#caliban smut

[snicketverse-fic-finder]

any jacquelyn and olivia stories you recommend?? i like smut but honestly anything will do atp because there is barely anything of them 😓

[Word count: 1,519]

🗣️Main Character: Olivia Caliban

🫂Main relationship: Olivia Caliban / Jacquelyn Scieszka

Set: During Canon 🕰️

Fic Type:

Oneshot 📕

Romance, Sharing a bed

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Description:

‘Jacques can't come pick up Olivia, but she still misses the trolley. What's a girl to do now that she's stuck in The City?’

[This fic doesn’t contain smut however I have high hopes that you have not read this before as it currently has only 1 hit.]

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A series of works. [No.of fics in series: 12]

[Total Word count: 28,356]

🗣️Main Characters: Olivia Caliban, Jacquelyn Scieszka and Esmé Squalor

🫂Main relationship: Olivia Caliban / Jacquelyn Scieszka / Esmé Squalor

Set: A timeline in which the unfortunate events of the Baudelaire children do not occur.

Description:

‘Olivia Caliban, Jacquelyn Scieszka, Esmé Squalor - The City and VFD's most important girlfriends (!)

This is the first collection of their adventures in love, work, more love, the occasional espionage and even supernatural and witchy encounters.’

[All works in this series are rated either ‘General Audiences’ or ‘Teen and up’. ]

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[Word count: 23, 039] [5/? Chapters. Last updated 2019 ⚠️]

🗣️Main character: Olivia Caliban

🫂Main relationship: Olivia Caliban / Jacquelyn Scieszka

Set: During Canon 🕰️

Fic Type:

Multichapter (unfinished) 📚

Smut

❤️‍🔥

Rating: Explicit ❌🔞

Description:

‘Jacquelyn Scieszka does not call a taxi for Olivia Caliban the day they meet.’

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[Word count: 774]

🗣️Main characters: Jacquelyn Scieszka and Olivia Caliban

🫂Main relationship: Olivia Caliban / Jacquelyn Scieszka

Fic Type:

Oneshot 📕

Smut, Fluff, Established relationship, PWP

❤️‍🔥

Rating: Mature❗️

Description:

‘ “Jacquelyn, darling, if you let me finish this chapter, I’m all yours.”

“Who says you can’t finish your chapter?”

~ Or, Jacquelyn is a pain, and Olivia loves it. ~’

[I personally don’t enjoy smut however judging by the comments this is a good fic so hopefully you will like it!]

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[Word count: 17, 838]

🗣️Main Characters: Olivia Caliban, Jacquelyn Scieszka, Isadora Quagmire, Duncan Quagmire and Quigley Quagmire

🫂Main relationships:

Olivia Caliban / Jacquelyn Scieszka

Olivia Caliban & Jacquelyn Scieszka & Isadora Quagmire & Duncan Quagmire & Quigley Quagmire

Set: Post canon ⌛️

Fic Type:

Multichapter 📚

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Found Family

❤️‍🩹🖤👩‍👩‍👧‍👦

Rating: Teen and up

Description:

‘Olivia finds herself thinking, not for the first time, back to Prufrock. It's as far and faded as a past life. What would life be if she'd never left? What life would be if she had simply gone home, or if she succumbed to those starving Caligari lions...

"Olivia?"

She looks up in surprise, "Sorry, is everything alright?"

"Yes, better than alright! But... are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she smiles fondly, "Promise,"

She is okay. Her wounds have healed, and without them, she might never have escaped that organization with her fiancée, never met these children, her children, never to be snatched away again. They had been burned down to their lowest, until they built each other back up from the ground. And she would do it all over again, if it meant to be where she was now.

Jacquelyn, Olivia, and the Quagmires get the home that they deserve.’

[‘Anything, if it’s with you’ is honestly speaking one of my favourite snicketverse fics!!! It has brought tears to my eyes before and it’s just…I don’t have the words to do justice to the emotions this fic evokes. It doesn’t contain smut (which you mentioned having a preference for) however Olivia and Jacquelyn’s relationship is a central (+extremely well written) part of this fic so I would definitely recommend reading this if you like Olivia/Jacquelyn.]

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Thanks for the ask!! I hope at least 1 of these fics is what you were looking for! 👀

Feel free to send another ask if you would like more recs whether it’s more recs for Olivia/Jacquelyn or anything or anyone else!💛

If anyone knows of any good Olivia and Jacquelyn fics not mentioned in this post then feel free to comment your recommendations!

[tateswhore]

HII

welcome to the blog fr

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the fandoms i’ll write for are:

harry potter

american horror story

chilling adventures of sabrina

stranger things

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smut will always be a yes fr, along with fluff and angst.

i’ll write anything as long as it isnt illegal (r*pe, incest, pedophillia, etc)

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anywho send me things to write 

[eufezco]

LIKE THE FIRST TIME

it has been a long time since you and logan had sex. you should show him that despite everything he hated about himself, you still craved him.

logan x afab!reader (smut, angst) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!). gif credit to @/asgardswinter

it was a shitty place where you were living with logan. it was always dirty, no matter how many times you cleaned it, it was noisy, because despite being in the middle of nowhere, the train tracks were very close to it, and it was the least home-like thing in the world. both of you were working your asses off to get out of there as soon as possible.

in your free time, you helped caliban with the housework and took care of old charles xavier while logan spent the whole day out, driving and having to deal with one of the things he hated most in the world, people.

he always came home late, tired, with his whole body aching. some nights you would fall asleep while waiting for him and even though logan asked you to do it, to not to wait up for him, most times you stayed up so just to make sure he arrived safely. you waited for him curled up in bed. when he was a minute late, your heart began to beat faster and you imagined the worst. but then he would come into the room, dragging his feet and with his head bowed down.

—how was your day?

logan grunted as he sat at the foot of your bed, you felt how the mattress sagged with his weight.

—did something happen?

you crawled to him and rested your chin on his shoulder. he let out a sigh of relief when your arms wrapped around his body and you hugged him from the back.

—just a tired fuckin' day, that's all.

you hummed, understanding. —well, now you are home so you can finally relax. would you like something to eat?

logan shook his head as he let it fall back and rest on your shoulder. he just wanted to stay like that a little longer with his body between your legs and his eyes closed. he placed one of his hands over yours resting on his stomach as you hugged him. one of his big hands was enough to cover both of yours.

—i've missed you, lo. i always miss you when you are away.

you placed a kiss on his neck. the first thing he did when he entered the house was to get rid of his shirt, keeping only the white tank top he was wearing underneath. his broad shoulders were at your disposal, his muscular arms and warm skin as well.

logan swallowed when he felt your lips on his neck. you noticed so you placed another kiss there.

—i miss you too. every second i spend away from you, i miss you.

you hummed, your heart gave a small jump of joy. while your love language was words of affirmation and you were always reminding him how much he was loved by you, logan was more of an act of service man. removing makeup from your face when you got home and were too tired to do it yourself, washing your hair and massaging your head when you showered, and leaving your coffee ready when he went to work earlier than you. hearing those words come out of logan's mouth meant the whole world.

your hands traveled down his abdomen until they reached the hem of his tshirt and easily slipped under the fabric. you felt his perfect abs under your fingertips and the hairs growing below his belly button as well. he took a deep breath, it had been so long since the last time he had allowed you to touch him like that.

you took your hands out of his tshirt and moved one of them to his neck to make logan turn his head resting on your shoulder and look at you. you connected your lips with his, his bushy beard pricked your face as you kissed him, but you didn't mind, it had been so long since you and logan had kissed so passionately that you could take it.

your tongue slipped past his lips and logan moaned, allowing his to go inside your mouth as well. you moved on the bed, putting one leg on each side of logan's body and sitting on his lap, all this without stopping kissing for a second. his hands now rested on your lower back, yours were on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

his cock got rock hard the moment you sat on his thighs and you started to roll your hips timidly against his crotch. you felt his growing bulge rubbing against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. god, how bad you needed to feel him.

your hands slid down from his neck, caressing his entire torso, until they reached again the hem of his tshirt. you tried to pull the white tank top over his head, but logan stopped you. his lips parted from yours and he shook his head.

