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sttoru · 10 months ago

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[ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 ]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the king of curses cannot fight off his primal urges and thus you suffer the consequences.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, angst (w/ comfort), p.orn with mostly plot. mäting press. choking. rough like.. condescendingly rough. objectification. toxic relationship? yes. small hint of creampiē. double cawks. reader gets called ‘slut, girl, woman’ wc: 3.9k

“look at that slutty cunt takin’ my cock. think i wanna try fitting both at once in that lil’ hole. keh,” sukuna grunts as he looks down at you from above. your legs are burning from being folded in half—matter of fact—your entire body is aching.

any normal person would call out their safeword in a situation like this. you’re overwhelmed to the point that your brain doesn’t know what to do. you’re experiencing euphoria, yet feel like your doom is right around the corner.

you’re playing with fire whenever you’re intimate with the king of curses.

it’s too addictive to stop. being his favorite concubine has given you enough motivation to push through any difficulties. any discomfort your body feels, is automatically discarded and replaced with drowning pleasure. it’s like sukuna has put a spell on you; one that’s unbreakable.

“fffnghh—my lord,” you gasp for air as one of his big hands wrap tightly around your throat. your airway is blocked, nearly crushed by sukuna’s immense force. you get a flashback to the last time he’s choked you, how sukuna nearly lost control of his own strength.

your eyes are watery as your insides follow each thrust. back and forth, in and out. it is a simple rhythm, but you cannot get enough. the harsh and sticky echoes of skin slapping against skin are nearly ear deafening. his heavy balls bounce against the plush flesh of your ass with every move, ready to unload everything they’ve stored.

“shut up,” sukuna spits, looking down at you like you’re but a mere insect. perhaps you were exactly that to him in the heat of the moment. his red eyes show that he’s losing himself. that cruel yet greedy look only intensifies with the second, “you only speak when y’re spoken to—or did y’ forget your damn place?”

you swallow your words and resort to simple moaning after you apologise, “i’m sorry, m’lord.” your blurry vision creates a trippy illusion, giving sukuna eight arms and eyes. not only are you seeing double, the feeling of ecstasy is twice as strong. you feel like you’re being ripped apart from the inside.

you can’t speak about it. you’re not allowed to open your mouth unless it’s to moan or breathe. perhaps even the latter is too much to ask. your fingers shake as they wrap around sukuna’s wrist. you try to tug at the hand that is wrapped around your throat, but your strength is gone.

your body is shaking violently with each thrust. you can’t keep up with anything that’s happening. you’re unable to process the feeling of sukuna’s second cock trying to prod its way into your cunt as well. you’re going to break — he’s going to break you.

you want to speak up and tell him you can’t take both in the same hole at once. it’s an impossible task; one can’t even fit that easily. he’s girthy and got an immense length, an inhuman one you’ve never seen before. you swear you can feel him in your tummy. the tip feeling like it's nestled right underneath your belly button.

sukuna scoffs as you tighten up around his lower cock. you’re weak; a weak human who he can’t seem to get out of his mind. he wants to exploit that obedience of yours today—to ruin you mentally and physically.

he can’t ignore those urges to ruin that what causes him weakness. he wishes to regain the power over himself again. that can only be done by consuming you, removing you from existence.

“i can’t fuckin’ stand you,” sukuna growls, his eyes darkening beyond imagination, “y’re always in the way.” you’re scared of the king of curses, which rarely happens. the last time you were afraid of his monstrous aura was during your first encounter in the woods. his manly hand squeezes your throat until you’re genuinely struggling to breathe.

there’s an unmistakable sense of danger boiling in your guts. this is the real nature of the curse named ryomen sukuna. the man above you, who’s drilling his cock into you while you’re suffering, is the real deal.

the true face of the man you thought you knew.

“i’m gonna get rid of you, y’hear? after this, y’re nothing,” sukuna pants, sweat droplets falling onto your cheeks from above. he looks like he’s internally fighting with himself. the expression on his face tells you enough. you want to reach a hand out towards his cheek and hold it.

he looks beautiful, even when he spews such serious threats at you. your cunt is burning and holding tightly onto his cock, even when you realise it may break you.

you’ve stayed for so long with him, even when you know you’ll one day die at his side or by his hands.

locks of his pink hair stick to his forehead. sweat rolls down those black tattoos. all four red eyes are burning with a carnal desire to claim you as his property—to destroy you like his property. as is his right. that’s the only way to satiate that overwhelming feeling inside of sukuna.

whenever you’re around him, he finds himself drawn by your presence. he wants you to stay by his side all day, and if you aren’t, it’s like gravity is pulling him towards you. sukuna despises it—he craves to possess you, yet also get rid of your entire being. that way he can return to his normal self. the monster he's known as.

“i’ll throw ya away—gonna get a new toy to spend more time with,” the king of curses digs his nails into the back of your knees. the tip of his upper cock glides back and forth over your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until it’s burning. you’re losing yourself in both pleasure and pain.

the hurtful words don’t seem to affect you. you still look up at him like he’s your everything—like he’s the reason you exist. sukuna turns furious the moment he notices that his threats don’t seem to work. you’re impossible and he hates that which he cannot control.

he cuts off any air that may enter your lungs. your eyes widen and your fingers tug at his wrist so he’d let loose, but alas. you’re going to lose consciousness without a doubt. tears stream down your cheeks, though not because of the hopelessness you’re feeling.

“i do not need you anymore,” sukuna says gruffly, trying to convince himself of that statement as well. he never needed anyone else during his entire lifetime, so why would he need you? he can replace you with any another woman.

your body goes limp. sukuna’s voice is muffled as you enter a state of half consciousness. you’re at the bridge between life and death. your eyes catch a glimpse of the faint struggle in his eyes.

he looks like a monster through and through, visibly acting like one too. though you’re able to catch a glimpse of an underlying vulnerability. that part of him that always shows itself when you two are alone—making you feel special because you’re the only one allowed to witness it.

you crack a faint, weak smile. even if you perish right then and there, it’s going to be at the hands of the man you’ve learnt to love. the sorcerer who’s made you feel on top of the world, without him realising it. you’ll forever be thankful for the moments you’ve spent together.

you’ll never forget the times where sukuna has made you feel safe in those same arms that will now be your death.

a tear slides down your temple. you look sukuna in the eyes while you’re seconds away from meeting your end. you show no signs of struggle as he gives you your final command;

“die.”

you close your eyes. your fingers loosen their grip around sukuna’s wrist before you let your hand fall at your side. you’ve accepted your fate with a weary smile, honored to have sukuna be the last thing you see, “understood, my lord.”

you’ve lost feeling in all limbs and your eyelids droop. all you can do is await for death to come collect your soul. it’s dark and you can’t hear a thing anymore. you’re confused when the burning sensation in your lungs returns.

your eyes fly open the moment some oxygen is able to reach your airway again. the harsh fingers around your neck have disappeared, though not without leaving aching marks. you clutch your chest as it hurts to breathe after not being able to for the longest time.

you gasp and cough uncontrollably. you wince and blink the tears away from your eyes, refocusing your vision on the large stature detaching from your side. you’re bewildered to say the least—not realising the reason behind sukuna’s sudden change of heart. he’s sworn to get rid of you, didn’t he?

he told you to die and yet he let you live.

“fuck,” the king of curses groans after he snapped out of the dangerous state he was in. he’s panting snd staring at the hand that was once wrapped around your throat. he’s not looking at you at all.

you feel him pull out which makes you hiss. you sit up, the adrenaline helping your tired body move itself. sukuna is silent, with no emotions apparent on his face. however one thing you can conclude for sure is that he’s caught off guard by his own actions.

he can’t get it out of his head. the vision of you laying beneath him, accepting your doom as told. even on the brink of death, you oblige. you accept his every word. why? sukuna’s head is filled with unanswered questions.

you’re an enigma that he cannot solve.

“out of the way, girl,” sukuna easily shoves you to the side with one hand. he’s still not looking you in the eyes. he refuses to look in the eyes of the one woman whom he tried to kill. the sole woman who seems to accept him for who he is.

you’re the only one who’s able to understand him and yet he tried to get rid of you. perhaps he’s afraid of being understood and accepted. sukuna is fine on his own—there’s no need for anyone by his side.

you manage to get your breathing under control after a couple seconds. you’re still hyperventilating, but it’s getting better. your body shakes as you cover yourself with the sheets, your hair messily covering your vision. you reach a hand out to sukuna, curious about what’s gotten into him, “i’m, ngh- are you okay, m—”

“i said, get out,” the man raises his voice before harshly grabbing your wrist. sukuna pushes you towards the exit of his chambers. you stumble forward and manage to catch yourself by grabbing onto the nearest wall. everything is happening so fast.

you simply nod and grab your robes from the floor. you hurriedly cover yourself before stepping out of the room. you fall to your knees not two steps away into the hallway. your hand flies up to your neck, touching it as if making sure that you’re still alive.

you can’t believe sukuna spared you. if he changed his mind one second later than he originally had, you’d be a lost cause.

tears well up in your eyes as the gravity of the situation settles in. you may have accepted your fate in the heat of the moment, but now that it’s over, you’re left trembling on your own. you can’t shake off that intense look in sukuna’s eyes as he pounded you into the mattress.

he was hungry for your soul. to consume you and not leave any of your bones—to get rid of you so you’re out of his sight and mind.

you sniffle and can’t bring yourself to stand up. you’ve lost strength in your legs because the adrenaline levels in your body have dropped. you slowly crawl over the floor and hope that no one catches you in a pitiful state like this.

you manage to get a couple metres away, though soon find yourself staring at a pair of socks that come into view. you lift your head and the owner of the tabi eventually appears in sight.

“uraume,” your voice is hoarse. you make eye contact with sukuna’s personal chef as they stand before you, their expression unreadable.

the sigh they let out tells you that they’ve expected such an outcome since long ago. without a word, they reach a hand out and help you up.

. . .

it’s been a week since then. uraume has helped you recover from that unfortunate experience. the other concubines didn’t dare talk to you. they’ve noticed the change in sukuna’s behavior after that night he spent with you.

he’s gone on more rampages than he usually does. he’s been killing innocent servants who walked past him while on duty, and visiting nearby villages only to commit mass destruction. his emotions are uncontrollable at this point and no one has a clue on what to do.

the best option is to stay out of sukuna’s sight. and not to mess with you, just in case.

you’ve personally tried to approach him a couple times, but either chicken out or get totally ignored. you really want to talk it out, though it may seem impossible. you’ve evaded death once, you’re not sure if you can do that twice.

you’re currently sitting on a bench in the courtyard as uraume is applying an ointment to your throat. your neck still hurts with every move you make. the strength of sukuna’s hand is not to be underestimated, you know that.

you flinch as they rub the cold liquid over your achy skin. it helps numbing the pain, which is god sent for when you want to sleep. you can easily rest without having to suffer the unbearable discomfort in your neck muscles.

it’s a bit quiet in the garden. it isn’t unusual for uraume to be silent, but you’re aching to talk about what’s bothering you. of course, the oh-so-important subject includes no one other than the king of curses.

you sigh and start rambling about your failed attempts to reconcile your relationship with sukuna. you’re getting frustrated and sad at the situation. you want nothing more than to go back to how things were—with you receiving special treatment.

you miss his voice, his touches, his hair, his skin, his muscles, his eyes, his hugs. . . it’s all too much to bear with. you want the sukuna you know back. you don’t care if he tried to get rid of you. you’ve long understood that it was his primal, unspoken urges that had taken over his brain.

