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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 away—and 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 – 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 claws—no 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.
“You can’t keep doing this!”
You shoved his chest, hard. He didn’t budge.
“Do you think I’m weak? That I can’t handle it? I had it under control, Xavier—”
“You would’ve gotten hurt.”
His voice was calm. Flat. That same infuriating stillness he always wore like armor.
“And what about you?” You were yelling now, pacing. “You nearly passed out from blood loss last time! You don’t get to decide what I can handle. You don’t get to throw yourself in front of me like—like you don’t matter!”
He didn’t look angry. Just tired.
“I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“No, you’re trying to die for me.”
Silence.
It hung between you like smoke, suffocating and thick.
You left before you started crying.
You didn’t mean to go far—just 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 you’d been holding back for weeks: exhaustion, fear, and the growing ache in your chest you didn’t know how to name.
You ended up at your apartment, barely able to breathe.
And then—
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.
“You didn’t answer your comm.”
His voice was quiet. Almost gentle. But his jaw was clenched, his eyes too sharp.
You didn’t 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.
“Why’d you run?”
You laughed, bitter. “Because you don’t listen. Because you’re always so damn calm. Because I hate how you—”
Your voice cracked. You turned away.
He walked to you without a word, kneeling beside the couch, close but not touching.
“You were scared,” he said softly. “So was I.”
That made your throat close.
“You don’t act like it,” you whispered.
“Because I can’t. If I let myself feel it, I won’t be able to fight.”
Finally—finally—his voice broke.
“But you don’t see how scared I am when you go quiet. When you bleed. When you don’t get up.”
You looked at him—and his expression wasn’t neutral now.
It was wrecked.
“Let me take care of you,” he said. “Not as a soldier. Not as a shield. Just… me.”
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 didn’t 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.
“I’m here,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “Even if you don’t want me to be… I’m here.”
ZAYNE – The Controlled Burn
It happened after another long shift.
You’d waited for him—again.
Sat in the hospital café for nearly four hours while he scrubbed in for a surprise emergency surgery. He didn’t text. Didn’t call. And when he finally walked in, late and exhausted, the first thing he did was ask if you’d eaten without him.
Like nothing was wrong.
“You said you’d be done by eight.”
“The patient was hemorrhaging. I stayed.”
“You always stay.”
He didn’t answer. Just started pulling off his gloves, tossing them into the bin like this was just another routine.
“Zayne. I waited for you.”
“You didn’t have to.”
That broke something in you.
“I’m not one of your interns. You don’t get to dismiss me when I inconvenience you.”
His expression didn’t change.
“You’re being dramatic.”
You stared at him like he’d slapped you.
“I’m being dramatic?” you echoed, voice shaking. “You stood me up. Again. You shut me out. Again. You act like I don’t matter unless I’m bleeding in front of you.”
He finally looked up then—really looked.
But he didn’t apologize.
“I can’t afford to get distracted.”
“I’m not a distraction, Zayne. I’m—”
“You’re what makes it harder to breathe when I already spend my days holding hearts in my hands.”
It came out before he could stop it.
And you… couldn’t stay.
You turned and walked out—jaw clenched, heart pounding, trying not to cry in the middle of a sterile white hallway.
You didn’t answer your phone.
Didn’t 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 said—but because of what he meant. Because maybe you really were too much for him. Maybe loving you was one complication he didn’t want on his operating table.
Your body ached. Your throat burned.
So when your door clicked open around 2:00 AM—your lock overridden, silently—you already knew who it was.
You didn’t move.
Zayne stood in the doorway in scrubs, coat still on, blood on the collar from a patient—not his.
He set something on your nightstand. It was a paper bag. Warm.
Your favorite soup.
“I should’ve called,” he said quietly.
You said nothing.
“I get scared,” he continued. “Not of failure. Not of surgery. But of you walking away from me and never looking back.”
You finally turned your head. His eyes were unreadable, but his hands were shaking.
“You treat me like I’m a scalpel,” you said. “Precise. Replaceable.”
“That’s not what you are,” he replied instantly. “You’re the reason my hands shake when you’re not around. And I don’t know how to handle that.”
He stepped closer.
“Let me fix this.”
“You can’t stitch this shut like one of your patients.”
“No,” he said. “But I can hold you until it stops hurting.”
And he did.
His hands were cold. His movements were careful. He didn’t 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 – 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 him—when 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 wouldn’t look at you.
“Nothing, sweetheart. Go home. I’m busy.”
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.
“Rafayel. Just tell me what’s going on.”
He exhaled a laugh. But it wasn’t funny. It was bitter.
“You want the truth? The truth is I can’t paint without you. I can't sleep without you. I can’t even fucking think unless I know you're coming back.”
That should’ve felt like a confession.
It felt like a blame.
You stepped back.
“I'm not your cure, Rafayel.”
“No,” he snapped. “You're the thing making me sick.”
You flinched.
“Then I guess I’ll give you some space.”
And you left.
You didn’t get far.