—it's okay. i want you, logan. i promise everything is fine.

you held his cheeks so he would look you in the eyes.

he was getting old, there was nothing left of the young and charming boy you met at charles' academy. his body had changed, his hair and beard were becoming whiter every day, and you were still young and full of light while he was fading away. yet you still loved and desired him, like the first day you craved his body. you found him just as hot, even hotter now, but you didn't want to force him to do something he wasn't going to enjoy.

you kissed him so he could stop worrying. —let me take care of you. i want you, lo, i need to feel you ��.you mumbled against his lips. he let out a grunt when he felt you pressing your pussy harder on his bulge.

your hands traveled the same path down his chest one more time until you reached the edge of his tshirt again. you expected him to take your hands off him again but he not only allowed you to keep going but he also lifted his arms so you could pull the white tank top over his head.

—fuck —. you let out in a mix of moan and gasp. his body was breathtaking. your hands were quickly attached to his chest, hairy, hard under your touch, warm, with each of its muscles perfectly defined. abs, pecs, perfect broad and muscular shoulders, and wide strong arms, with veins running from his shoulder down his arms to the back of his hands. you ran your fingers along the thick scars that marked his body. —fuck, you're so hot.

with his hands on your back, logan gently pushed you to keep rubbing yourself against him and you moaned, he was harder if possible and you were so wet that you knew that your panties would be completely soaked. you kissed the crook of his neck while his fists clenched, clutching at the tshirt of his that you were wearing as your pajamas. logan fought against his instinct, against the animalistic way you were making him feel, but his grip became so tight that he ended up ripping the fabric.

—it was one of your favorite tshirts.

—don't care.

and logan kissed your lips as he ended up tearing the fabric completely and threw it on the floor. you grabbed the back of his head when his lips moved down your neck and collarbone. your nipples were already painfully hard when logan cupped one of your tits and wrapped his mouth around your sensitive bud.

all of a sudden you got up from his lap and he had to let your nipple go. he was worried about the way you had moved away from him, had he done something wrong?

now you were standing in the middle of the room, in front of him, only wearing your panties. your body was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever witnessed, with scars very similar to his, with all those things you hated about yourself. was that how you felt about him? if it had not been for the pain in his whole body he would have fallen off the bed on his knees in front of you.

he huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes once you started swaying your hips from side to side while you slid your underwear down your legs. you laughed too, you felt stupid, but at least you had managed to make him smile. you two weren't the type to do those things, things were always more animalistic, more passionate, rougher. you walked towards him and leaned in to kiss him as your hands worked on the zipper of his jeans.

—you're beautiful —. he whispered.

logan helped you to straddle him again. you held your body over his thanks to your knees on the bed. with one hand you grabbed his hard cock resting impatiently against his stomach. he gasped because of your firm grip and squeezed your hips when you lined it up against your aching entrance.

you lowered yourself just enough for his tip to go in. he let out a deep grunt straight from his chest, you let out all the air you had in your lungs in a moan. you never forgot how big he was, the thickness of his cock, the patch of hair on its base, and the veins running along his shaft, but you did forget about the way it stretched you open, about the sting that his dick going deeper inside you caused.

—careful —. logan mumbled against your lips.

you kept taking him, closing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip, hissing every time you took a centimeter more inside of you. you rested your forehead against his and whined when his cock finally bottomed you. —i need a moment.

logan nodded. one of your hands sneaked in between your bodies and found your clit while his hands lovingly caressed your back. it had been so long since you had sex. logan wouldn't let you touch him, he was disgusted by his own body and he was afraid that you would see him the way he saw himself. that's why that night you decided that you would make him feel so good that he would never doubt the way you felt about him or his body.

you started by slowly rolling your hips as your fingers worked on your clit. his jaw tightened while he felt your body moving with his whole cock inside. his big hands on your hips helped you to move, setting a pace and keeping you from going faster so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

—that's it, take your time —. he said. young logan wouldn't have given you a second to get used to it, he would have fucked you mercilessly and you would have loved every second of it. but now, his eyes were focused on where your bodies became one, enjoying how your pussy adjusted to his size thanks to your fingers rubbing your clit.

he moaned once you lifted your body just a little and then dropped back onto him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips while you repeated that same move again and again. your cries and his moans mixed in your mouths. all his body jerked every time you lifted yourself a bit more and then sucked his cock completely inside you again.

—you make me feel so good, logan. always have, fuck—. you purred in his ear. his hands, previously resting on your hips, slid all the way to your ass your hands and squeezed it. in those little details you could see how he was gaining confidence, which encouraged you to keep moving without changing your pace. it was slow, passionate, intense and intimate.

between moans and cries, you kept worshiping him, telling him how much you had missed feeling him inside you, how your fingers were no comparison to his cock, how you didn't want to share these moments with anyone other than him. there was no one like him. you didn't care about his scars, his moodiness, the gray of his hair, there would never be another one for you but logan, you did not want another one.

you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls were squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't last longer. logan wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you against his hard chest, and your fingers knotted into his hair. he groaned, your little jumps became irregular, your legs began to shake. logan hugged you tighter and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, getting a little choked cry from you.

—cum inside me, lo. fill me up, please, i need it. let me have it, please.

oh god, your words were driving him insane and after how well you had treated him, who was he to deny your wishes?

logan held your body down on his cock as he came, hugging you tighter against him. you buried your head into the crook of his neck, moaning into his skin while your legs shook and your pussy clenched around him. it was too much. as he released himself inside you, his claws came out and trapped you between them and logan's body, you had no escape. he groaned when he felt the pain of the adamantium ripping the skin off his knuckles mixed with all the pleasure of cumming inside you.

—shit —. he immediately put the claws away when he realized. —i haven't hurt you, have i?

you shook your head, still coming down from your high. he exhaled with relief. once you had caught your breath, you straightened your back, still sitting on his lap and feeling his cock getting soft inside you. you brought his hands to the front.

—are you okay? that probably hurt —. you caressed his knuckles.

—felt too good to even think about it.

you smiled proudly and kissed him. when you broke away, he noticed the mark of his teeth on the skin of your shoulder. —'m so sorry, fuck.

—don't be. i wish you had bitten me harder.

he shook his head, keeping himself from laughing. —you're a freak.

[captain039]

PART 2 The 2029

Old man Logan x reader

Warnings: AOB dynamics, age gap, angst, swearing, mutants, intimacy, eventual smut, claiming, heats, ruts, needles, drug usage, dystopian world, plus size reader, sexual assault,

Notes: Sorry I’m struggling to find my mojo to write xD

Mutation: Telekinesis, energy manipulation, telepathy

Previous part <-

It’d been a week since the old alpha was here. You know he wouldn’t be back for a while not till his next rut. A routine call happened, lining you up with the other omegas as more near rut alphas entered. You hated how they all smelt, how they didn’t have the cigar and whiskey scent.

