here it is.â
He gets closer. You donât step back.
âIâve killed for less than what you make me feel.â
Your breath catches.
âSo if youâre going to leave,â he whispers, âdo it now. Before I ruin you for anyone else.â
You donât move.
And thatâs all he needs.
His mouth crashes into yoursâbruising, possessive, hot. One hand in your hair, the other grabbing your waist like he owns every part of you.
Because he does.
Because he always has.
CALEB â The Soft Obsession Cracks
You didnât mean to fight.
It started with a joke.
One too many playful jabs about how distant heâd beenâhow the mission came first, how he always walked out before sunrise now, like he didnât want to be there when you woke up.
You didnât expect his expression to drop like that.
Didnât expect him to say:
âYou donât know what Iâm dealing with. What Iâve done.â
âThen let me in,â you said, softer now. âCaleb, you donât have to keep carrying it aloneââ
âI do.â
He backed away from you like he was afraid of what would happen if he stayed close.
âI lost you once,â he said. âAnd I came back wrong. I donât get to want things anymore.â
Thatâs what undid you.
Because how could he stand there, staring at you like you were already gone?
âYouâre not broken,â you said, barely holding it together. âBut if you keep pushing me away like thisâI will leave. And not because I want to. Because youâre forcing me to.â
You waited.
He didnât move.
So you left.
The silence in your apartment was unbearable.
Too quiet. Too heavy.
Your hands wouldnât stop shaking, the tears hit harder than expected, and no matter how many times you told yourself you did the right thing, all you could think about was the way he looked at you. Like he already thought heâd lost you. Like this was inevitable.
Youâd just started to calm down when the knock came.
Not pounding. Not rushed.
Just... deliberate.
You opened the door.
And Caleb was standing there, drenched from the rain, still wearing his Farspace coat, soaked through at the collar, eyes wildâlike heâd run the whole way.
âDonât do that,â he said. âDonât ever do that again.â
âI needed space.â
âNo, you needed me.â
He stepped inside without asking, voice ragged.
âI felt it. That spiral. The second you left, it was like someone tore the gravity out of me.â
You shook your head. âYou said you didnât get to want things anymore.â
âI lied.â
He was in front of you before you could breatheâhands on your face, trembling.
âI want you,â he whispered. âEvery damn version of you. Even when youâre mad. Even when you hate me. Even when you run.â
âThen prove it.â
And he did.
He kissed you like it was a confession. Like he was begging you not to leave again. Like he needed to memorize the shape of your mouth before it disappeared.
looking back at my screenshots and⌠oh, this broke my heart âšď¸ remembering how I felt watching the main story, then having him back again⌠OH PEAK
Either foreheads leaned against one another or a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip with Caleb please (*^â˝^)/â *ââŞ
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âCaleb! Iâm not a little girl anymore!â You laugh at the brown haired man who is about to tend to your little scratch with a whole medical kit. âI wonât die because of a little bruise.â
But your boyfriend simply chuckles and tapes a band-aid on your knee. Itâs yellow like the summer sun and printed with little leopard-faces all over.
âI know, I know.â A bright smile and purple eyes tinged with pink are locking into yours. âYouâre a grown adult now.â he winks before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. Eyes like a faraway galaxy gazing deep into your soul, knowing every crevice of your being. âCanât I spoil you a little, now that you're a big girl? Sometimes Iâm missinâ taking care of you.â Caleb's voice turned genuine, laced with a raw vulnerability only you get to see.Â
A fuzzy feeling overwhelms you and with all the affection you always held back all these years you cradle his handsome face in your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb. âOnly you are allowed to treat me like this.â as you press your lips onto his. And as you retreat, you are met with widened puppy eyes, daring you to tease him a little. âBut donât get ahead of yourself. Itâs only this once. Not every scratch needs your thorough care.âÂ
And he laughs, chasing your lips for a prolonged contact, âI get it, I get it. You're my big badass girlfriendâŚâ Another warm kiss, â⌠Whom Iâll protect forever.âÂ
âCaleeeeb!â A hearty slap on his shoulder lets him flinch back and laugh.
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I don't even just mean the pantie stealing stuff, or the scent kink stuff - that's all true in my books too, well done fandom!
I mean like, of the 5 LIs, he's the most down for ANYTHING if MC wants it, and if it lets him be close to them.
This man would have a piss kink. I don't even really have a piss kink, but if you wanted to pee on Caleb? Or asked him to pee on you? He's rock hard, he's desperate to do it now actually. He's an absolute freak.
Fuck, you could probably ask him to let you eat a part of him and he'd be down. Caleb is the freakiest love interest and I will die on this hill.
Honestly I just think anything you would be into, he'd be into, as long as it doesn't involve you dying. He's just desperate for you. He'll give you whatever you want, he'll take whatever you want to give him, as long as he can have you and be near you please.
Anyway, this was inspired by me and a friend talking about what kinks we thought Caleb would have and realising the answer was: yes.
Caleb smut cause I havenât written anything in a WHILE.
Long story short Caleb uses his ARM on you, if you know what I mean.