“i don’t know.. he doesn’t want to talk to me nor see me,” you shrug and pout. uraume nods and tilts your chin back gently to get the ointment in every little cranny. you stare up at the bright blue sky, the gentle breeze being comforting, both mentally and physically.

your ears pick up on footsteps behind you. heavy footsteps which you recognise as sukuna’s. you whip your head to the side, perhaps a bit too fast, causing the pain in your neck muscles to return. you hear uraume sigh as they see their hard work go to waste in under a split second.

your eyes are focused on sukuna’s large stature filling out the layout of the garden. uraume politely bows at their master after taking a few steps away from you. they don’t lift their head as sukuna walks past you both.

he doesn’t spare you a glance. it’s like you’re not there at all. you frown and pout, though know better than to make a fool out of yourself and speak up. you watch the man walk into the main building of the estate, his sharp eyes focused on the path ahead, his hands resting inside the sleeves of his black kimono.

once sukuna disappears from your vision, you sigh and slump back against the bench. you look at uraume as they move close to you again, taking a glance at your neck. you huff and cock your head to the entrance of the building, “see! that’s what i mean!”

you’re clearly fed up. you just want to make up. you don’t care about the fact that he nearly killed you in that moment. you simply desire to feel that connection between the two of you again. a complicated relationship with its many ups and downs. it may be toxic, but you crave it.

uraume hums at your worries. they radiate a sense of peace that inevitably calms you down as well. they take a quick glance at the direction where sukuna was last seen. they’ve been serving him ever since decennia back—way before you became his concubine.

they’ve never seen him this conflicted, but they don’t tell you that. uraume looks back at you with a simple nod, trusting that you’ll be fine. if your life has been spared when sukuna was in such an indescribable irrational state of mind, then there’s nothing to worry about.

you’re the only one who’s ever escaped death by his hands. that is an incredible feat by itself.

uraume rubs the oil over your neck again, getting the last spots as they reassure you with one simple sentence; “i’m sure lord sukuna simply requires some time alone.”

. . .

you take uraume’s comment seriously. if sukuna needed time, you’ll give him as much space as possible. and thus it’s been another week ever since then.

it’s a sunday night and you can’t sleep. you get up from your futon and wrap a simple blanket around your body. you can’t be bothered to brush your hair or look proper. no one will be up during this ungodly hour anyway.

you sneak out of your chambers and walk down the long hallways. you slide the door to the courtyard open and step out onto the pavement after putting on your geta. it’s a chilly night with a full moon, perfect weather to take a breather.

you walk around the familiar scenery and crouch down near a patch of flowers. they’re your favorites. sukuna had personally ordered his servants to plant them in the garden after he found out you like them. the memory brings a fond smile to your face.

such small yet meaningful actions never fail to melt your heart. it’s another reason why you want to make up with sukuna. you want to help with whatever he’s struggling with, however you know that man will never accept the aid.

you wish to support him at the very least. you want to show your devotion to him, if that already wasn’t clear to him.

you sigh and stand up. you’re caught up in your own thoughts to realise that someone’s been watching you the entire time. you walk straight forward until you reach the koi pond. you stare at the fish as they float in the clear water.

you wish you could be as carefree as them. you turn around to walk back to your room after it’s getting a bit too cold. you did not expect to bump your head against a hard surface. “ow,” you rub your forehead and look up.

there he stands; the man you’ve been dying to see and speak to. sukuna stares down at you without uttering a word, his sharp eyes finally looking into yours.

“ry— my lord,” you stammer, switching to a more polite stance. you’re thrilled, but the excitement quickly dies down as you remember uraume’s words; he needs time. you don’t want to disturb him, as much as you want to jump into his arms. you bow your head at him, “have a good night.”

your heart hurts as you force yourself away from sukuna. you step away from him and look at the ground as you walk. simply seeing him from up close again has been enough for now. though, your body yearns for more.

a simple touch will suffice. . .

you’re surprised when you feel a tug at the blanket around your shoulders. you stumble back and nearly fall on your bum if it wasn’t for sukuna holding you up. you feel an arm sneak around your waist from behind, surprisingly gentle. much gentle than ever before.

sukuna lowers his head to whisper in your ear. he lets his wet tongue slide over the shell, nibbling at the skin as if reminding himself of your taste, “stay.”

it’s an order, that you can tell. you’re weak for him and thus you obey without a single sign of protest. you feel a sudden sharp sting on the side of your neck which makes you remember what caused it. sukuna seems to notice the same thing.

it’s been getting better, but you still randomly get tingles near your neck area when you move it around too much. you silently push through the pain, which only lasts about a few seconds.

sukuna doesn’t comment on it, but takes a mental note of the sight. he’s recalling that time when you’ve nearly died at his hands. his eyes darken at the memory. he’s been trying to process the fact that he’s lost control over himself. those dark urges had taken over his mind and body, nearly consuming him whole.

they’re still hidden inside him—the desires to possess you, crush you, consume and devour your heart, body and soul. they intensify when you’re with him. it doesn’t happen with anyone else.

sukuna still cannot comprehend why you. what does that feeling in his stomach mean whenever he’s with you? it’s irritating, because it confuses him. confusing things which he doesn’t hold the answer over, annoy the king of curses.

an urge to claim someone as his forever, going as far as to want to consume them, is a new feeling to sukuna. it’s an unhealthy obsession that’s started because of you.

is that what humans call love?

he’s thought about it. perhaps, that is the case. but it must be a different type of love—one that’s so overwhelming that it’s dangerous. for both parties involved.

sukuna sighs. thinking about emotions and feelings isn’t his forte—it never really was. it’s stupid and foolish. and yet sukuna feels like a true king whenever you’re with him. your devotion to him sends shivers down his spine in a good way.

it showed two weeks ago. he saw how you accepted your position; your death. it turns him on to see you so submissive and obedient. maybe that’s also a reason why he nearly lost his mind that day.

lust is a scary thing.

sukuna’s lips avoid your neck. he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder, simply standing still against you from behind. the chilly breeze is long forgotten as his large stature protects you from the cold air. you don’t even need your blanket anymore.

you smile in content as you finally get what you want. you don’t even need an apology. hell—you don’t even need any words. this moment is more than enough to rebuild your relationship with the man behind you.

“y’re not going anywhere, yeah?” sukuna says in a low and possessive tone. it��s another command you follow without hesitation. he’s never going to tell you directly, but the lack of your presence has definitely been felt. now that he has you, his favorite concubine, he’s not going to lose you again. he won’t allow it.

you nod at sukuna’s words with a chuckle. you’re happy to be back in his warm embrace. you know that sukuna isn’t one to talk about his own inner turmoil, so you don’t push it.

those dark urges of his are to be discussed another day, if sukuna allows it. for now, this fleeting moment is more than enough. you reply to his order as you always do, to any command that leaves his lips;

“understood, my lord.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk angst #sukuna angst

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evilgwrl · 6 months ago

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Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Eight)

CW: Oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex (no protection), creampies, praise, hickies, spit swallowing, Simon leaves without verbally saying anything

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

You were sickly warm, sweat pooling at your pores as he laid you on the plushness of his sheets, the drive home was cut minutes short by his erratic driving, his fingers gripping leather, burning it into the print of his hand.

You could feel him everywhere, the musk from his skin seeping into your veins as Simon kissed you, teeth nibbling against your bottom lip with aggravation. Aggravation that he wasn’t inside you, feeling you wrapped around him.

Your clothes were littered around the room, discarded into messy piles, lace panties being the only thing between the two of you. His teeth were at your neck next, grazing before he bit down gently, a delicate moan pulled from your mouth as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Simon please- I need you.”

He laughed quietly, “I gotta get you ready first, okay? Gotta make sure you can take it.”

Nimble fingers were tugging down your undergarments, drenched in both your slick and the dampness from your skin. Simon was filthy, bringing it up to his face as he breathed in your scent before he was diving between your thighs, tugging them apart with ease as he licked up your vulva, the tanginess of your wetness collecting on his tongue as he moaned, muffling his mouth into your cunt.

You stuttered out his name in your sex-drunk state, already fuelled by your demand for him. His tongue was rapid, slurping up your juices with vehemence, nose budging against your sensitive clit before he was dipping it into his mouth, warmth engulfing your pussy as he swirled the muscle around it.

The room was filled with the wet gush of your cunt, his pants against you sending you into overdrive as you gripped onto his hair, grinding against him with a demand to come.

“Fuck- fuck Simon, too much-“

You were so sensitive, so overworked as you felt two fingers nudge at your entrance, pushing into the wet canal with ease as he felt around your pillowy walls, enjoying how constricted and tight you were. He found your sweet spot quickly, rubbing against it as you writhed on the bed, your legs thrown around buff shoulders.

You could feel yourself coming undone, your pussy spasming as he filled every sense with himself, his tongue trailing between your folds and nub as he wrecked you on his long digits. You felt stuffed, pussy filled with his scissoring fingers as you choked on the air, your head thrown back into a pillow.

“That’s it, taste so fucking good, prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” your neighbour slurred, tipsy on the pure taste of you. His words were enough, spiralling you into an orgasm as your back arched, spine bent with pleasure as your thighs shook, drenching his mouth with your slick as he continued his movements, fucking you through your orgasm until you were screaming in overstimulation.

He was quick to pull you into a kiss, working his mouth against yours, the tang of you diving into your tastebuds as you whined against him. Simon’s cock was hard, resting proudly in his boxers, a large, wet stain next to the bulging tip.

“Please fuck me,” you swallowed, looking into his eyes with intensity as he nodded, pulling your neck back to mark. Your fingers were strained, pulling down his briefs as his cock sprung out, length slapping against his stomach. He was intimidating, barely being able to fit him in your mouth.

Your eyes were wide, lashes flickering as you stared at his cock, drool collecting in the pool of your mouth.