You head back to your room, knowing the obvious outcome but when the automated PA voice rings over that you’ve been chosen your body freezes. You’re forced to calm yourself down as an alpha walks into the room. He smells wrong, too overwhelming, he’s not a mutant either. You feel his body heat as his chest meets your back his nose going to your neck and breathing deeply. Your body responds without your willingness, you tilt your head to the side to allow the alpha access, his hands squeezing your hips bruisingly

“I like them bigger” he growls voice gravely and not in a sexy way in a way that says he’s smoked too much. You feel your mind going haywire, the spiral of thoughts and suddenly you need him, your alpha, you need Logan.

Logan jolts in his sleep your voice calling his name pleadingly. He sits up a frown on his face as your voice echos into his mind.

“Logan, Help me!” He’s up quickly, grabbing his jacket and keys his limp slowing him down. He’s growling and snarling ignoring the look Caliban gives him as he wakes up. The alphas in the car and flooring it to the omega centre he can feel your anxiety, feel the disgust.

You’re panicking, the alphas hands sliding along your body under your shirt and groping your breasts. You try to calm down you know they will send someone in with an Easer.

“Shaking already?” The alpha smirks his tongue running along your neck hand at your waist band. There’s an alarm suddenly making you jolt, the room locking itself.

“The hell” the alpha mutters finally letting you go as you go to your bed and cower on it. The alarms are loud you hear chaos outside but then your door is being slashed through, three claw marks. You know who it is instantly, even if you didn’t know his mutation you know it’s him. He’s pissed you can smell the rage feel it almost as he kicks the door down. You stare at him, the old alpha, three knife like claws out of his knuckles as he look to the other alpha in your room. A shot rings out but the bullet doesn’t slow down the old alpha. It feels like it spurs him on as he’s charging at the other alpha stabbing his claws into his chest growing loudly before throwing him against the wall. Blood splatters everywhere and you stare in shock and fear. Logan goes to your bed, picks you up easily and walks into the hall, they won’t shoot omegas. You’re scared but not of him as he walks through the hall a trail of bodies all the way to a front door you’ve never seen. You hold onto Logan tightly trying to make yourself smaller as he sits you down in the passenger seat of a fancy limo before he gets into the other side. The alarms still going, lights flashing, cars approaching. You put your seat belt on as Logan speeds out of the centres park heading onto the road. You don’t know where you are, you’ve seen maps many times of where you lived but nothing like this, you’ve never left the building besides going outside in their outside area.

You keep your head down trembling, finding the city turning to desert. You look out at the vastness of it, though some buildings are still littered around they’re abandoned, broken down. You look at the dash of the car instead gulping trying to calm your racing heart. You suddenly feel all of what that alpha did his hands his tongue- you wipe at your neck suddenly feeling disgusting, you open the glove box compartment finding no wipes or anything.

“Omega- hey- calm down” there’s a hand gripping your wrist and you whimper keeping your neck shown.

“Jesus” the old alpha mutters letting go of your hand. You rub the spot on your neck again till it’s red and irritated.

“What are you doing you’ll hurt yourself” the old alpha grumbles but doesn’t touch you this time. You want to cry, you want to scream, hell maybe open this door and roll out. You go for curling against the door instead the bumpy road not kind to your head but you don’t want to move. The car turns a few times, your eyes a closed until the car slows and you open them. What you see isn’t what you were expecting, a large run down shed with silos and large water tanks nearby. The old alpha gets out the limo and walks around to your side. You get off the door as he opens it, you get out on your own as he makes no move to help you. There’s another man coming out of the shed another mutant by his scent, a beta, strange.

“Logan, what the hell?” He says to the old alpha who grunts and leads you inside. You keep your head down trying not to wince at everything, it all looks home made or makeshift, cans of food on shelves, bottles of waters.

“Who is this?” The other mutant asks tone more pressing and you finally look to him. He’s pale, very pale almost white you swear, his eyes are a little funny too.

“I’m-“ you gulp a bit glancing to the alpha who is gone from the room. You frown anxiety spiking before he comes back out clothes in hand.

“Put these on” he orders and you look to the clothes, they’re not going to fit you.

“Alpha” you mutter softly his back turned to you his shoulders tensing.

“These won’t fit” you add quietly. He sighs snatching the clothes back making you flinch.

“Logan!” The beta snaps again but the alpha is ignoring everyone.

“Pack now” the old alpha orders the beta who stares in shock but doesn’t question disappearing into one of the rooms. You stand lost and confused glancing around, unsure of where you’re supposed to go.

Logan packs as does the beta, a few suitcases before the beta packs food and water and other items. Logan moves around you and you’re struggling to find your words feeling overwhelmed.

“Will you please talk to poor girl!” The beta snaps and Logan growls now standing in front of you. You take the alpha in he isn’t anything like the one you know in the facility, apparently the real world was worse.

“We’re leaving state” he says like that explains everything.

“They won’t let you cross with an unmated omega!” The beta growls in irritation.

“She’ll be my mine” Logan growls back and you freeze again.

“Not smelling like you she won’t or having a bite mark she won’t” the beta chides back and you can smell the increasing annoyance on the alpha in front of you.

“Can we ask what I want?” You suddenly yell both of the men looking to you.

“You called me” Logan growls softly eyes staring into yours.

“How?” You ask.

“I don’t know” he grumbles.

“My powers are weakened practically turned off-“ you explain rubbing the spot on your neck again where the unknown alpha licked.

“Another alpha touched you?” The beta asks and you nod.

“You went into a panic, called out to him subconsciously” the beta explains.

“Why?” I ask and the beta looks embarrassed.

“You’ve attached yourself to him on a mental level, your body, your biology sees him as your alpha, your protector” he explains and you keep your eyes on him trying to ignore the way the older man tenses.

“We’re leaving” the older alpha growls grabbing all the suitcases and leaving the shed.

“Look it’s best to just follow him till he calms down and figures something out ok?” The beta offers a smile and you just nod.

Next part ->

[inlovewithgarcia]

characters i’ll write for!

hi, my name is estella! i've been on a prolonged hiatus from posting fanfiction, though, i'm beginning to write again! this is an updated version of the characters/tv shows that i'm writing for! please note that i'm not comfortable writing smut requests. i'm only willing to write comfort, fluff, hurt, etc.

criminal minds

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

penelope garcia

spencer reid

alex blake

kate callahan

tara lewis

elle greenaway

emily x jennifer (ship or platonic)

emily x penelope (ship or platonic)

alex x spencer (only platonic)

jennifer x penelope (only platonic)

penelope x spencer (only platonic)

emily x tara (ship or platonic)

yellowjackets

misty quigley

natalie scatorccio

laura lee

taissa turner

shauna sadecki

jackie taylor

misty x nat (ship or platonic)

lottie x nat (ship or platonic)

crystal x misty (only platonic)

a series of unfortunate events

olivia caliban

jacquelyn scieszka

esme squalor

kit snicket

larry your-waiter

georgina orwell

henchperson of indeterminate gender

montgomery montgomery

gustav sebald

olivia x jacquelyn (spreading the scieszkaban agenda)

[veliseraptor]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @feralkwe - thank you! I feel like I've done this before but if I have it's been a minute so