The second the door to your apartment shut behind you, it all started to unravel—anger giving way to something worse: the ache that bloomed beneath your ribs, tight and restless, like your body hadn’t 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 didn’t mean—saying 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 wouldn’t come after you.
He never chased.
Until—
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 he’d torn it open on the run. His hair was wild, his pupils blown wide, and his chest was rising too fast—like he hadn’t stopped running since you left.
“You left me,” he said, voice low and shredded.
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Every nerve in your body was on fire.
He stepped forward. No hesitation. Just heat and momentum and desperation.
“I know what I said,” he murmured. “I know how I said it. But I didn’t mean a single fucking word, and I can’t fix it if you’re not here—”
He stopped.
Hands reached for your face like a starving man reaching for light.
“You think I know how to be gentle with love? I don’t. I only know how to need.”
Your throat clenched. Your hands curled into his shirt without thinking.
“Then say it,” you whispered.
“You’re the only thing I’ve ever made that mattered,” he breathed. “The only color I ever see anymore. If you leave—I’ll forget how to breathe, not just paint.”
And then he kissed you.
It wasn’t 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 sound—growled into it, even—like it cracked something loose inside him.
You weren’t thinking anymore.
You were burning.
And he was already unmaking you with every second you let him touch you.
SYLUS – The Controlled Collapse
The fight didn’t explode.
It simmered.
You’d been watching him for weeks—staying out late, coming back with blood on his cuffs, whispering orders into encrypted comms like you wouldn’t hear.
You knew what Onychinus did. What he did.
You just didn’t think he’d start shutting you out.
“You told me there were no more secrets,” you said, arms crossed. Voice low. Calm. Deadly.
He didn’t look up from the data pad.
“I said no more secrets that would hurt you.”
“You don’t get to decide what hurts me, Sylus.”
That got his attention.
His red eyes lifted, slow. Calculating. Cold.
“You’re angry.”
“I’m furious.”
“Good,” he murmured, setting the pad down. “I’d rather have your fury than your silence.”
You stepped back. He took a step forward. You held your ground.
“You can’t keep shutting me out.”
“And you can’t keep pretending you’re untouched by the world I built.”
That stung more than it should have.
“So that’s what I am to you now?” you whispered. “A liability? An attachment?”
He said nothing.
Which was worse.
So you left. Jaw clenched. Hands shaking. You didn’t slam the door, didn’t scream—because you knew that silence would drive him mad.
You thought he wouldn’t follow.
He always acted like he didn’t need to.
But two hours later, you’re 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 then—
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.
“Unlock the door.”
Your fingers hesitate.
“Sylus—”
“Now.”
You obey.
When the door opens, he’s there. Shirt half undone. Rain clinging to him. Eyes glowing.
“You walked out,” he says.
“Because you didn’t stop me.”
“No,” he corrects. “Because I needed you to walk. So you’d understand what it feels like when someone takes control away from you.”
He steps inside, shuts the door behind him.
“You want honesty? Here it is.”
He gets closer. You don’t step back.
“I’ve killed for less than what you make me feel.”
Your breath catches.
“So if you’re going to leave,” he whispers, “do it now. Before I ruin you for anyone else.”
You don’t move.
And that’s all he needs.
His mouth crashes into yours—bruising, 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 – The Soft Obsession Cracks
You didn’t mean to fight.
It started with a joke.
One too many playful jabs about how distant he’d been—how the mission came first, how he always walked out before sunrise now, like he didn’t want to be there when you woke up.
You didn’t expect his expression to drop like that.
Didn’t expect him to say:
“You don’t know what I’m dealing with. What I’ve done.”
“Then let me in,” you said, softer now. “Caleb, you don’t have to keep carrying it alone—”
“I do.”
He backed away from you like he was afraid of what would happen if he stayed close.
“I lost you once,” he said. “And I came back wrong. I don’t get to want things anymore.”
That’s what undid you.
Because how could he stand there, staring at you like you were already gone?
“You’re not broken,” you said, barely holding it together. “But if you keep pushing me away like this—I will leave. And not because I want to. Because you’re forcing me to.”
You waited.
He didn’t move.
So you left.
The silence in your apartment was unbearable.
Too quiet. Too heavy.
Your hands wouldn’t 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 he’d lost you. Like this was inevitable.
You’d 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 wild—like he’d run the whole way.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I needed space.”
“No, you needed me.”
He stepped inside without asking, voice ragged.
“I felt it. That spiral. The second you left, it was like someone tore the gravity out of me.”
You shook your head. “You said you didn’t get to want things anymore.”
“I lied.”
He was in front of you before you could breathe—hands on your face, trembling.
“I want you,” he whispered. “Every damn version of you. Even when you’re mad. Even when you hate me. Even when you run.”
“Then prove it.”
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.
Either foreheads leaned against one another or a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip with Caleb please (*^▽^)/★*☆♪
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“Caleb! I’m not a little girl anymore!” You laugh at the brown haired man who is about to tend to your little scratch with a whole medical kit. “I won’t die because of a little bruise.”