“You can take it,” he cooed, lifting your head up to look at him before pushing you back, your back flush against the bed as he climbed over the top of you, a hand on his member, the other beside your head. Simon was painfully hard, his dick flushed a deeper colour, veins throbbing with release as he teased your cunt, pushing the tip between sloppy folds, collecting the slick that coated your hooded clit.

Your body tensed as he nudged against your hole, the burn sizzling through you as you whined. His eyes were dark, treasuring the way your face scrunched, your teeth trapped in your bottom lip.

“Relax for me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead as you gripped onto his shoulders, pulling him flush against you in an attempt for comfort. You nodded against his chest, feeling the stretch as he pushed into your gummy walls, pussy squeezing him like a vice as he groaned.

His hips stuttered, bottoming out inside of you as your breath hicked, airy groan leaving your lips as you scratched at the tender skin on his back. Simon was like a madman, the feeling indescribable as he pulled out before slamming back in, relishing in the way you gripped around him.

“Fuck – you’re so fucking tight-“

Your mouth was jutted open as he worked up a quickening pace, the squelch of your pussy merged into the sound of your breathy moans, hot whines settling in your chest as he grunted. A coil of pleasure wracked through you as he nudged against the exact spot that led you to lose control.

“Right there – right there, Si, please,” you cried, digging into his muscles, freckles of blood pooling under your nails.

You didn’t have to tell him twice, his pace feverish as he worked into you, collecting your anticipation along his length as you shuddered underneath him. You were fucked out, coming completely undone as he pleasured you, enjoying the way you clenched against him. Your mouth was wide open as he spat, holding your cheeks in place as he commanded you to swallow, your mouth instantly closing as you obeyed.

His hips began to falter as the coil in your belly heated up again, spiralling your muscles as you babbled incoherently. “Si- gonna come,” you whined as he clutched onto your neck, the restriction only adding to your need for release as you choked, spluttering out a sob as you orgasmed, milking his cock as he groaned.

“Jesus – fuck-“ he swore, his tip kissing your cervix as you writhed beneath him, tits jiggling with intensity before he stopped deep inside you, hot spurts of come leaking into your messy cunt as he groaned, resting his forehead against yours in a sweaty heap.

Your chests heaved in unison, a giggle leaving your lips as he pulled out, collapsing next to you. His spend leaked from your achy cunt, clit throbbing as you radiated heat. Simon was quick to get up, his naked body glistening with perspiration as he walked to the bathroom, wetting a towelette for you.

Your body sunk into the sheets, a quick euphoria of slumber overtaking you as he wiped you down, your eyes moulding into darkness as you turned, hugging a pillow that was quickly replaced with his body. Simon felt complete, for once. The comfort of someone surrounding him allowing him to relax. He felt fine.

He was fine.

Until his phone rang, the familiar name listed under Price sending a deep shiver through him.

“Hello?” He grumbled, voice slick with annoyance as he rested a hand against your ear to muffle any noise.

“Got an urgent mission come up, need you at base in 45 minutes.”

“Ok. See you in 45.”

The encounter was short as Ghost rubbed his face, contemplating whether or not he should wake you or let you sleep. His duffle bag settled at the door, the heap of his job weighing on him as he took in your sleeping figure, your mouth nestled open with slight snores.

His handwriting was messy, a quick note reading, ‘Been called on deployment. Not sure when I’ll be back. Didn’t want to wake you. You can use the spare key I left on the side to lock up. – S’.

And like that, he was gone. The house was empty, eerily quiet. Like he was never there.

A Ghost.

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woodle-isbae · 7 months ago

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"Oouuhh- shit ma...feel so fuck'n good"

"Oh yeah? You like this?"

He nodded his head , fingers gripped into the plush of your thighs. He sat between your legs, back pressed against your tits, your hand slowly jerking him off.

"Yeah..jus' like that- oh fuck.."

You used your free hand to turn his head to the side , leaning in closer to give him sloppy kisses , your tongues lashing for dominance.

"I'm gone cum- shii"

"Not yet..lemme count you down."

He whined , hips bucking into your palm for some form of release , unfortunate to him you had slowed your hand. Starting your slow and agonizing count down from 10

"Ten...nine.."

"Ouhh fuckk- pleasepleaseplease"

He pleaded , knowing that you won't do anything to change your pace but still tried his best , your thumb grazing over his tip made him shudder each time.

"Eight..seven.."

He knew he couldn't hold back anymore but had to , after pissing you off for the whole day , he deserved this punishment.

"Six..five..four.."

"Pleasepleaseplease-fuck! I'm so fuck'n close ma."

You couldn't help but giggle at his state , he was a mess in your hands , his only thought was to cum.

"Three...two.."

He was shaking in your grasp , breathing very shallow as he was practically sobbing out , hips grip on your thighs was sure to leave a bruise if not dig into the skin.

"One."

"O-ouh fuuckk-"

He gave a few weak thrusts into your palm before shooting his cum all over your hand and his torso , his orgasm hitting him like a brick wall. You peppered him with kisses and praises while he caught his breath.

"You did so well f'me...this how you supposed to act."

"Uh huh...I'm sorry."

"It's alright baby"

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alien-magnolia · 7 months ago

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You Saved Me

Tw: logan howlett x fem!reader, domestics, description of childbirth/pregnancy, breeding knk, fem/mutant! reader, domestics, Logan being so caring <3 18+ MDNI

A/n: please support your creators and reblog if you love this content <3 xoxo, Liz

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You never believed in being absolutely crushed, enamored with someone just from one instance of meeting. Just from one glance. That never fell to be true. Until you met Logan.

He saved you from Striker’s Island, saved you from life in a cage, life as an experiment, carrying you off the grounds of the facility because you had a broken leg. He was so caring, so gentle, with you that day.

You sobbed as the bone in your leg bulged out, itching to relieve itself in the fresh air, away from the mess that was your thigh. “I know it hurts. Just hold on to me, yeah? Won’t let anything happen to you,” he consoles, his gruff voice and warm, heaving chest a comfort to you as the pain from your leg was asinine — slowly killing you.

He was gentle on the night you eloped, as well. The two of you fell enamored with each other in only a span of a few months. You needed each other to heal. The two of you spend some time away from the X-mansion, back in the outskirts of the Colorado mountains.

“Let me carry you over these rocks, bub. Don’t want you to strain yourself,” he chided at you, and once again, those strong, hairy arms you loved so much, picked you up as if you weighed nothing, and carried you to the edge of the cliff. “It’s beautiful here, Logan,” you exclaim in quiet awe. “It’s nice. Private,” he replies, a large hand coming to cup your face. “You saved me, bub. After losing my brother, having all these god-fuckin’ awful memories. Had so much pain,” he sighs. “I know. You’re safe now, Lo,” your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him into a slow and chaste kiss.

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“Can’t! Can’t take it anymore — Lo!!,” you squealed, as his broad chest pressed up against your back, all the chest hair leaving marks on your back. His large hands cradling your front, occasionally squeezing at your plush tits, his grunts animalistic. “Doing so well, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Give me one more squeeze bub, I know you can,” he reassures, as you feel like you’re about to explode from his thick, eight inch cock ramming into you, over and over.

You’re in complete bliss as you feel his seed seeping into you. You were fertile. You were his. His claws come out as he finishes, almost touching your neck. He pulled them back quickly, checking if you were okay. “Love you so much, sweetheart. You’re my moon, I’m your Wolverine,” he whispers, as he rolls you over onto your back, wiping you with a towel. He lays down next to you, cradling you on his big chest, in an almost paternal way.

You were safe, you were loved.

He continued being the softest, gentle, man that he could be, with you. Even when the both of you returned to the Mansion. He would constantly check in on you if you were teaching class, advising the students of how you gained control of your telepathy. He would always make sure you went to bed at a reasonable time, and that you wouldn’t over exert yourself while teaching.

His love and care for you was innately fierce, and it grew even more fervorous when you told him you were pregnant. You’ve never seen the man so happy.

He was insanely protective over you. He was your shadow, always around where you were. If another at the mansion even so simply looked at you, he would get defensive. “We got a problem here?,” he would ask, claws slowly inching out. They would shake their head quickly and walk away.

He would hold back your hair as you had morning sickness, constantly ill. He would tell you everything would be okay, as you gained a bit of weight, as your hormones raged out of control.

“What do you need, bub? Water? I can make you somethin’ to eat too, don’t hold out on me, now,” he asks, as he walks into your kitchen after a long day of working with Charles on a new project. You sniffle, “I never knew pregnancy would be this hard, Lo. I’m losing it.” “Hey. You’re still my moon, y’ know. You saved me, sweetheart. Still love ya just the same, even if you’re all heavy with my kid. It’s a new life we made,” he reassures, bringing you in to the safe haven of his chest again. You smile warmly, as he continues to hold you.

He was there with you for the birth. You were in so much pain, and he held you — every step of the way. When the infant was finally out, the three of you spent hours just laying together, having skin to skin contact. “My moon. Did so well f’me, sweetheart,” he tells you, as you have your infant laying on his chest, and your fingers gently touch his beard.

He saved you, after all.

A/n: I want this man in a very bad way, a very, very, very, very bad way. Screaming. References here are from original X men movie and X men origins: Wolverine.

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rcvcgers · 17 days ago

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Rotten Apples, pt. 6

masterlist , series masterlist , ao3 link

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five , part seven , part eight

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you and caleb ride the coelum express. a nightmare occurs. caleb and you head off on a work trip.

word count: 8.0k words

warnings: not proofread!

author's note: hi everyone! i just wanna say that pt.6 is lowkey like a filler episode! parts 7/8 are going to be plot oriented! they'll most likely be released next weekend! this one just needs to get us to the next angsty part ;)

content warning: reader touches caleb's crotch, mentions of cunnilingus/hickeys, lmk if i forgot anything else

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The expression on your face is absolutely adorable to Caleb. He loves the way your lips part, the shock and awe hidden behind your dark sunglasses, and he adored how you held onto the greasy breakfast sandwich just a little tighter when the realization that it is him at your side finally hit you. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to form some snarky remark or comment about how much you hate him or that he should throw himself off of the Coelum Express.

Sure, it is tiring to hear the constant negative comments, but it’s well worth it if he can spend another hour between your legs. Even losing more of his memory is worth it to see your face.

“I’m…” you begin to speak, voice falling off, “I’m too hungover to deal with you right now.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow. He watches as you stand from your seat, shimmying past him. You aim for the doors but they close as room as you step into the aisle. The train rolls back before pushing forward.

You lose your balance but Caleb is quick to grab you. His large hands hold your sides. The Coelum Express’ pace quickens. The Colonel helps guide you back to your seat, helping you sit back down.

You readjust in your seat and hold the sandwich closer to your chest. Caleb hums in amusement, holding back a laugh at your failed escape. Slowly, you turn your back to him, revolving in the plush blue seat to face out the window instead of him. Caleb leans with you, trying not to lose sight of your face.