1. How many works do you have on AO3? across pseuds I have 1,010 works. with my "current" one I'm at 607. that is more or less my entire oeuvre, though there's a fair number of short fics on tumblr I haven't gotten around to crossposting though I'd ostensibly like to at some point. eventually. maybe.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 4,873,723. aYIKES. but hey closing in on 5 million! wonder when I'll hit that. I bet I would if I posted my unfinished wips for the mcu tbh

3. What fandoms do you write for? ever or currently? the list of fandoms I have written at least one fic for (not counting ones where the one fic was a crossover) is [deep breath] the mcu, the untamed/mdzs, supernatural, the silmarillion, a song of ice and fire, black jewels trilogy, wheel of time, doctrine of labyrinths, death note, the caliban leandros series, avatar the last airbender, kinnporsche, doctor who, buffy the vampire slayer/angel, gentleman bastard sequence, marvel comics, harry potter, temeraire, good omens, code geass, realm of the elderlings, greek mythology, dragon age, sandman, dexter, lymond chronicles, the firekeeper saga, lucifer (the tv series), crimson peak, kushiel's legacy, the x men movies, chronicles of narnia, twilight, and a couple other small book fandoms.

i used to be a lot more multifandom than i am now in terms of what i wrote for, and have been writing fic for which is how this happened.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Not my favorite fics, for the most part. They are:

Life in Reverse (MCU)

With Absolute Splendor (The Untamed)

some good mistakes (The Untamed)

half a league onward (MCU)

The Villain Wrangler (MCU)

5. Do you respond to comments? I do not. I feel bad about it, but (a) I don't know what to say, (b) I feel unbearably self-conscious/self-important trying and (c) I already have too much I'm trying to do in my limited time/too many obligations I have placed upon myself to add another one that will just stress me out. Again, I have all kinds of guilt about this, though, which probably kind of defeats the (c) purpose of not doing it.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Almost certainly Mercy, though it's possible I could dig up others; that's the literal murder-suicide one, though, and I'm pretty sure I've only written one of those. I've written a lot where one character dies but another survives and has to live with the grief, which is arguably worse? but I still think Mercy wins. once there was a way to get back home might give it a run for its money, though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I've actually written a fair amount of fic with happy endings! just mostly they have to suffer to get there. but trying to think of fic with a straight happy ending...I feel like I wrote some fairly fluffy fic in Black Jewels Trilogy fandom that I don't want to link to because I don't think it's very good. Maybe Life in Reverse, honestly? That's a fic where I tied up most things and resolved them in a pretty happy way.

Oh, or actually With Absolute Splendor might qualify.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have in the past! Not a lot, but it happens every so often. Usually I just delete it, tbh; it doesn't feel worth leaving it there and I'm certainly not going to respond to it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sure do, primarily for pairings that are dysfunctional in one way or another, and for the most part I want the sex to say something about the inner life/psychology of the characters I'm writing. truly plotless smut does happen but I find it weirdly difficult. I have to do so much pre-justification work for my smut, at least in my head if not on page.

a lot of what I write at least has a little bit of kink or D/s flavor to it even if it's not explicitly written as such (and a lot of it is at least a little explicitly written as such). I also like to write about power dynamics (in sex) and sex that's sublimating some other emotion or desire, if that latter makes sense.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I used to, but not anymore, and I probably won't; I don't know why, but I'm just generally not a crossover fan these days. But I did write a Lord of the Rings/Cthulhu Mythos Morgoth/Cthulhu fic back in the day. No, I'm not going to link it, you can find it if you really want.

The Scarlet Pimpernel/Black Jewels Trilogy might be objectively weirder but it was because of an RP and therefore feels more reasonable to me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I had forgotten about it until just now, but yes, actually. Including one that actually got reposted on AO3, which takes a particular kind of guts that's not the same as reposting on Wattpad or the like, imo. (I've also had fic scraped off AO3 and reposted on other sites.) The person took it down when I called them out on it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have been fortunate enough to have a number of fics translated into a few languages! I was curious which ones so I went and looked, and it looks like I've had fic translated into Russian, Chinese, and Japanese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've started co-writing a fic but never finished one.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Might have to give this one to xuexiao, though there's a lot of room in my heart for many ships! that's just one that hit an incredible number of my favorite things squarely on the head several times, leaving me concussed and helpless. It's so much, you guys.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There's a number of my MCU wips that I look at and am like "yeah what I have of this is good actually, too bad I'll almost certainly never finish it", among which is Dead Superheroes Walking, the fic about everyone who died in Infinity War being trapped inside the Soul Stone and having to work together to fix the ensnappening from the inside. I have about 3/4 of it written if not more and the remaining quarter will probably remain unfinished. It was Wanda POV and a lot about Wanda and Loki bonding.

another one is the one where Hela decides instead of fighting Odin to strategically back down and plan to overthrow him later, and therefore is around while Loki and Thor are growing up. I really liked what I had of this one, and really enjoyed writing Hela's POV, but again. don't think I'm going to end up finishing it.

I have a whole folder called "MCU Salvage" that's basically my MCU wips that I parsed out because I was like "these are pretty good actually, maybe someday I'll have the motivation to return to them", which is probably delusional but, well. one never knows.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at dialogue - I love to write characters having conversations, probably to a fault - and, when it comes to fanfiction, characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Worldbuilding for sure is one. I hate it, I don't think I'm very good at it. also description - I feel like I lean heavily on dialogue in fic and tend to go light on descriptive language. this is probably partly because I'm not a very imagery-focused reader, so I don't think a lot about creating a "visual" with my writing, but also because I just don't like doing it as much as I like writing about internal thought processes and interpersonal verbal exchanges.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I almost certainly would not do it, as someone who is monolingual and has zero confidence in my ability to do it right in a way that wouldn't read absolutely awfully. The one exception to this is in Lymond fic, and that's because the canon did it first, so it is fully justifiable for me to have this guy spout off in five languages in one fic. Otherwise...not since I tried writing a fake Phantom of the Opera fic mocking bad Phantom of the Opera fics.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I always say Wheel of Time because that's the first fandom of my heart but technically I wrote a crack Harry Potter fic before I wrote for Wheel of Time. But in my heart it was Wheel of Time. That was certainly my first fandom in any meaningful sense of the word.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? This question is my nemesis. My favorite fic I've ever written changes at least once a month. I have a series for this on AO3 that I'm going to link to as a lazy answer to this question even though that's sort of 50 of my favorite fics, so sue me, I've written a lot of things over the years and I actually do like a fair number of them, even if you have to make me say so.

tagging uhhhh @highladyluck, @curiosity-killed, @ameliarating, @gloriousmonsters, i'm not sure how many people i'm supposed to tag for this but if you want to do it, go ahead?

[regardstosoulandromance]

flew like a moth to you, sunlight

After Caliban finds Lilith’s continued bad mood unmanageable, he takes matters into his own hands to help the Queen of Hell blow off some steam- a sex potion that causes Lilith to set her sights on none other than Sabrina Spellman.

sex pollen! soulmates! black sabith shipper caliban! forest smut! read here on ao3

[j2d3]

Chose between fluff and smut in the comments please.

[flowersforbucky]

Idk if you take requests but I love the way you write older logan so I'd love it if you wrote older logan coming home after a long shift of driving the limousine to find reader wearing his flannel and how he reacts <3

old man!logan x reader - 740 ish words

thanks so much for this! i have such a soft spot for older logan 🤧💕 18+ only mdni

warnings/tags: logan refers to himself as your old man, reader can wear logan's flannel but no specific physical descriptions, not explicit but there's suggestiveness/implied smut

Tonight, you find yourself especially grateful that Caliban stays with Charles in the water tower during the night. You're always grateful for this, of course. You don't know what any of you would do without his help.