But your boyfriend simply chuckles and tapes a band-aid on your knee. It’s yellow like the summer sun and printed with little leopard-faces all over.
“I know, I know.” A bright smile and purple eyes tinged with pink are locking into yours. “You’re a grown adult now.” 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. “Can’t I spoil you a little, now that you're a big girl? Sometimes I’m missin’ taking care of you.” Caleb's voice turned genuine, laced with a raw vulnerability only you get to see.
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. “Only you are allowed to treat me like this.” 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. “But don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s only this once. Not every scratch needs your thorough care.”
And he laughs, chasing your lips for a prolonged contact, “I get it, I get it. You're my big badass girlfriend…” Another warm kiss, “… Whom I’ll protect forever.”
“Caleeeeb!” 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 haven’t 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, you’ve been waiting to have him all to yourself. But every single time you thought you finally had him, it was always some type of “emergency” 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t satiate the hunger you’ve been feeling. And tonight you were gonna show him that. (or would he show you?)
“Calebb you can’t cancel again, you promised me!” you say with an extra tilt in your voice, holding your boyfriends sleeve as he tried to exit the front door, “pips I know but I promise i’ll be real quick okay? I have to take this.” 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, “Okay okay fine, you little brat. I’ll say I had a family emergency or something.” you look up at him excitedly before pulling him to the couch you had already prepared with blankets, popcorn, and snacks. “See I already had everything planned.” you said looking away bashfully, Caleb walks closer to you and kisses your forehead lovingly.
Finally cuddled up with Caleb’s 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… It’s 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- “Are you sure this is a normal movie pips?..” !! Caleb suddenly says, snapping you out of your thoughts, you look over at him “Y-yeah I don’t know why this is on, Tara just recommended me the movie..” Caleb looks down at you thoughtfully “Hm..” Caleb’s mechanical hand slowly trails down your side “You know.. I don’t think I believe you honey.” Caleb pulls you on his lap, spreading his legs giving you just enough room to slot yourself in between the gap. “Caleb what are you doing-?”
“A-aah!..” 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. You’re 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.
“F-fuck- Caleb!“ 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 “Ah you can’t move until I’m done baby.” 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. “O-oh! Fuck! Shit!” Caleb giggles, “You didn’t know I could do this could you?” leaned over and whispering in your ear, you whimper out “Wait- Caleb i’m so close!..” 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 hasn’t left you and holding Caleb’s other hand, you let out the final whimper as the aftershocks of your orgasm race through you.
“Did you think we were done pips?” you’re suddenly reminded of the hard on pressing against your back. You immediately realize you’re 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 i’d share😈 I NEED Caleb to do this to me guys
MDNI!!!! 18+ Foul Language, P in V, mentions of creampie, Dirty talk, “backshots”, 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 🥲💔) Maybe by using your feminine ways, caleb would get jealous…Maybe.
While getting ready, caleb messages you. “Hey pipsqueak! Whatcha wearing to the party 2nite?” You pick up your phone quickly replying back. “Playboy bunny! Wanna see? ;)” 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. “Sure xD” 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.
“You sure you wont be cold? Ill take a jacket just in case. But you look cute pips.” You raise an eyebrow. Thats it caleb?! Just cute ??? Whatever. You text him back. “Ty! What about you?? Send pic.” 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. “Like what you see? XD” He looks so good…
“Yes wth Caleb” He laughs at your message and says “Alright, see you later.” You finally finish grabbing your things and head out.
Upon arrival you see Zayne and Caleb chatting away, drinks in hand. “Hey guys hows it going?” 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. “Hey pips, nothing much heh.. what about you? Took you long enough.”
You smirk at their reaction. Yes its working! “Want something to drink?” Zayne offers. “Sure, lets go get it together.” 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.
“Thats it. Im taking you back to your room.” 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.
“Caleb whats going on?” 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. “What the fuck? Are you trying to drive me crazy?” 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. “What is it caleb? I dont get it.” You look at him, bitting your lip. He gets closer, standing in between your legs.
“Flirting with Zayne the whole time. I know hes not who you really want..” his voice grows deeper. Your ears turn red as a blush creeps up your face. “And who do i want?” You say wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. He lets out a small laugh under his mask. “Why dont you tell me?” 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. “I want you caleb…” He presses his bulge against your ass. “How much..?” Your eyes widen as you realize hes erect. “So much i want you to fuck me right now.” This whole situation seemed so lewd. Fucking in costumes? Hell yeah.
He laughs at your bold request. “Your wish is my command.” 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. “So dirty and wet for me already? Ill help you out, dont worry.” 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. “Ready?” 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. “You think any other guy can please you like i can??” 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. “Answer me pips.” You lift your head up, “no just you Caleb.” He thrusts into you harder. “Yeah thought so.” 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. “Gonna cum..” 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. “Me too..” 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. “You okay?” 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. “Im more than okay.” You say before pulling him down onto you, kissing him roughly before you move onto round two.
Heyy!!! Hope yall liked day 3’s 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! ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