You stare out the train’s window. The breakfast sandwich stares at you, the perfectly cooked egg glistening in the morning sun, the lustful sight of the perfect breakfast meal making your stomach rumble. You take another slow and deliberate bite. You swallow the mouthful then turn back to Caleb.

His head is rolled back, chin tilted up, eyes closed. He lets out a quiet sigh. He spreads his legs open and readjusts his position, hands resting in his lap.

“Caleb.”

“Hm?”

“I have a question.”

“And I have an answer,” Caleb opens his eyes. His head falls to the side, purple eyes landing on you. His dark hair falls onto his forehead. Your arm twitches. Desperation fills your body; you fight the urgent desire to keep his face clear so you can memorize the intricate details of his face.

Caleb’s gaze softens. Your heart pounds in your chest, making your ears ring.

Why does he always have to look at you like that? Doesn’t he know how much it effects you?

Butterflies erupt in your stomach but you push away the feeling, clearing your throat. You break away from his gaze, looking at the train’s surprisingly clean floor, before turning your head back to him.

“Why are you here?” you ask. Caleb’s brows furrow for a split second before relaxing. He tilts his body towards you, reaching out to slip the sunglasses off of your face once again.

“I went to your house to check in on you but you weren’t there, so…” a smile flashes across his face, the man nudging your side, “I came here to make sure my pretty bird was okay…aaaaaaand I needed a ride back to Skyhaven. I killed two birds with one stone.”

Your lips press into a thin line and you stare at him with an expression that can only say one thing: really?

“You’re a Colonel…don’t you have your own, oh I don’t know, jet or plane or whatever to take you to to and from Skyhaven?” You lean into him, eyes narrowed, ready to pull apart whatever story he comes up with.

To your surprise, Caleb leans in, your noses just barely grazing over each other. You gulp and stay where you are, not wanting to back down. The man in front of you lets out a soft chuckle. He reaches up and messes with your hair.

“That’s for official business only, pretty bird,” he winks. You gasp and pull away, looking at your reflection in the window to try and salvage your hair.

It’s of no use. You might as well accept defeat now than go through more embarrassment that is bound to happen.

A yawn floats from your mouth and you’re quick to cover it with a cough but not quick enough to hide it from Caleb. He inches closer to you and flips away the small arm rest that separates the two chairs. You glance at him, another yawn threatening to escape you. You swallow it and avoid his gaze, taking another bite out of the delicious breakfast sandwich.

“You must be tired. You can use my shoulder as a pillow,” his words are oh so tempting. You could use a nap right now, even though it is still the early morning. The ride back to Skyhaven is a solid couple of hours…

Caleb watches you with a steady eye. You are completely zoned out and in a whole other world that he wishes he could be a part of. He wishes he can crawl inside your mind and pick apart your thoughts one by one, fully getting to know and understand how you think and feel so he knows exactly what to do to make you fall in love with him.

When your eyes finally meet his after a moment’s contemplation, you give him a shy nod. Without wasting another awkward second, knowing that you just need to get it over with, you close the gap between you two and rest your head on his shoulder. Unconsciously, you place your hand on his chest and get comfortable on his side.

Caleb’s breath gets caught in his throat, heart racing. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. It slips between your back and the chair when you readjust yourself, his hand now trapped on your side. His fingers rest against your waist, fiddling with the leftover fabric of your hoodie.

His heart beat is strong. Loud. You find peace in its rhythm and close your eyes, syncing your heartbeat to his. You also didn’t mind his hand staying on your side, the warmth bringing you comfort as you slowly slip into sleep on his side. Your eyes feel heavy, breathing slow, and your hoodie keeps the warmth in your side just right. It is the perfect conditions for sleep to take you away.

What’s that saying about your inner child feeling safe with someone? That a person is able to fall asleep quicker with someone they feel safe with? So, you guess that doesn’t hurt that you feel safe with him too, knowing that if anything bad were to happen that Caleb would stop it before it even got to you.

Maybe it’s the first sign of your heart actually opening up to him. Could a piece of you actually want him to hold space in your heart and mind? Or do you just like the attention from him?

You like to think, though, that you’re using him for his body heat and weird obsession with you. You know that he’d give you the world if you asked, so why not use him as a pillow?

Caleb watches the top of your head. Your hoodie is a faded red color and it somehow matches the hot pink sweatpants you have on. Those gemstones must feel like a bitch to sit on. So uncomfortable and so inconvenient for your sleep. He quietly huffs and pulls you closer to him.

Caleb takes the half-eaten breakfast sandwich out from your hands and wraps it back up, tucking it away in his backpack. He reaches over your body and pulls down the train’s blinds with ease so the sun doesn’t interfere with your sleep and wake you up.

Whenever you readjust on him, Caleb makes for sure that he molds to what you want, his hands keeping you tucked firmly against the train seats, not allowing you to slip off and onto the floor.

A yawn leaves his lips. The comfort of your body infects him with slumber of his own. He’s more hesitant to fall asleep though, fighting it away as the Coelum Express slips through the clouds at a tilted angle, your weight fully relying on him now.

He switches his position and tries his best not to wake you. Your sleep goes by unaffected and he celebrates the silent victory with a yawn and slow blink. He glances out the window, peering at the clouds that absorb the sun’s rays of light from behind the train’s shade. The sky is at the perfect shade of blue. It’s perfect conditions to go flying. Caleb looks down at you, a small smile spreading across his face. He pushes away loose strands of hair out of your face, tucking the hair behind your ear.

Before he knows it, he’s fallen under the depths of slumber, falling in beside you.

Caleb wishes that it was you who tapped him out at his DAA graduation. He could see the image so clearly.

The sky is just as blue as it is now with a few fluffy, white clouds hanging in the sky. He’s been standing in the summer heat for hours as the ceremony ticked by, going through the motions and chants that he and his platoon memorized. His purple eyes tried to find you in the crowd, to see where you were hiding in the bleachers the base set up for the ceremony.

Were you in the pink floral dress? No! You’re in the jean jacket holding a large bouquet of flowers! No…that isn’t you either. Mayne you’re wearing all black with the cool sunglasses!

Anticipation would have bubbled up inside of his chest. When Caleb finally took his place among other DAA graduates their uniforms crisp and clean, he couldn’t wait to see you. His eyes would dart all around, taking secretive cover under the shade from his cap, scanning the crowd to see where you are and when you were bound to find him.

When he finally spotted you, his heart skipped a beat. Your dress is a light blue, matching the sky perfectly. Your hair hangs over your shoulders, the top half pulled back by a thin white ribbon, and frames your face so perfectly. He can see the shine from your glossy lips as you approach him, hands behind your back.

The tease you are, you’d stand in front of him for a few minutes, which in turn feels like hours to him. He has to hold back the urge to not break out of his stance, to not sweep you off your feet and give you such a sweet and tender kiss right then and there.

“Don’t break on me, flyboy,” you’d tease with a smile. His face didn’t crack, though. Caleb had to show you just how strong he is, even if it’s resisting the devilish temptation that is you and your beautiful face and gorgeous body.

Fuck, he is so in love with you.

You even circled him. Your hair got caught in the wind, the white ribbon in your hair sweeping across his vision. Once you returned in front of him, that’s when you tilted your head to the side, eyes meeting his. You would have taken a step forward, closing the gap, and rested a single hand on his chest, fingers spreading across the dark navy fabric of his dress uniform jacket.

Caleb would have grabbed you so fast, pulling you in for a tender kiss. Oh, how he’s missed you. His pretty bird, his one and only. You would giggle against his lips, plucking his hat off of his head and placing it onto your own. He’d dip you down and kiss you some more, showing everyone that you are his and his only.

Life is funny, though, and life is so fucking cruel that Caleb wishes he can turn back the clock and race to you instead of her.

You’re too tired to dream like Caleb. You are in purgatory, mind not imaginative enough for a dream or nightmare to occur, nothing to make you cling onto. Your arms are crossed over your chest, Caleb’s hand now fulling resting on your stomach, slipped under your hoodie, fingers spread out across the thin tank top you wear.

So little layers between you.

Caleb stirs in his sleep. His right arm flexes, fingers digging into the material of your tank top. His touch leaves red marks on your skin. You don’t wake up, though, and remain under the ignorance of unconsciousness.

His brows knit together. Beads of sweat form on his forehead. His grip on you tightens, his right fingers burying deeper and deeper into your skin. He’s sure to leave purple bruises behind, to mark your skin as a temporary scar of his trauma and fears.

All Caleb sees in his dream is you. As soon as he lifts you back up from the dipped kiss, you’re snatched away from his arms by Farspace Fleet soldiers. You claw at the air, trying to get back to him tears running down your face. Caleb’s yells and protests fall on silent ears, the world around him turning a blind eye as you’re dragged away and into a gargantuan transport aircraft that sits nearby.

He sprints after you, his right arm extended out. You cry out his name. Your screams are animalistic and filled with nothing but terror. You try your best to break free from the guards but are quickly sedated by a familiar face: Professor Lucius.

Caleb reaches the aircraft, running up the tilted door. Suddenly, darkness overtakes him it’s as if he’s pushed out of the plane. He drops through space, stars and galaxies passing him by while your screams and cries for help make his ears bleed. He collides with the ground, a loud smack reverberating against the damp, concrete walls.

He opens his eyes and tries his best to focus on the scene in front of him.

You’re alone in a familiar room, one that he’s had plenty of visits to, and are tied to a lab table. The Professor’s eyes travel your body up and down, wires and needles threatening to poke into your skin. He drags his grimy fingers along your pure skin and Caleb fights to break free from his restraints, unable to stop the Professor from turning you into a lab rat. Just another one of his experiments.

He claws against the metal restraints, his right arm in agony as the professor fixes the dents and scratches that Caleb accumulated on the metal.

All he can do is watch. Watch as the professor’s minions, like Viper, touch and feel your body. Their laughs are like nails on a chalkboard. They contemplate what they should do to you.

Body modification? Should they see if we can give you an Evol of your own? Maybe Viper can wipe your memories and take you, the most perfect specimen, as his own.

His body goes cold as he screams at them to stop, to leave you alone.

“She’s innocent in all of this! Take me instead! Do whatever you want to me! Please! Spare her!”

Caleb is forced to watch as your body convulses on the metal table. To watch as the professor orders Ever’s nurses to invade your body, cutting into your skin to turn you into a mix of flesh and metal…just like him.

They peel back your skin and toss it away, taking their scalpels and wires, fastened them onto your muscles. Your screams are blood curdling. Caleb watches as you arch your back, toes curled as they strip away pieces of your body, replacing them with mechanical parts.

The cherry on top? The Professor made sure to place a Toring chip inside your mind so you’ll remain perfectly obedient to him.