But tonight, you're even more thankful than usual.

Having picked up a few extra shifts at the diner you work at this week, you've barely had time to do anything except sleep when you've been off the clock. Therefore, dishes have piled up and you desperately need to catch up on some laundry on your day off tomorrow.

In the meantime, you wear nothing but one of Logan's old flannels that hangs low enough to cover the curve of your ass - barely.

As if that isn't reason enough to be glad for the privacy, you can't seem to stop yourself from smelling the collar of the shirt every so often, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent of Irish Spring soap and old tobacco.

You'd received a text from him stating he is on his way home almost half an hour ago, so you decided to stay awake until he gets home. In actuality, you'd seen him before you left for work this morning, but it feels like it has been days since you'd been able to do anything other than bid each other quick goodbyes as one of you comes or the other goes.

You stand in the makeshift kitchen of the abandoned smelting plant that you've come to call home, reheating the food that you brought home with you from work earlier. It's dark except for the old TV that stays on near constantly for the comfort of background noise.

You see the limousine headlights flash through the thin curtains that you'd hung up throughout the factory, and you breathe a sigh of relief that he's home as the microwave begins to ding.

He enters a few moments later, locking the door behind him before noticing you leaning against the edge of the kitchen table, next to the food that you have ready for him.

“What exactly did I do to deserve coming home to this?” His voice is tired but still teasing.

“I brought home some leftovers from the diner earlier,” you shrug, nodding towards the plate beside you. “I figured you didn't eat before you left for work.”

He shrugs out of his work jacket, unsnapping the top buttons of his white button down as he slowly walks over to you. His gaze trails from your bare legs and up to your face.

“You'd be right about that,” he admits with a short, low chuckle. “But I'm talking about you wearing this.”

He stands directly in front of you, his hands lightly tugging on the hem of his flannel that graces your thighs.

“This old thing?” You run the palms of your hands up his chest, feeling the hard bulk of his muscles from beneath the smooth material of his button down shirt. When your hands reach his throat, you clasp them around the back of his neck and pull his face closer to yours. “Need to catch up on laundry real bad, it's the only clean thing I could find.”

He hums in consideration, unable to conceal the smirk that forms on his lips in the glow of the TV light. His hands move to your lower back, pulling you flush against him before bunching the loose fabric in his fists.

“I don't think this is clean,” he murmurs against your mouth, the thick scruff of his beard tickling your jaw and sending goosebumps down your spine. You can smell the familiar hint of whiskey on his breath. “In fact, I slept in it just the other night. I'm thinking you just missed your old man.”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” you retort. You did miss him - you always miss him when work and other priorities have to take precedence over time spent together.

“Oh yeah?” He lifts you up the slightest bit by the backs of your thighs, plopping you down on the kitchen table. He nudges your knees open with his own, spreading your legs enough to wedge his body between your thighs. “How about you lay down on this table and let me show you how much I've been missing you, then?”

You glance down at the forgotten plate of food that you'd made for him - it can be reheated again later, you suppose.

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thank you for reading 💕💕

[calibancangetit]

I'm lowkey obsessed with your Caliban imagine, i'm already a fan of yours and wish you the best 💕 can't wait for more. !!!

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[eufezco]

AFTER MIDNIGHT

you spend the night in the house of a family you helped on the road. it's your first night together after a long time and you weren't planning on wasting it.

smut with a bit of reader and logan struggling with body image. english isn't my first language (!) gif credit to @/asgardswinter

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you slowly unbuttoned logan's shirt.

you were both standing in the middle of the room as you helped the fabric slide down his arms until it fell to the floor. you looked at him in the eyes, he was embarrassed, his cheeks were burning and he was unable to make eye contact. you held his chin between your thumb and index finger and you pressed your lips against his.

logan didn't want to stay. he only said yes to the dinner invitation because it had been days since your last proper meal and he didn't want you, charles, or laura to starve to death.

what he truly wanted was to get back in the car and drive to north dakota. but you could see on his face how tired he was, his whole body was in pain and you didn't know how to help him. so when the family you had helped on the road offered you to spend the night at their place after dinner, you immediately said yes.

they let you and logan stay in one of the guests' rooms while charles slept in the other one and Laura rested on the big couch in the living room.

logan hissed when your fingertips touched his bruised shoulders and you quickly removed your hand, terrified at the thought of having caused him more pain. you broke away from his lips. —i don't want to hurt you, lo —. you excused yourself before he could speak.

logan shook his head. his big hands carefully cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a sweet kiss. —you could never hurt me.

it had been so long since the last time you were intimate that you didn't even know where to start touching him. both of you had been very busy. there were days when you didn't even see each other because when logan came home from work you were already asleep and the only interaction you had was when you could feel his arms wrap around your body from behind and pull you closer to him.

so you taking care of old charles xavier, logan spending most of the day out working, caliban sleeping in the room next door, and now you and logan having to look after laura... you had barely had time to be alone with each other. but that night it seemed as if the stars aligned for you to end up alone in that room.

your hands landed carefully on his chest, warm skin and hard muscles under your fingertips. his body tensed, afraid that you might also feel the thick scars on him and that they disgusted you as much as they did to him. but they didn't. you felt his scarred skin under your touch and traced each of his scars with your fingers.

while he still cupped one of your cheeks, logan placed his other hand on the base of your neck. your lips moved with increasing desperation, your tongues slipped past each other's lips and you softly moaned in the middle of the kiss when logan's fingers gently closed around your throat.

your fingers worked on his belt and the zipper of his pants as logan guided you to the bed. you walked backward, your lips still attached as his hands took care of the button of your jeans.

you sat on the edge of the bed while he leaned over. he crawled on top of you until you were completely flat on your back. logan held the weight of his body using his hands resting on both sides of your head. if you knew how everything hurt him every time he moved, you would've stopped him but he didn't want that to happen.

he sacrificed all the pain in his body for the feeling of your legs squeezing both sides of his body, for your hands pushing the back of his head to deepen the kiss, for the way you parted your lips from his to gasp for air and for the way he kept kissing you even though you weren't kissing him back.

one of his hands slid down your body, his thumb caressing your sensitive nipples over the fabric of your top. you moved uncomfortably on the bed once his hand reached your stomach. logan kissed you harder to keep you from overthinking. he had never been very good with words, but his actions made up for it.

his big hand sneaked inside your underwear, your mouth opened when his fingers found your clit. using his thumb, logan rubbed circles there, just the way he remembered you liked it. his index and middle fingers teased your entrance, spreading your arousal all over it. logan slowly pushed those two fingers inside you, thick and rough, coated in your juices.

you threw your head back and a moan ripped from your throat. logan's hand holding his body over yours went to your mouth. he shushed you. your eyes were closed shut. —can't do that. i'd love to hear you but we gotta be quiet, yes?

you nodded, it was hard taking into count how sweetly his fingers stretched your pussy.

—gonna be quiet so i can fuck you with my fingers? —he asked you, his hand still covering your mouth. you nodded again. he slowly nodded too. his voice, already deep as it was, turned deeper as he murmured in your ear. —yeah? good girl. can you feel how tight you are? gotta get you nice and ready for my cock —. his fingers sank knuckles deep into your core. you closed your eyes shut again, trying your best to hold back your whines.

logan's hand covering your mouth moved to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. his two fingers inside you curled up. logan pulled them out and pushed them in again as he praised you for doing such a good job in keeping quiet.