You and Caleb were planning this movie night for weeks, youâve been waiting to have him all to yourself. But every single time you thought you finally had him, it was always some type of âemergencyâ notification from the fleet, out of the blue missions he had to complete and so on and so forth. Caleb had been feeling guilty having to cancel so many times of course, he sent you takeout when he wasnât there to cook for you, facetimed or called you any spare second he had, and left cute little messages around the house for you to find. But that didnât satiate the hunger youâve been feeling. And tonight you were gonna show him that. (or would he show you?)
âCalebb you canât cancel again, you promised me!â you say with an extra tilt in your voice, holding your boyfriends sleeve as he tried to exit the front door, âpips I know but I promise iâll be real quick okay? I have to take this.â Caleb with one foot LITERALLY out the door suddenly gets pulled back inside by your hands, wrapping your arms around his torso pleading with him not to leave you again. Caleb, shocked looks down at you for a few seconds before pulling you closer and patting your head, âOkay okay fine, you little brat. Iâll say I had a family emergency or something.â you look up at him excitedly before pulling him to the couch you had already prepared with blankets, popcorn, and snacks. âSee I already had everything planned.â you said looking away bashfully, Caleb walks closer to you and kisses your forehead lovingly.
Finally cuddled up with Calebâs arm around you, you feel at ease for the first time in weeks. But soon before you know it, a scene pops up in the movie Tara recommended you⌠Itâs definitely a less than inappropriate scene, as the guy in the movie is using his hand to pleasure the girl before him. The girl, sitting on the mans lap, face contorting into a lewd expression, starts to moan and- âAre you sure this is a normal movie pips?..â !! Caleb suddenly says, snapping you out of your thoughts, you look over at him âY-yeah I donât know why this is on, Tara just recommended me the movie..â Caleb looks down at you thoughtfully âHm..â Calebâs mechanical hand slowly trails down your side âYou know.. I donât think I believe you honey.â Caleb pulls you on his lap, spreading his legs giving you just enough room to slot yourself in between the gap. âCaleb what are you doing-?â
âA-aah!..â Calebs fingers flick between your folds dipping just a fingertip inside your entrance before dragging them back up to rub circles on your clit, the repeated motion making your head swim, this is not how you expected this night to go but your also definitely not complaining. Youâre quickly brought back to moment when Caleb pushes a finger inside your pussy while still rubbing your clit with his thumb, letting out a half sob, half moan, Caleb chuckles under his breath, pleased at the sounds he was getting out of you he curled his finger right against your g-spot before continuing the motion inside you.
âF-fuck- Caleb!â thrusting your hips upwards, chasing the feeling of his fingers inside you, you suddenly feel his other arm snake around your waist, pulling your back flat against his chest before speaking âAh you canât move until Iâm done baby.â Feeling him enter another finger pushing it upwards once again, and applying more pressure while rubbing you, you moan out, arching your back you feel his hard on pressing against your lower back, you hear Caleb groan before suddenly feeling a vibration below. âO-oh! Fuck! Shit!â Caleb giggles, âYou didnât know I could do this could you?â leaned over and whispering in your ear, you whimper out âWait- Caleb iâm so close!..â feeling Calebs fingers touching you so deeply, rubbing and hitting all the right spots inside you, he starts to suck marks into your neck. The added pleasure finally pushing you over the edge, you cum all over his fingers, clinging tightly to the arm that still hasnât left you and holding Calebâs other hand, you let out the final whimper as the aftershocks of your orgasm race through you.
âDid you think we were done pips?â youâre suddenly reminded of the hard on pressing against your back. You immediately realize youâre in for more excitement.
Sorry this was so short guys I just wanted to get something out and this is a little fantasy of mine I thought iâd shaređ I NEED Caleb to do this to me guys
MDNI!!!! 18+ Foul Language, P in V, mentions of creampie, Dirty talk, âbackshotsâ, brat tamer, Cosplayyyy/ Costumeee!!!
The next holiday coming up was halloween. Everyone was excited. Especially you. Whats there not to love about it? The cute halloween treats, scary movies, and the parties.
The cool thing about the parties was getting to dress up in cool halloween costumes. Sometimes dressing a little more slutty when caleb would come over. Which was going to be the plan for tonights party at your college frat. Everyone knew you, caleb, and zayne. The cute girl and her two hot friends.
It was so obvious that they both wanted you which made your ego so high. Except you wanted Caleb. Caleb was so fine. Super smart and athletic. An all rounder at everything. However caleb wouldnt make ANY moves at all. Any flirty advances you made towards him flew right over his head. Hes not innocent. I mean yall are in college where everyone is mostly horny.
However tonight was going to be it. You were going to dress as revealing as you can. Show of your assets, hoping to get a react out of caleb snd drive him crazy. You were also going to use Zayne as a decoy. (Poor zayne đĽ˛đ) Maybe by using your feminine ways, caleb would get jealousâŚMaybe.
While getting ready, caleb messages you. âHey pipsqueak! Whatcha wearing to the party 2nite?â You pick up your phone quickly replying back. âPlayboy bunny! Wanna see? ;)â you set the phone down on your vanity, looking at yourself in the mirror. This should DEFINITELY get him going. You look back at the screen seeing the grey typing bubble. Then it goes away. Then it comes back again. âSure xDâ You pick up your phone and walk to the full length mirror posing somewhat provocatively. Then you send it. He hearts the photo right away.