Caleb wishes to save you from the same fate he was subjected to both as a child and adult. He wishes that a needle never tucks itself under your skin, that your mind and memories will never be destroyed and wiped clean, to not question what is real and what isn’t. His reality may be shattered, but he will make for damn sure that yours doesn’t implode from all around you.

His life may be a guessing game at times but you are the silent cure that keeps him grounded through the darkness and black hole of his mind. He doesn’t know if he can let you slip through his fingers again.

You stir awake, eyes shooting open, staring at the headrest of the seat in front of you. Pain shoots through your hipbone. Tears sting your eyes and you look up at Caleb, who wears a pained expression on his face. Your gaze drops down to your hip, watching as his fingers force themselves deeper into your body. You gasp and grab his right wrist, digging your nails into his skin so harshly that it’s sure to draw blood.

Caleb doesn’t even react to your harsh touch.

“No…” Caleb groans in his sleep, “don’t…don’t touch her…”

“Caleb?” You try to move your hips away from him but he pulls you right back to him. “Caleb…wake up, please! Y-You’re hurting me!” You rapidly smack his chest before grabbing his shoulder, giving it a firm shake.

His eyes don’t open but his grip on you somewhat loosens. You’re able to remove his hand and free yourself from the aching pain that shoots through your side. Your body shudders and you push yourself against the side of the train.

Caleb stirs beside you. His arms gently jerk around, reaching for something that isn’t there. His fingers grasp at nothing, dropping to his thighs in a sorrow defeat. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down at an uncontrollable speed. His body flinches, a quiet whimper popping out from his lips.

You wipe away a single tear that rolls down your cheek, pushing through the lingering pain. Caleb turns in his seat, facing you, fingers trembling before gripping the material of his pants. You reach out and slide your hand on top of his, the other one going to cup his cheek.

The pad of your thumb grazes his skin, bringing him some comfort, trembling under your touch. You squeeze his hand and slowly bring yourself closer to him, not even realizing that the Coelum Express is about to pull into Skyhaven’s station.

What could he be dreaming about? You think to yourself and swallow the lump that formed in your throat.

“Caleb? Wake up for me, yeah?” You softly coo to him. “Come on, Colonel, come back to me.”

His purple eyes flutter open, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He stares at you and looks completely bewildered, widened eyes and flared nostrils. You retreat back into your seat, slowly letting go of his cheek and hand. Caleb brings you back into his embrace, though, and fully brings you onto his lap.

Your legs drape over his lap and they hang out into the train’s aisle. Caleb buries his face into your neck, his nose smushing into your supple skin. He slowly inhales. The familiar scent of your perfume fills his nose and his heartbeat comes to a slow before anything drastic happens, such as the chip taking away more of his memories.

“Caleb?” You whisper. All you can do is hold onto his arm that traps you against his chest, looking forward and through the window on the other side of the train.

Thankfully, you two sit towards the back of the train with other passengers clumping towards the front. A quick glance down the aisle shows you that the train has come to a full stop. Passengers stand and grab their belongings, flooding the aisle. You tap your fingers on Caleb’s arm, tilting your head to him.

“Don’t leave me…please…” he whimpers into your neck.

“Caleb, I…” you breathe out, his grip tightening on you. “I’m not going anywhere…but we do need to get off the train, okay? Let’s do that,” you watch as he pulls his face away from your neck. Your eyes meet.

His purple irises are strained, the white of his eye a soft pink color from irritation and glossy tears. You sigh and reach up, knowing that you’re just playing the part of a loving and comforting girlfriend right now so he can calm down.

He was probably dreaming of her anyways…

You don’t care about him and the way he feels. Your heart totally doesn’t ache and rip into itself while you peer into his grief-stricken gaze.

“Caleb,” you breathe his name out, bringing him out from his nightmare and back into reality. He looks around, sniffling, and you wipe away a tear that escapes from his eye. His gaze shoots to your hand, then back to your eyes, but you look away before your gazes can meet.

You push from his lap and stand in the aisle, stretching out your tight body, muscles relaxing. Caleb watches, wondering if your brief moment of affection was true to how you feel towards him or if you were filling in the role of his love so you can leave quicker.

“Come on,” you reach over him, grabbing your belongings, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”

“Home?” Caleb repeats the word. You nod and look down at him. You need to get him off the train, yes, but you also need to make for sure that he’s stable again. Something about this encounter leaves you feeling uneasy. You’re unsure of how to respond to his whimpers and cries, the way he held onto you like you are his lifeline in life.

“You’re okay, right?” Caleb grabs your waist, pulling you back to him. He goes to lift your hoodie, to inspect your body, but you shoo away his hands, taking a step back. “I need to keep you safe,” he mumbles under his breath.

“I’m safe, Caleb, but we need to get off the train—”

“What if they’re out there?”

“Who?” You ask.

Caleb shakes his head, avoiding your gaze now. He draws his hands back to his sides and stares at the seat in front of him.

You stand beside him. Confusion racks your body, his sudden protectiveness giving you some whiplash. You bite your lip and notice that the train is no empty. You tap him on the shoulder, getting his attention.

“Why don’t you take me home, Caleb? So you know that I’m safe.”

Your offer shocks you as much as it does him. You hold your hand out to him. His eyes remain on you, steady and unflinching. A chill runs down your spine. You begin to retract your hand, an embarrassed blush creeping up on your cheeks. Caleb stands and takes your hand before you can fully rescind the offer. He locks his fingers in with yours, looking down at you.

“Let’s go,” determination is prominent in his voice. Caleb, without wasting another precious second that you have graciously given him, steps in front of you, pulling you behind him. He guides you towards the exit of the train, helping you down the stairs.

The train station is unusually busy. Hoards of people pass by and bump into you. Caleb pulls you into his chest and glares at the rude people. He turns his attention to you and slips your purse form your grasp, placing the long strap over his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod and smile long enough for him to turn around, face dropping when his eyes leave your face. The Colonel moves to the area where the train drops off people’s luggage. His hand remains firm on yours, leaving you no way of escaping.

It was a stupid plan, really, you offering for him to take you home. You certainly didn’t want to go to his place and have him kidnap you or whatever but maybe, just maybe, he thinks that this is your way of letting him through the first layer of walls you’ve put up around your mind’s castle.

No, you think, he just got past the moat.

“I can grab it,” your side brushes against his but he pulls you back, shaking his head. With a rare public use of his Evol, your suitcase slips through the tower the workers have built and it glides across the floor, making its way towards you. You try to hide your face behind an ashamed hand, not particularly enjoying the annoyed looks and glares that people send your way.

It doesn’t matter, though. Once Caleb grabs hold of your suitcase’s handle, the two of you are already walking out the train station’s doors, stepping into the bright and sunny day.

When you first moved to Skyhaven, seeking refuge on the floating city to get as far away from Linkon as you possibly can, you were shocked by how bright the sun is. Obviously, the sun is bound to be brighter since you’re sitting high in the atmosphere, not having as many ozone layers to protect you as you would in Linkon. The blaring sun, matched with unpredictable weather, left you reeling from the constant changes. A jacket became a solid part of your wardrobe, anticipating quickly forming rain and thunder, but to also protect you from sunburns that the sun was sure to give you.

You look up at Caleb, eyes catching the sun through the strands of hair that fall onto his forehead. The sunlight is warm on your skin, the wind just chilly enough to justify your hoodie, and Caleb’s calloused hand keeps you walking at a brisk pace, your much shorter legs unable to keep up with him.

Skyhaven’s beauty shines today. You watch as high altitude birds take rest on planted trees and how the flowers and bushes sway with the crisp wind. Unconsciously, you found your hip attached to Caleb’s, your sides never leaving each other’s touch, walking along the pathways. The two pairs of feet move in sync with each other, acting as a complete unit.

“Are you okay?” Your question slips from your lips before you can stop it. You cringe and look away from Caleb’s sight.

The sidewalk is sparkling clean, Skyhaven’s reputation of cleanliness upholding itself. There aren’t even any cracks in the sidewalk like there are in Linkon. You avoid stepping directly on the lines of the concrete, playing a game with yourself.

The two of you walk by a park. You stare at the children who play on the swing set. Other children scream and chase each other around, dipping between the pillars of the playground. A little girl runs up the stairs and yells at the boy to help save her from the other boy.

The boy runs up the slide and jumps in front of the girl, warding off the bully. You sigh.

“What makes you think I’m not?” Caleb’s question permeates your ear from behind. You shrug in response. His thumb twiddles with yours but you don’t move, not giving into his game. “I’m fine. It was just a bad dream.”

“Ah,” you say with a nod, kicking away a loose rock back into the boundaries of the park, “a bad dream.”

Neither of you press into it any further. It’s an awkward topic of conversation and you remembered that you aren’t entitled to his feelings and train of thought just how he isn’t entitled to yours. A bitter truth, yes, but one you ultimately accept with open arms.

You wanted it this way. You wanted Caleb to feel the sting of rejection and to always be scrambling behind you, trying to keep up. But this feeling…it’s a dull ache that pulls at your heartstrings. You know that you’re supposed to be angry at him, to be mad, but you just can’t.

Caleb has gone through so much. He is a survivor whereas you’re still rotten from your less than ideal childhood. Maybe you’ve gone too harsh on him.

Should you let Caleb back into your life? Should you accept his friendship and see where it takes you?

Your apartment building comes into view. You sigh and pick up your pace, finally keeping up with his long strides. Your connected hands swing between your bodies. The apartment grows closer and closer. Caleb can’t help but feel sorrowful since his time with you is coming to a slow end.

His grip on your hand tightens, allowing you to take the lead now. Caleb watches the back of your head, loving the way your hair bounces with every step you take, watching as the oversized hoodie slips to the side, exposing a small sliver of your shoulder.

He’s going to miss this small moment of domesticity with you. He’s going to dream about how you let him hold your hand, how he was the one who got to carry all of your belongings, that he is the one who pushes your suitcase for you. Nobody else. It’s a small victory to him.

Let me in, Caleb thinks to himself, I promise to never hurt you. Let me protect you.

You walk inside the building with Caleb following behind. The elevator ride is quiet. The only sound comes from there quiet dings of the passing floors. Your suitcase separates your bodies, acting as a barrier, his hand resting on top of yours on the handle of the suitcase. Caleb’s eyes never leave the side of your face.

Somehow, his gaze makes you feel so small yet so seen. His attention is warm, but is it a warmth that you even want?

Your conflicted feelings towards him leave your head feeling so much more dizzy than your hangover did.

His gaze dips below your eyes, moving towards your lips. A faint frown is on your lips, one that he knows would taste bittersweet if he were to close the distance and kiss you. A kiss that would leave him hungry with the hopes that you’ll be hungry for him as well.