—you okay?

you nodded to his question, teeth biting your lower lip.

—words, baby, i need to hear you say it.

—'m okay, lo, but, fuck —. you softly moaned. —i can take it, i promise i can, i need you now. —you whispered as you grabbed the back of his head and connected your lips with his. shit, and how could he let his girl beg for his cock when he wanted you as much?

while his lips devoured yours and his beard tickled your face, logan pulled down his underwear, just enough to free his cock.

he gave himself a few pumps, rubbing himself up and down, before sinking into you. he was going slow, but he didn't stop until he was all the way inside you. logan rested his forehead against yours, your mouths open, incapable of continuing kissing, a few centimeters apart as your breaths mixed.

logan placed one of his hands on your hip, holding your body to the bed and allowing him to set the pace. he kissed your top lip while you were still too lost in the feeling of being full to kiss him back. you grabbed his bicep, nails digging into his skin, leaving half-moon marks. fuck yeah, you heard him moan in a whisper.

it was so hard not to make any sound when you could feel how he was using his entire body to fuck into you, making the bed creak while dropping a bit of his weight on you and caging you on the bed. with a bit of luck, your hosts would already be fast asleep and would not hear it because he was trying his best too. every time his balls smacked against your ass, he had to hold back the grunts and turn them into heavy breaths.

your foreheads were pressed together. back in the day, you'd have been telling each other the filthiest things, but now the 'i love you's came out in soft whispers and died into each other's mouth. it was so intimate. you wrapped your legs around his body, ankles locked behind his back. logan held your hands, pinning them against the mattress on both sides of your head and interlacing your fingers.

logan came inside you with a groan that he tried to silence by hiding his face in the crook of your neck while you bit your lower lip as your legs shook and squeezed his body. you felt dizzy from all the panting, your knuckles were white from the tight grip you had on his hands. his claws came out unintentionally but thanks to your hands under his, the blades didn't stab into the mattress otherwise you would have had a lot of explaining to do the next morning.

—are you okay? that must have hurt.

after catching your breath, he removed himself from you and lay down on the bed. you turned to look at him and took one of his hands between yours. you kissed his knuckles before massaging them. you heard the hiss he let out as his claws hid in his hands again.

logan hummed, enjoying the soothing effect that your fingers had on his aching knuckles. he lifted one of his arms so you could snuggle into his chest and you gladly took refuge on one side of his body.

—never been better —. he kissed your temple, holding you closer to him.

you played with the patch of hair on his chest while you silently enjoyed each other's company. logan closed his eyes and hummed as his fingers caressed your hair. you lifted your head from his chest, and he opened one of his eyes, curious to know what happened.

—you know i stopped taking the birth control pill months ago, right?

logan closed his eye, relieved to know it was just that. —yeah, you told me, i remember.

you narrowed your eyes. —you know what that means?

he opened his eyes to look at you, were you being serious? —me cumming inside you? yeah baby, i'm almost 190, i know what that means.

you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds until you let your head fall on his chest again. he could see the worry in your eyes. he ran his fingers through your hair again, telling you that you would be okay even before you could ask him.

—what will we do if i get pregnant?

—we will be okay and we will find a way, we always have.

[captain039]

The predator grounds (old man Logan)

Old man!Alpha! Logan x reader

Warnings: prey/predator, forced heats and ruts, sexual, smut, angst, age gap, claiming, swearing, nicknames, logan lets his feral side out, chubby reader, Logan’s a strong man babes he can throw you around 🫶🏻

I need help xD

It’s too hot when you wake up. The old smelting plant shed is usually cold and unable to hold heat during the cooler days. You also notice your bed is rather uncomfortable and there are sticks or stones digging in your back. You shoot up, eyes wide as you look around the forest. You’re not in your bed, you’re not at the smelting plant with Logan, Caliban or Charles. Where the fuck are you?!

You try not to panic, but it fails. Your heart rate picks up sweat rolls down your temples. It’s so hot out here. You gulp softly standing up on shaky legs and that’s when you feel it, the embarrassing wetness sliding between your thighs. You go bright red pressing your thighs together more to stop the slick going down your thigh. You figure this is some sick joke or maybe Charles finally lost it and his powers are going haywire. This feels all too real and why the hell would the old telepath make you in heat? You jolt looking to the left then right, you’re not alone. There’s heavy breathing nearby and your flight or fright senses are in freeze mode before you hear an angered cry and the slice of blades. You know that noise to well and relief floods you as you head over to the noise. Logan’s kneeling over the man’s corpse panting heavily claws still in the man’s chest. You approach carefully but freeze when you smell it, he’s in rut. He was an old alpha so you figured you wouldn’t have to deal with that anymore but fucking hell he smells so good. It’s old, woodsy, cigar smoke, leather and that whiskey he drinks all the time. It’s not something you usually like but on him, it smells like fucking sex and heaven. You’re afraid to make yourself known, he’s your sworn protector swore to your father that’d he’d never let anything happen to you and nothing has happened till now. You knew him since you were a younger teen, growing up around during those awkward years wasn’t exactly fun till you hit twenty’s and calmed down a bit till your father died and you lived with him. His alpha scent was always uniquely him, despite being dull from age you still caught it every time you went past him.

“Logan” you call softly and he growls turning back teeth bared like an animal as he stares at you for a moment before recognition kicks in. His claws retract his hands blooded as he stands off the corpse and goes to approach. He stops though his nose flaring eyes pinned on you, boots rooted to the forest floor under him.

“Somethings- something happened I don’t know I woke up a few moments ago” you explain but you’re finding it increasingly hard to focus. He smells too good it makes you want to submit, neck bared and presenting to him so he can fuck you, give you what you need. You glance down regretting it when you see the hard outline in his jeans and gulp. He doesn’t speak and you start to worry, you’ve known Logan to be more animalistic during his attack mode. You jolt though hearing a noise and smelling another alpha in rut nearby. Logan growls fucking growls loudly at whoever’s approaching and suddenly he’s at your back strong arm around your waist. He’s panting heavily and he’s so warm against you. He makes sure not to press his lower half into you and it makes you want to whine and press your ass back just to feel it. You see another man, another alpha in heat with a crazed look in his eyes before he sees Logan and backs away. You figured Logan would be seen as a powerful alpha, not one to trifle with but watching it happen makes you even more wet. Logan pulls away abruptly though like you’ve burnt him or something and you frown turning back to him.

“What is this?” You ask as he looks around with a clenched jaw.

“One happened years ago, when I was at the school, all the alphas and omegas of legal age were forced into rut and heat. Woke up in the forest, like some sort of fucking mating grounds for humans” he growls and you freeze he’s been here before?

“You’ve been here before?” You ask and he looks grimly.

“No, but I killed the son of a bitch who started it. Saved the few mutants and humans” he shrugs tensely.

“Ok, so-“ you trail body shuddering as you feel a wave of want go over you.

“Fuck” you mutter moving to the closest tree and putting your hand on it to steady yourself. You haven’t had a heat in a few years, due to living with Logan.

“What’s wrong?” He says gravely but doesn’t make a move to go over.

“The fuck you think is wrong!” You growl at him before apologising and turning so your backs facing him. You need to get a grip, your legs are shaking and you desperately, desperately feel the urge to jump the older alphas bones.