âYou sure you wont be cold? Ill take a jacket just in case. But you look cute pips.â You raise an eyebrow. Thats it caleb?! Just cute ??? Whatever. You text him back. âTy! What about you?? Send pic.â After waiting a few seconds he sends you a photo of him wearing a ghost face mask and robe, slighting lifting the shirt half revealing his abs and his vline. âLike what you see? XDâ He looks so goodâŚ
âYes wth Calebâ He laughs at your message and says âAlright, see you later.â You finally finish grabbing your things and head out.
Upon arrival you see Zayne and Caleb chatting away, drinks in hand. âHey guys hows it going?â They turn and look you up and down. Calebs eyes lingering a second too long on your exposed cleavage. He clears his throat before looking at zayne whos also looking. âHey pips, nothing much heh.. what about you? Took you long enough.â
You smirk at their reaction. Yes its working! âWant something to drink?â Zayne offers. âSure, lets go get it together.â He smirks as you grab his arm and walk off leaving Caleb surprised. He then catches a hint of what youre trying to do.
Throughout the night you do small touchy gestures to zayne, glancing at Caleb who notices. His eye twitches every time you get closer to Zayne. Like why are you with zayne but not him. Then the music gets frisky. A bit freaky. You then start to dance with zayne. Your bodies getting closer, grinding on him ever so slighty. Caleb about to lose his patience. Until he sees Zaynes hand land on your waist. That was it. Caleb could not take it anymore.
âThats it. Im taking you back to your room.â He goes over and grabs you by the wrist leading you to the door. Yes finally. Caleb DOES feel something towards you. You quickly rush out with him as he leads you to his car where yall quickly arrive to his dorm room.
âCaleb whats going on?â Playing coy. He opens the door, stepping inside and pulls you with him by the wrist all the way to his room where he locks the door and pushes you on the bed. âWhat the fuck? Are you trying to drive me crazy?â You sit up on the bed. Trying to take him serious but his ghost face mask is still on. Which makes this whole scenario ten times hotter. âWhat is it caleb? I dont get it.â You look at him, bitting your lip. He gets closer, standing in between your legs.
âFlirting with Zayne the whole time. I know hes not who you really want..â his voice grows deeper. Your ears turn red as a blush creeps up your face. âAnd who do i want?â You say wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. He lets out a small laugh under his mask. âWhy dont you tell me?â He flips you over, stomach now pressed against his bed as he towers over you.
You look back, swallowing in excitement. This is the MOMENT. The mask not showing his true expression but you can just tell hes burning red, those eyes with a yearnful look. âI want you calebâŚâ He presses his bulge against your ass. âHow much..?â Your eyes widen as you realize hes erect. âSo much i want you to fuck me right now.â This whole situation seemed so lewd. Fucking in costumes? Hell yeah.
He laughs at your bold request. âYour wish is my command.â He says as he pulls aside your body suit and your panties revealing your wet pussy. That slick that came from just him talking dirty. He drags his thumb from your clit to the bottom of your lips. âSo dirty and wet for me already? Ill help you out, dont worry.â You watch as he slips off the robe, showing his toned body and abs. His hands move to his pants freeing his cock. Little pearls of precum leak out. Caleb aligns himself to your pink hole. âReady?â The moment you give him the pass to go, he shoves his cock slowly, inch by inch filling you up. Until he finally entered in you completely, he started pulling out and thrusting in you. âYou think any other guy can please you like i can??â His hands on your hips gripping you every thrust he makes.
You grasp onto his bed sheets, moaning into them as his cock hits that spot so good. His grunts more whiney as your walls clench around his length. âAnswer me pips.â You lift your head up, âno just you Caleb.â He thrusts into you harder. âYeah thought so.â The whole moment is so dirty. Never imagining Caleb would be fucking you for the first time in Ghost Face cosplay.
His breath hitches as he gets close. âGonna cum..â He leans down, intertwining his hands with yours as he continues to fuck you. Moaning into your ear sending shivers down your spine as you feel him twitch inside of you. âMe too..â you shut your eyes, legs beginning to shake. He finally thrusts into you once more before coming inside of you. His moans so loud and whiney, as you both come undone.
He calms down, pulling out of you slowly as he watches the mess yall made pour out of your pussy. âYou okay?â He turns you over watching your face through the mask eyes. You nod sitting up and pulling off the mask. His hair is a mess, beads of sweat on his forehead that make some strands stick to it. His eyes full of need for more. âIm more than okay.â You say before pulling him down onto you, kissing him roughly before you move onto round two.
Heyy!!! Hope yall liked day 3âs fanfic story!! I had the help of @chaoticbardlady99 While making up this story. Thanks for the idea!! <3 I tried to look into cosplay and im not super experienced on it but i settled on ghostface costume because its halloween month!!! Its a classic! And something soft so people who are super into it can still enjoy and some who are barely getting into it can also enjoy this! Ë . Ýđđ. Ýâ