Caleb digs his heels into the ground as you tug him down the apartment hallway. The sunlight graces the floor, illuminating the hallway with the bright afternoon light. The man pulls against your touch but you pull back, dragging him down the hallway, towards your sanctuary where you can fully be yourself with no prying eyes watching.

Once the two of you are at the door, you drop his hand and open it to him. He sighs and hesitantly places your purse into your palm, watching as you fish out your set of keys.

He should have stolen them last night when you were unconscious in bed. He should have seized the opportunity to make a spare set just in case you need someone to come save you. Just a spare key that only he has. A key that grants him access to your safe place. Caleb is patient, though, and is more than willing to wait however long it is until you learn to trust him.

“Thanks for walking me,” your voice brings Caleb out of his thoughts. He turns to you and smiles, his nod mechanical. You don’t notice, though, and slip your suitcase inside. “I hope you’re able to sleep well, Caleb.”

“Me?” He points to himself. “Why wouldn’t I sleep well?”

“You were holding on tight to me and wouldn’t let go. I think you bruised my hip,” you admit with a breathy chuckle.

“Did I?” Caleb drops down to his knees. Without notice, he pushes up your hoodie, calloused fingertips scraping against your smooth skin. Your eyes shoot open, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach, heart pounding. You tap his shoulder, watching as he examines the fresh, small bruises that are the size of his fingertips. The bruises are a dark plum color and, strangely enough, they compliment the color of the hickeys he gave you on your neck. “I’m…I’m so sorry.”

“No! No, it’s…it’s okay, really,” you grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him back up. He looks down at you with sorrowful eyes. You sigh and rest your hand on his chest. “Don’t stress over it. It’s okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose.

Why would he do that to you? How could he have allowed himself to do that?

“Go home, Caleb,” your eyes float to his, “go home and get some rest for me, okay?”

“Anything for you,” Caleb slowly nods, absorbing your command into his mind. “Will I…see you tomorrow? At work?”

A small smile creeps onto your lips. You look at him and bite your bottom lip, the man having to fight his inner demons not to reach out and release your lip from your teeth, to not replace it with his own.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you nod and let go of his chest, the Colonel suddenly feeling so cold without your touch, and you disappear inside your apartment, locking the door behind you.

The next day could not come fast enough for Caleb.

Unable to obey your command and sleep, the Colonel stayed up through the night, watching as rainclouds pass by his large apartment windows. No lights are on, just the light from the outside world casting elongated shadows across his dark floors. The rain made quiet ‘pitter patter’ sounds against the reinforced glass, leaving him feeling soothed yet uneasy.

His dream lurked in the darkness of his mind, unable to give him a moment of peace. In the distance, he can still hear your faint screams and cries, begging for him to come save you. Yet he was unable to do a thing, completely worthless under Ever and the professor’s control. Your eyes pleaded at him to step up, to do something, anything!

But what could Caleb possibly do? He’s just as helpless as you are. No…he should be ablate break free from the metal cuffs that keep him chained in place. He should have used his Evol to crush the professor and his minions. He should have swept you off of that damn lab table and place you in the security of his arms, stealing you away so the world can’t hurt you.

How could he sleep? How could Caleb even dare to go back into his nightmares, rendering him helpless in your desperate plight for freedom. He knows it isn’t real, that it is a reality that he never wishes to see come into fruition.

His phone vibrates on the table beside his bed. Caleb grabs it and stares at the message on the screen, a small smile forming on his face. He sees your name and face lined up next to his on the digital document. He turns his phone off and settles into bed. The man places his hands behind his head and stares out at the dark rainclouds.

The Farspace Fleet had been invited to a week long meeting in another country, one that’s about seven hours away and is held in a new place every year, for a peace summit. Colonel Caleb, one of the Fleet’s newer and most impressive officers, managed to secure an invite alongside a few other higher ranking officers, such as Majors and lower ranking Generals.

The downside of the summit? The country hosting it spoke a completely different language.

The upside of the summit? Caleb gets to request you as his personal translator, keeping you at his side throughout the week. This way, he’ll know for sure that you are safe and nowhere near Ever’s clutches.

He wonders if you knew of the assignment yet. He also can’t help but wonder if you rejected the offer, passing it off to someone else. Fuck, he hoped you didn’t.

After all, you did promise to see him at work. If you were to decline, you would break that promise you made to him. Caleb will have to punish you for it if you broke it.

Spending a week with you at his side sounds like paradise. Besides, he isn’t the one people are bound to flock to. They’ll pay more attention to the generals who show up and not him. His lower rank will give you two enough cover to run out and do your own things, leaving the peace summit behind.

Caleb will use this time alone to truly learn everything there is to know about you. You haven’t seen each other in years, after all, so this serves a great time for you to tell him about your favorite colors and foods, which genre of movie you adore, which position you prefer to be fucked in, and if you have somehow accumulated any more allergies since your childhood.

Your cooperation is integral for his plan. All you need to do is say yes, to give in to his lead, and play the role of loyal translator while he picks your brain apart in-between meetings. Maybe you’ll give him a second chance at a shared dinner. He knows of a fantastic restaurant in the other country. It’s even located in the hotel you’ll be staying at. How convenient!

Caleb showed up early the next morning.

His Colonel uniform is neatly pressed, not a wrinkle insight, his hat perfectly straight on his head, tie secured around his neck. He glances down at the medals and golden ropes on his uniform. They mean nothing to him. He does not really hold militaristic accolades in as high of a regard as he does with your validation.

Maybe if it were you handing out the medals and awards, Caleb would learn to give a damn about rank in his life.

The Colonel occupies a small portion of the space next to one of the few smaller aircrafts that will transport the Fleet members to the neighboring country. His dark aviators remain on his face, shielding him from the bright morning light, coffee cup in his hand. He has one for you tucked behind him on the steps of a ladder on the side of a fighter jet.

Fleet members show up one by one, passing off their bags to low ranking employees, who load them into compartments inside the aircrafts. His purple eyes remain steady on the crowd, people keeping a cautious distance from him.

He spots your neat head of hair, watching as you and another girl talk with one another, suitcases rolling along the long and marked tarmac. Caleb grabs your cup of coffee, slowly making his way where the luggage drop off is. Soldiers and ground control people stop to salute to him as they pass, scurrying away to complete their jobs. Even other translators, some of whom he rejected in favor of you, nod their heads at him.

You don’t, though. You stare at him with your hands on your hips, a slight scowl on your face. You narrow your eyes at him, watching as he closes the gap between you two. Electricity surges throughout your body as he grows near, holding out the coffee cup to you. You stare at it, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to say no to coffee,” Caleb quips, his voice cheery and teasing while his face remains emotionless. It sends chills down your spine how easy it is for him to feign indifference or to fake being happy.

“What strings did you pull to get me selected for this?” Your question is direct, straight to the point. Caleb chuckles and takes another step towards you. He’s less than an arm’s length away. His purple eyes look over the metal rims of his sunglasses, coffee now being placed in your hand. “What did you do to it?”

“I ordered it just how you like it. Then I put it in my car as I drove here. After that, I set it on the ladder of a fighter jet,” Caleb’s play by play makes you roll your eyes. You stare down at the lid and grumble under your breath. You force yourself to take a sip, the sweet nectar of the caffeine gods hitting your tongue.

Oh yeah. You needed that.

“Don’t think that this makes us friends,” you point at him, sharpening your gaze. Caleb rolls his eyes and leans down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re playing hard to get with me right now, pretty bird,” Caleb smirks, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You shiver and push him away from you, rolling your eyes.

“What makes you think we’re at the friendship level, Caleb?” your question is bold. He likes that about you.

“I know how you taste, pretty bird,” Caleb’s eyes darken for a split second. Chills run down your spine, the memory of his face buried between your thighs reigniting the warmth between your legs. “I know how you sound…how one flick of movement earns me the most sultry sounding gasp—”

“Okay! Point made! You win, Colonel!” You interrupt him, covering his mouth. He chuckles against the palm of your hand, peeling it off of his skin.

“So we’re friends?” Caleb inquires, taking your hand in his. He too can be bold. He glances to the side. Nobody watches them; they are all too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the Colonel flirting with his assigned translator.

“Friends…” you gulp, watching as he laces his fingers into yours, “I think I prefer the term ‘acquaintance’.”

Caleb yanks you into his chest. You gasp, the coffee sloshing around in the cup, as he looks down at you with a devilish smirk on his face. You lean backwards, making him pull onto you with more force.

“Acquaintances…fine. But you and I both know that we’re not going to be…acquaintances for long,” Caleb helps you regain your balance before releasing your hand.

Your eyes remain glues to him. Caleb turns away from you, the smirk falling from his face as he walks away, approaching other high ranking offers with a handshake. You scoff.

How can he be so shameless and effortless with his advances? And god dammit, it’s working on you.

You push your hair behind your ears, turning away in shame. You find your way to the other translators, slipping into their circle to hide from Caleb’s prying gaze. You can feel it on you even though his attention is elsewhere. His demeanor has dominated you. He has made himself at home in your mind, rendering you useless whenever you try to think of any other man.

It all leads back to him.

“Translators! Eyes here!” A voice beckons from behind. You turn to face a Captain, his uniform pristine and sharp just like his facial features. His eyes are a deep blue color and his hair is a golden blonde. He’s…so handsome. His voice is soothing and comforting. All of the other translators, who all happen to be female, swoon over the Captain’s appearance. You, on the other hand, remain steady in your stance, unable to swoon for his good looks.

Your eyes flicker to Caleb, who watches you from the corner of your eye. You tilt your head in his direction, pretending to stretch out your body to catch a glimpse of him. He wears an amused smile on his face, his eyes shielded behind sunglasses. He nods his head to the empty spot beside him.

It’s a silent command. One that you know all too well. His intentions, whatever they may be, are of impure, rooted in his own carnal desire. You shudder and turn away, goosebumps forming across your skin. You bite the inside of your cheek and watch as the Captain instructs the translators and you on your job.

“You are not negotiators. You are not on vacation. We are here for work, okay? Act like it. You all should know who you have been assigned to and know what languages will be required of you. You are the best of the best, so prove it. You will be flying with your assigned officer so you can get to know them and figure out a translating system that works best for them. Sound good? Great. Good luck.”

The Captain turns on his heel and leaves out vicinity on the tarmac. You can feel Caleb’s eyes burn into the back of your head. While all of the other women leave to go greet their officers, you stay where you are, watching as the Captain disappears inside the building.

“Was I picked at random? Or did you pull some strings to get me?” You ask, watching as Caleb’s shadow looms beside yours on the tarmac.