“We need to get out of the open” He states and you nod idly.

“Ok” you say simply and he grunts before he starts walking apparently having better self control than you ever will.

You follow him for a while your vision dances on clear and blurry, your whole body shakes with need and you’re thinking about just lying on the forest floor curling in a ball and hoping the earth will swallow you. You feel so desperate to touch yourself, bring yourself an orgasm so you feel some form of release. Then your mind wanders, Logan’s hand over you, his beard scratching you deliciously his cock-

“Here” you frown focusing as you see him head inside a cave. How the hell did he even find that? He heads inside, grunts, waves you in and you go inside collapsing against the cool rock and groaning. Your legs hurt, your whole body hurts, you feel overly needy.

“Fuckers” he growls and you frown seeing him going through a crate. He pulls out water and rations and you glare at them, fuckers indeed.

“Here” he walks over holds the bottle to you and you breathe him in as you take the bottle your fingers brushing his. It sends a jolt through your body and his eyes stare at you a haze going over them before he shakes his head and stalks away.

“I think, I officially wanna die” you say jokingly, sort of, after some silence sipping on the water occasionally. Logan growls lowly in a warning tone that you’ve never heard and look to him.

“Don’t say that” he snaps and you frown at him. He’s tense, tenser than normal, his eyes are staring at the entrance and he’s got a layer of sweat covering him. You wanna go over there let your omega scent flood his senses so he calms down and clings to you, his nose buried in your neck. You whine at the thought not realising you whined out loud till Logan’s head snaps to look at you and you feel yourself turn ten shades redder and hold your breath.

“Cramp” you lie and he nods stiffly and looks away. You let out your breath with a small huff and press yourself against the cold rock some more.

“What do we do?” You ask not bothering to look at him. He doesn’t answer though and you look at him seeing his grim face as he studies the ground, he doesn’t know, he hasn’t got a clue and neither do you.

next part ->

[davidlikesguys02]

Sleeping With The Enemy

Word count: 1,036

Waning: 18+, gay blowjob giving and receiving, 69, cum swallowing, breeding kink.

M/n: male name

E/c: eye color

GIF not mine

Kinktober 2022

You walk into your fathers throne room, and begin to walk around. You can faintly hear the screams from the people that were getting tortured, you look at the golden hand throne. You begin to walk over to it but before you could take a seat someone walks in “you know that trone will be mine one day”

You turn around and are met with a handsome man “and you are?” “I’m Caliban” “you’re the one who's trying to take my sisters throne” he smiles “guilty” “what do you want” “nothing just came to admire the view” you roll your eyes and begin to walk away.

But before you could walk past Caliban he grabs your arm “you know you want it” “why do you care” “marry me and I’ll give it to you and we can rule earth and hell together” you look up at him and look into his brown eyes “I don’t want to rule earth” he leans in “then we will just rule hell together”

“I don’t want it, but let me ask you something” you lean closer towards him you could feel his warm breath hitting your face “what do you want Caliban?, do you really want to be king or are you looking for something else?” You lay your hand on his chest.

He looks into your E/c eyes and connects your lips together, after a few seconds he pulls away “in time you will realize that you do want it” he picks you up and guides you towards one of the rooms in the castle. He pushes the door open and lets you down, you look around the room and notice the expensive looking bed sheets.

You walk over to the bed and feel the soft silk, you can also feel the warmth radiating from the walls. You feel as hands come around and wrap around your waist, Caliban begins to undress you slowly removing each piece of clothing from your body.

You feel vulnerable as you stand naked in the room “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen” he turns you around and you feel as he begins to knead you ass with his hands and pulls you closer towards him. You feel as one of his fingers begins to enter you slowly, you let out a low moan as his fingers begin to explore

After a few minutes he adds another finger, you feel as he hits your prostate with his finger. You dig your nails into his arm “mhm” he removes his fingers from your hole and you let out a small wine “lay on the bed” you get in the bed and watch as he begins to remove his clothes.

He crawls on top of you and leans in to kiss you, you feel as your cocks rub together and you moan into each other's mouths. He pulls away from the kiss, he changes positions and your face to face with his cock. You also feel as he takes your cock into his mouth.

You moan and Caliban inserts his length into your mouth, you grab his ass and push him further down into your mouth. You bring one of your legs and throw it over his head and begin to sink his mouth on your cock, you feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure he was giving you.

You take his cock out of your mouth “ahh Caliban” “I know it feels amazing” he goes back down on your cock and you feel as you cum in his mouth “mhm” Caliban swallows most of the cum. You begin to catch your breath, “come here”

He flips your body and you feel as he sinks your face into the bed, you feel as his cock begins to slowly enter you. He lays the weight of his body on your back and leans in to whisper in your ear “you want my kids?” You nod into the bed. “Y-yes I want to have your kids Caliban”

He begins to thrust into you hard and you can hear as the bed begins to creak, you grip the bed sheets tightly and watch as your knuckles begin to turn white. You close your eyes from the pleasure and you feel as Caliban grips your hand, “you would look so beautiful with my baby’s in your tummy”

“Mmhm” you smile at the idea of you having Caliban's kids, you know it’s impossible but just the idea of him getting you pregnant turned the both of you on. After a few more thrust you feel as his thrust become slopper, you know he’s close and he knows it too.

All of the sudden his thrust come to a complete stop “don’t wanna cum just yet” he removes his cock from your abused hole and lays next to you, you turn to look at him you watch as his chest falls and rises. You slowly get up and get on top of Caliban.

You align his cock with your hole and sink down, you watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure. You begin to roll your hips and watch as he throws his bed back moaning, he grips your hips and guides your movements on his cock “you are doing so good”

You decide to pick up the speed, and feel as he grips your hips tighter “if you keep this up you’ll make me cum” you lean down and kiss him. He begins to thrust into and pushing your body forward, you lay your hand on the head board as the two of you kiss.

You moan into his mouth as you cum for a second time, you pull away from the kiss just in time to watch as he arches his back cumming deep inside of you, he delivers some final thrust. “You did so good” he removes his cock from your hole and uses one of his fingers to push his cum further into your hole.

“Mhm Caliban” you fall next to him. “Will you marry me?” “Y..yes” you lean closer towards him and feel as his strong arms engulf you in a protective hug.

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📖: 𝑭𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 🌹👹🧙🏼

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[jadegrey711]

It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit. 

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this. 

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield 

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani 

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This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.  

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

[cvriolanus]

sweet as honey | caliban imagine

a/n: back at it again! figured i would write some actual smut since we’re all thirsting over this man. as always, feedback is very appreciated! <3 also, would y’all like to see a part 2 to ‘pretty thing’? let me know!

plot: caliban eats you out for the first time.

warnings: smut? oral (fem!receiving), caliban being a cocky lil shit like always, fluff

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You’ve been waiting for what seemed like days, when it has only been a few hours since he left, promising to return once he was finished with business in Hell. He was the Prince of Hell after all, he had duties in order to claim the throne.

You sighed, sprawled out across your bed, your breathing slow and steady while thinking of his angelic face. His features were flawless to you, his lips were perfectly shaped, skin soft like silk, his eyes piercing and promising danger, his blond hair softly falling around his head like an angel’s halo. Except, he was no angel—no, far from it.

The sun was now beginning to set, birds flying into trees to sleep away the night. Your parents were away visiting your mothers side of the family, telling you that they’d return in a week. Without missing a beat, you summoned your boyfriend Caliban earlier that day, attacking him with your lips, speaking every few seconds and explaining that you two would have your parents house all to yourselves all week long.