His chuckle sends chills down your spine, the man taking his place right behind you. His uniform grazes against your back. You freeze. His gloved hand rests on your shoulder, slipping towards your neck. Caleb removes your hair from your shoulder exposed light hickeys he placed on your skin not even two nights ago.

“I requested you but it turns out that you are quite popular among the other officers,” Caleb leans in, whispering into your ear. He smirks at you, watching your legs squeeze together, your face stoic. “Do you know how many favors I owe people now? You’re going to have to make it up to me, pretty bird.”

You turn on your heel and look up at Caleb. He wears a smug smirk on his face and you know damn well that he’s toying with you. How cruel of him. You suppose, though, that two can play this game.

Aircraft engines roar from the distance. From over Caleb’s shoulder, you watch as officers, soldiers, and translators pile into the air crafts, the last one remaining empty as a few stragglers wait for you and Caleb to hop on board.

Your eyes flicker to him, gaze as sharp as a razor blade. You close the distance and put a sweet smile on your face, just as your boss instructed you do so when you first arrived to the base, and rest your hand on his chest.

Frankly, there’s nothing wrong about his uniform. It’s perfect with no mistakes or stray pieces of lint that breaks the solid black color of the material. His pins and medals are lined in perfect sync and his golden tassels hang at the perfect distance. Your hand snakes down his chest, passing his stomach as your finger hooks into his belt loop.

Caleb looks down at your touch, goosebumps forming across his body as his boxers begin to tighten. He looks at you, eyes poking over the edge of his sunglasses, watching as your smile turns into a smirk. You drag a single finger lower, teasing him with such ease and grace that he initially thinks that you genuinely want him. Before he can say anything, you slap his crotch and push around him, heading in the direction of the aircraft.

“Come on, Colonel, our plane’s waiting,” you call from over your shoulder.

Caleb’s eyes land on you, the man cursing under his breath. He washes you with wide eyes. He tries to pretend that your touch didn’t effect him so much. He’s about to chase after you, to get some kind of revenge, when he catches your gaze.

The world turns to slow motion. Caleb watches as you pick up the pace to his aircraft. The smile on your face is devious yet contains an equal amount of playfulness. Your hair catches in the wind, sweeping over your shoulder, and there is some pep to your step.

To Caleb, you’re in the baby blue dress from his dream. You’re calling out to him to show you around the DAA base, the bouquet of flowers you got for him in your arms. You wave your hand at him, beckoning to follow, and he does like the lovesick puppy he is.

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mattslolita · 7 months ago

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bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"

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sunarinscat · 2 months ago

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Nsfw below the cut!!

Thinking about Kaminari who is so, so good for you.

When you come home frustrated from work or school, and you don't even have to say anything, you simply exchange a look. He knows.

You drop your bag to the floor and saunter across the room, taking a seat on the couch. You cross your legs and sink into the cushions. The exhaustion of the day pulls you deeper into the couch as you mull over the shitty people you've had to put up with. As you huff and sigh Kaminari slinks over, sugary sweet. You think you could get drunk off of the way he looks at you when you're like this. When he knows what's coming.

"How was your day baby?" He murmurs as he drops to all fours.

He all but crawls over to you, sliding his nimble fingers between your legs and prying your thighs apart. Your fingers find their way to his hair as you mumble something unintelligible in response. He looks up at you from between your legs, batting his long lashes, begging for something unspoken.

"That bad? Need me to make it all better?"

You nod. You can feel his little breaths on your thigh. It sends a delicious tingle up your spine. You can see how worked up he's getting, the way his pants have become tight, and his cheeks flushed.

"Tell me mama. Tell me I can make you feel better. Jus' wanna make you feel better. Please."

You'd trained him never to act without permission and you almost wanted to deny him right then and there. To force him to sit there and watch while you helped yourself feel better, with his hands behind his back. Unable to do anything but writhe while his cock strained against his pants, twisting with desire to touch you. But really, how could you say no to those puppy eyes? He was excellent at begging.

"M'kay. Make me feel better baby."

He's all over you in an instant. His hands pulling down your tights and lips pressing little kisses against the plush flesh of your tummy and thighs. He nips at your inner thigh, and you gasp, shooting him a look. He grins sheepishly and kisses over the spot. His fingers move to rub gentle, painfully slow circles against your clit through your panties and you whine. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time as he continues with the torturously slow pace, and you hold his gaze.

"Need to taste you.."

You nod and open your legs a little further.

"Go right ahead sweetheart."

He takes this as an invite to replace his fingers with his mouth. Your panties are already soaked, and he languidly sucks on the fabric. Your hands pull at his hair as your head falls back against the couch cushions. The feeling of his hot mouth and the texture of the fabric against your pussy has you reeling. The sensation building in your tummy and the way that he looks up at you from his place between your things has you losing your shit. Your hands tug at his hair, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes dewy. He moans into your pussy, and you cry out.

"Fuck Kami' so good for me. Such a good fucking boy. Oh, my goddd."

You don't even have the time of day to be embarrassed about the sounds coming out of your mouth. Kaminari knows exactly what the fuck he's doing, and he's doing it well. His tongue swirls against your clit, drawing figure eights into your folds. He sucks, hard and everything spins. he releases your clit with a wet pop, and you whine at the loss of contact. He shoots you a small smile.

"Don't worry. Gon' make you feel even better. I got you."

He pulls your panties off of your legs, relishing how fucking wet they are before he's back at your cunt. Lapping at you like a dog. He brings his fingers to your entrance and circles it a few times before sticking two in. His fingers are so deliciously long. Maybe it's something to do with his gaming addiction but he knows how to curve them just right.

"Taste so good mama.. Fuck. Can't get enough of you."

His voice vibrates through your cunt. His mouth is on your clit and he's fucking you on his fingers so good you think you might cry. It's too much, you can feel it coming, that pressure rising in your tummy. You rip him away from your cunt.

"C'mere baby. Up on the couch. Need you to fill me up. You can do that for me right baby?"

You all but drag him onto the couch and straddle him. Your wet pussy rubs against the fabric of his jeans and you moan. You grind yourself against him a few times, pushing his shoulders into the cushions as you kiss him roughly. His hand travel under your shirt as he kisses you right back, hips lifting to meet yours. You break the kiss and hurriedly unbutton his pants and rip off his boxers. You salivate at the sight of his dick, flushed and leaking with precum. You wipe the leaking tip with your thumb and bring it to your mouth. Kaminari lets out a groan as your tongue swirls around you finger. You smirk and resume kissing him as one hand goes to line his dick up with your entrance.

Slamming down on him, you cry out in satisfaction. This is exactly what you needed after today. Kaminari fiddles with your shirt and you brush the hair out of his face as you help him get your top off. You unclip your bra as you roll your hips against his. You allow him to suck harsh kisses into your neck and across your chest as you pound your hips down again and again. His mouth, his skin, his warmth feels ethereal. You grasp one of his hands in your own as you continue to work yourself on his dick.

"Love you so much baby. Such a good boy fer' me."

You're drunk off the way he feels. The way he acts. So pliant for you, so obedient, so good. Making you feel so good. The way he sits there and takes it as you spend yourself on him. He shifts to get better access to your neck and angles his hips, hitting a spot inside you that has you seeing stars for the nth time. You begin to shake and grip at his shoulders as you struggle to keep the pace. "Kami you feel so good ohmygod fuck. Please, please, please." You whine.

But the fatigue of the day is catching up to you. You hadn't realized just how exhausted you were. You groan in frustration, arms shaking as you try to reach your high. Kaminari is panting as your hips stutter. He reaches and arm behind your head and brings your forehead to his.

"Let me help you. Jus' wanna make you cum. Promise I'll be so good. Let me do it I got *haah* I got you."

Through tears of frustration you nod, leaning into his touch.

"Make me cum baby."

With that he flips you onto your back, caging you in his arms and fucking into you so hard your seeing start with every thrust. One hand reaches down to rub circles into your clit as he kisses your tears away.

"Cum for me mama I got you. I'm right here. Your good boy. Jus' wan you to feel better. Cream on my cock." He moans.

His fingers on your clit and his dick hitting that spot repeatedly send you over the edge and you pull him close as your body spasms and twitches. The cord snaps and you let something nasty come out your mouth as your toes curl. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and covering your tummy in cum.

You close your eyes and rest for a minute, breathing hard.

"See, don't you feel better?"

You laugh hoarsely.

"Much. Always know how to make me feel better Kami."

You place a peck on his lips as he gathers you up in his arms and hauls you over to the bathroom to draw a warm bath.

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rowdyluv · 7 months ago

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middle of the night - lh43

summary: in which luke and rutger’s twin sister have been dating for months and no one knows. now it’s summer and the siblings have joined them at the lake house

word count: 2.5k

warnings: fluff, angst(?), pet names, not edited so probably has grammar issues,

notes: i left my notes for after :)

In the cozy game room of the lake house, the clack of pool balls echoed against the wooden walls. The air had the scent of distinct masculinity from the four boys’ cologne mixed with sweat, mingling with the faint smoke tainted clothing from the fire that had been lit earlier in the evening. Luke leaned over the felt-covered table, eyeing the perfect shot, while Y/n sat on a barstool, sipping a lemonade and watching with a knowing smile. Jack urging his younger brother to hurry and get on with the game. Rutger, y/n’s twin brother, lounged on the plush couch, his gaze flicking between the game and his phone. Quinn accompanied him on the couch, but his attention was focused solely on his phone.

Y/n’s eyes remained glued to Luke as he took his shot, the muscles in his arms tensing and flexing. She felt the warmth of his presence and was lost in the familiar rhythm of their secret romance. The summer vacation had brought them closer than ever before, allowing them to cherish moments like these without the constant shadow of their college lives looming over them. As Luke sank the eight ball into the pocket with a triumphant grin, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for the boy she had come to love.

Attempting to stifle a yawn, she suggested, "Why don’t we all watch a movie to wind down?" The room fell silent for a moment before Jack chipped in and nodded, "Sounds like a plan. What’s everyone’s pick?" Rutger and Quinn perked up, eager to participate in the selection process. Luke’s eyes met hers, a silent agreement passing between them. They had spent countless nights cuddled together, watching movies in the dorm, whispering sweet nothings and sharing secrets that only lovers knew. Now, with the comfort of his family's lake house surrounding them, the intimacy of their stolen moments seemed all the more precious.

Quickly scanning the DVD collection, Y/n selected a classic rom-com, one she knew would be a safe choice for the group. She popped it into the player then turning around to see the only places to sit were either sharing with Jack or between her brother and Luke. She settled onto the couch between her brother and Luke, her heart palpitating with anticipation. The opening credits rolled, and as the movie began, the room filled with laughter from jokes Rutger and Jack continued to make. Y/n felt the tension ease between her and Luke dissipate as they sank into the familiar rhythm of shared laughter and quiet glances. It was a simple pleasure, one they hadn’t had the luxury of in a while when not behind closed doors.