The two of you haven’t gone all the way yet, you were nervous about upsetting Caliban with your inexperience, shying away from telling him the truth that you were in fact, a virgin. Little did you know, he already knew the truth of your purity.

Speaking of said Prince, Caliban appeared in a whirl of raging flames by the end of your bed, his head tilting slightly at your sleepy form. Your eyes immediately opened, landing on the Prince. “Caliban!” you gasped, shooting up from your bed and running over to him. He quickly catched you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you in against him so that he could lean down and kiss you senseless.

You moaned against his mouth, making your knees buckle. He hummed, lightly sucking on your bottom lip, before giving it a slight tug with his teeth. “I missed you,” he whispered, smashing his lips against yours passionately, your tongues battling against each other’s. “You taste so sweet,” Caliban said after a moment, pulling away to look at you with lustful eyes. “I wonder how sweet you’ll taste somewhere other than your mouth.”

Your cheeks heated up immediately, your body feeling aflamed and so, so needy for the man in front of you. Caliban smirked, sensing your thoughts. “Well, what do you say? Mind if I have a taste?” Caliban purred, backing you up slowly so that the back of your knees bumped against the bed, his tone making your hands shake. You curled your hands into tight fists, releasing a quiet “Yes, please.”

Caliban grinned, instantly going around the bed, before plopping down and laying on it, his head resting comfortably on your soft pillows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he owned the place with how relaxed he looked. If only you could relax as well.

“Come sit on my face, sweetheart.”

The words nearly knocked you over, your eyes going wide. “What? Are you sure—“

“Yes,” Caliban groaned, his hand making its way down his chest, before cupping his cock through his pants, squeezing his length. “Take off your shorts.” Caliban wasn’t asking you, he was telling you. At those words, you could feel just how wet you’ve become, your juices clearly soaking through your panties. You adored this man, you’ve been dating for nearly two months, it was time.

You didn’t waste any time, hastily tearing your shorts down your bare legs, kicking them off. You still left your pink panties on, decorated with a pretty bow at the top center. Caliban watched you crawl up the bed, his hand reaching out quickly to pull you closer so that you were now straddling his lap. “Oh,” you said dumbly, suddenly feeling very shy and self conscious.

Caliban let out a breathy chuckle, his hands now sliding down your sides to grip your hips, softly rubbing your sides comfortably. “I-I never...” you paused, letting out a shaky breath. “I never done this before,” you explained, avoiding eye contact by looking down at your boyfriends chest. His white victorian shirt was already unbuttoned when he appeared, showing off his abs and the soft chest hair he had.

He was beautiful.

Caliban lifted one hand to your cheek, cupping your face gently, as if you were made of glass. “I would never hurt you, baby. Do you trust me?” Right away you nodded, breathing out slowly to slow down your racing heart. “Yes, of course I trust you.”

Caliban let a boyish smile take over his face for a split second, surprising you. The Prince of Hell leaned up on his elbows, before bringing one hand back up to your face and pulling you down to capture your lips again. This time, he kissed you slowly, as if putting all his affection into the kiss and reassuring you that he would take care of you.

Throughout the kiss, you unconsciously started grinding your hips down against his, making him release a pleasurable moan. You whimpered, feeling his cock through your thin panties, pressing up against you deliciously. Caliban eagerly grabbed you by the hips once more, moving along with you and watching as your chest heaved from the tightness in your belly.

“Caliban,” you choked, moving faster over him. “P-Please.” Caliban didn’t take long, he quickly scooted down with you still on top of him, biting his lip while keeping you steady. “Come on baby, sit on my fucking face.” You obliged at once, moving up so that you were now straddling his head, your legs spread wide over him, showing off the small patch of arousal staining your panties.

Caliban ran the pad of his finger over the small patch, pressing down slightly over your clit, his cock now straining against his pants so much that it physically hurt. Caliban was quick with pushing aside your panties, showing off your glistening pussy to him, making his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re even pretty here...” Caliban said in awe, not fully realizing the words leaving his mouth, before he all but dived into you, his tongue licking up your juices as if he was a starving man. You let out a surprised squeal, catching yourself on the pillows above your boyfriends head, your stomach fluttering in pure bliss.

Caliban sucked on your clit for a moment, still holding your panties aside with one hand and the other grabbing the back of your thigh, squeezing harshly. “Oh, fuck!” you shouted, throwing your head back. Caliban then moved to circle your virgin hole with his hot tongue, slurping up the cum that was now practically pouring out of you. “You taste so fucking good, baby. So, so sweet...” Caliban murmured.

You let out a small whine, gripping the pillows and moving one hand to tangle your fingers into Caliban’s hair, feeling his tongue enter you, fucking you with zest. Caliban kept fucking you with his tongue, going as deep as he could, drawing all sorts of breathy moans from your mouth. All the sudden, you felt slight pressure, the feeling of Caliban circling his finger around your tiny hole, feeling how warm and wet he’s made you. Without warning, Caliban thrusted one long, nimble finger into you, curling it slightly to feel your velvety walls almost suffocate his finger.

You let out a loud wail, before you started to grind your pussy against his face, desperate to come. “Come on baby, cum all over my face,” Caliban cooed, fucking you with his finger while sucking gently on your clit. Caliban swiftly added a second finger, scissoring your walls rapidly. You felt only a slight burning sensation, but it only seemed to add to the pleasure for you.

Your thighs began to shake with your orgasm quickly approaching, the band in your belly about to snap. You felt like your heart was going to burst, your body on fire with the way Caliban consumed the sweet nectar from between your legs. “Oh, Caliban,” you cried, rutting against the mans face, not a single care in the world. Caliban eventually pulled his fingers out of you, before returning to fucking your hole with just his tongue, savoring the addictive taste of you.

Caliban drank from your cunt greedily, then started to rub tight, lazy circles on your clit. You were about to come, any moment now. “I’m g-going to—“

“Do it, now,” Caliban growled against you, feeling your walls flutter around the tip of his tongue, the feeling of your orgasm hit you so violently, it began to wash over you in waves. You let out a high pitched scream, cumming all over Caliban’s face. Caliban moaned, licking up your orgasm with delight, feeling the way your body seemed to twitch at how powerful your orgasm was.

Caliban lapped up the rest of your orgasm lazily, taking his time. You were so sensitive now, letting go of Caliban’s hair from your tight grip, your breathing shallow. Your body felt like it was going to collapse, you felt like mush. “C-Caliban, too.. too much,” you mumbled, your eyes heavy.

Caliban chuckled, giving one final lick up your pussy, before lightly tapping your ass, signaling for you to lay down. You crawled off him, laying down next to him silently. Caliban turned on his side, facing you to see your flushed skin, your lips slightly parted as you stared up at the ceiling. You just had your very first orgasm from another human being, you were in shock, but so happy that it was with Caliban.

Caliban watched as your breathing seemed to return back to normal, your eyes meeting his curiously. Caliban smirked, “Wanna go again?”

You laughed, nodding. Caliban rolled on top of you, grinding his cock against the lower half of your stomach, leaning down to press his soft lips against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer so that his cock was now pressed up against your aching cunt, ready to be fucked. You hummed, tasting yourself on his lips. “So sweet...” you mumbled against his mouth, running your tongue over his.

Caliban pulled away, his eyes locked with yours before he grinned, “Sweet as honey.”

fin