As the film progressed, the room grew quieter. The only sounds were the occasional giggles from Y/n and the distant croak of frogs from outside the window. Quinn’s head had lolled back onto the armrest, mouth slightly ajar, and his eyes closed in sleep. Rutger’s eyes remained glued to the screen, but his eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Y/n felt her own eyelids drooping, the comfort of the couch and the warmth of Luke’s presence beside her lulling her into a gentle doze. She didn’t even notice when the last scene played out and the credits began to roll. The only indication she had of the passing time was the gentle weight of Rutger’s arm as they slid under her legs and around her shoulders lifting her off the couch.

“Off to bed sis.” Rutger mumbled in his own tired state.

Over his shoulder, Luke and the other two sluggishly followed behind. Y/n’s sleep ridden and glossed over eyes met Luke’s and for a moment they were the only two in the house for the night.

Rutger kicked open the door to the guest room and gently placed her on the bed. The room was bathed in the soft moonlight that filtered through the blinds, casting a serene glow over the room. The bed sheets smelled faintly of fresh fabric softener and the faint scent of Luke’s cologne lingered in the air from when he had brought her suitcase up earlier. She felt safe, nestled between the comfort of her twin’s arms and the thought of Luke just outside her door.

As Rutger tucked her in, she mumbled a sleepy goodnight, her eyelids fluttering shut. He brushed her hair back before he kissed the top of her head, whispering, "Night, sis. Love you." His footsteps grew distant as he left the room, and she could hear the other boys bid their farewells and stumble to their own rooms. The house grew still, the only sounds the occasional creaks of the old floorboards settling and the rhythmic chirp of crickets outside.

Luke waited, anxiously and as if the word patient didn’t exist, until the darkness was absolute. He tiptoed across the hall, each step feeling like a mile. His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he took a deep breath, willing himself to be silent. He turned it gently, the door opening without a sound. He stepped into the room, his eyes falling right over to the bed where Y/n lay, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. Each time he looked at her he couldn’t believe she was his. He wanted to yell it from the roof of Yost. No from the top of the Empire State Building, but she was terrified of ruining relationships with her brother between Luke and him and herself and him.

He stepped closer, his bare feet making no sound on the cool wooden floor. The moon cast a silver path to her bed, and he followed it like a moth to a flame. He sat on the edge, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. His finger traced the curve of her jaw and the line of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with a sleepy smile. She didn’t even question his presence, she just reached out making grabby hands for him. Luke took his place next to her and she immediately pulled him closer, her hand resting on his chest. He felt her breathing change, her heart rate slowed, as she snuggled into him, her head finding the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and held her tightly.

“Hi, baby.” Luke placed a kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you were right across the hall. I had to be able to hold you, kiss you, wake up next to you.” Luke pressed multiple kisses around her face before ending with a soft kiss to her lips.

“You’re going to get us caught, Luke.” She whispered but her words lacked any real warning. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. They both knew the risks but the thrill of the secret just added to the allure.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “We’re adults, Y/n. It’s just a kiss. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s up to hear us. Now, let’s get some sleep before we have to pretend to barely know each other tomorrow morning.”

With a sigh, she nodded and they lay there, the quiet of the night wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. The only sounds were their soft breaths mingling together, the chirping crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. The comfort of their shared silence grew deeper, the weight of their secret pressing down like a gentle lullaby.

As the night progressed, the moon climbed higher in the sky, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across their entwined forms. Luke’s thumb stroked gentle circles on Y/n’s back, her breathing evened out as she relaxed into his embrace. The warmth of their bodies seemed to push the coolness of the room away, creating a pocket of serenity that neither wanted to disturb.

But the peace was shattered when Y/n’s eyes snapped open, her body jolting with a scream that pierced the quiet of the night. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she thrashed about in the bed, lost in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Luke’s arms tightened around her, trying to soothe her, but she pushed him away, her eyes wild with fear.

"No, no, no," she murmured, her voice frantic and trembling. Luke sat up, his own heart racing, and gently touched her shoulder. "Y/n, babygirl, it’s okay. It’s just a bad dream, you’re safe. You’re safe with me always."

Her eyes snapped open, and she took in the sight of him, the fear in her gaze slowly morphing into relief. The moon had traveled further across the sky, casting new patterns of light and shadow over their tangled forms. She took a deep, shuddering breath and reached out to him, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto him tightly. He held her trembling body against his firm strong body, her body heat drastically increased from fear against the coolness of the room.

“It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re safe here.” He whispered against her ear, his breath warm and soothing. He felt her body begin to relax as his words sank in, the tension slowly seeping out of her like water from a squeezed sponge.

But just as Luke’s heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm, the door to the room flew open with a bang, making them both jump. Rutger stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with concern, the light from the hallway spilling into the room and highlighting his features. He had clearly heard his sister’s distress and come to her aid. However, the scene that greeted him was not what he expected.

Y/n sat up in bed, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d shed. Rutger’s gaze flitted from her to Luke and back again, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched out like a tightrope, each second feeling like an eternity as they waited for him to speak.

"You okay, sis?" Rutger’s voice was gentle, belying the storm of emotions that had to be raging within him. He stepped into the room, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress beyond the nightmare. - Silently communicating with her about the boy next to her. His close friend, his teammate, but at the moment his enemy.

Y/n nodded, her voice shaky. "It was just a bad dream." She didn’t dare look at Luke, the secret they’d been keeping from Rutger suddenly feeling like it was written across the room in flashing neon lights. Rutger’s eyes narrowed at her as he nodded.

“And you? Why are you in here?” Rutger asked dropping emphasis on the second you.

Luke swallowed hard. Unwrapping his arms from y/n, he sat up straight, the cold air of the room hitting him like a slap. “I heard her scream and I came to check on her.” He tried to keep his voice calm and even, but the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Rutger's eyebrows shot up, the tension in the room thickening. “Really?” He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze unwavering. “It’s just a little odd, don’t you think?”

Luke’s eyes darted to Y/n’s, the weight of their shared secret palpable between them. He knew he couldn’t lie to Rutger, not anymore. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, I can’t lie to you, man. Y/n and I are together. We’ve been seeing each other since November.”

Rutger’s expression froze, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment, no one said a word. Then, a chuckle escaped his lips, turning into a full-blown laugh. “You’re kidding, right? This is some kind of sick joke?” But the seriousness in Luke’s eyes told him it was no joke. The laughter died away, and the room grew tense again.

Y/n looked up at her brother, her eyes brimming with tears. She knew this moment had been inevitable, but she had hoped it would come under better circumstances. With a trembling voice, she said, “Rutger, it’s true. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We didn’t know how you’d react, and we didn’t want to ruin your all’s friendship or how close we are..”

Rutger’s laughter had turned into a scoff. He sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. He looked at his teammate, then back at his sister, his jaw clenched. “You two are together?”

“Yes, Rutger.” Y/n’s voice was firm, her eyes never leaving brother’s .

Rutger’s gaze bore into Luke, his voice tight. “You better not be playing games with my sister, Luke. You know she’s had enough of that already.”

Luke’s face grew serious, his eyes searching Rutger’s for any hint of understanding. He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he gathered his thoughts. “I can’t believe you would even think that of me. I’m not playing games, Rutger. I love your sister. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. She’s my everything, and I’d do anything to make her happy. Before you even ask me, yes that includes keeping our relationship a secret from everyone for months on months. Even though I’d love to go out somewhere with hundreds of people and just scream that she’s mine. Not in a territorial way but an I love her way.”

Rutger only saw pure sincerity and a fierce protectiveness that matched his own feelings for his sister when he searched over Luke’s features.

Rutger looked at the two of them, his twin, so vulnerable and Luke, so earnest. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "If it has to be any of my friends, I’d rather it be you than any of the others." He paused, looking at them both, "But you guys have to promise me, you won’t let it affect our friendship, the group, or the team."

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest, she had been holding her breath without realizing it. "We promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Luke nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Rutger’s. "We'll do everything we can to keep things normal. Now leave so I can celebratory kiss my boyfriend and go back to sleep." Y/n shoved at her brother.

Rutger rolled his eyes, but ultimately listened to her. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

notes: i really didn’t vibe with the prompt chosen after i started writing and i think you can tell in the writing - i will most likely be rewriting this but since the poll chose here we go. Thank you for reading, i appreciate all the love and support!

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could i maybe request some super soft holiday smut with George? Like it's the summer brake and they are in their Bad on a Boat and the sun shines on them and they just woak up clinging to each other?

Feel free to change some things if you like, that's just the kinda vibe i would like it to be so just warm and slow and loving you know?

𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 | 𝐠𝐫. 𝟔𝟑

summary: a salt-bathed, sun-drenched, yacht trip seduces you into slow and sensual sex underneath the sunbeams.

content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. yacht sex. tender. passionate, slow, and sensual. semi-public sex (middle of the ocean). belgium dsq. intimacy. fingering. vaginal sex. unprotected sex (don’t do that). no dialogue.

pairing: george russell x fem!black!reader

word count: 1.3k words.

from, serene: perfect timing for summer holiday smut (this was requested eight months ago 💀) feel like it might be what the george girlies need after the unfortunate outcome in belgium :( kinda proud of this one, feels like i found my groove again !!! title is from aaliyah's rock the boat enjoy, loves xxx (oh! check out the upcoming chapters link i added! it's my wip list, updated regularly with what's coming next!)

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The rocking of the yacht is felt minimally. The sound of the waves lapping against the boat accompanies an occasional snuffle from George’s napping form, splayed out comfortably on his front, head resting on your abdomen.

The British man tired himself out riding on a jet ski, swimming in the depths of the azure sea, and making sure you’re watching all of his ‘cool’ flips off the bow and swim platform of the vessel. You convinced him to eat lunch on an enforced (by you) sunscreen-reapplication break— and while he was waiting for the meal to settle, he snuck his way onto your lounger, nuzzling along your hip, asking you to read your book aloud to him.

You softly narrated the story to George, one hand turning the pages while the other played with his damp hair, your body tensing when cool drops of seawater dripped from his strands onto your stomach, shocking your bronzed skin. The mix of your tender speech, his ocean exhaustion, and the caress of the sun brought sleep to him easily.

This morning on the water is exactly what he needed to clear his mind. You wouldn’t let the weight of his disqualification in Belgium burden his mind any longer. There’s no better way to process emotion than in the middle of the ocean on a yacht, far away from the obsessive media and pitying Mercedes team. The only person sharing his space is you (and the few staff members below deck).

The book was set aside not long after he fell asleep, you were keen to rest your eyes and listen to the low tunes filtering through the speakers. Time slips effortlessly and you find yourself awakened by George stirring. The sunbeams have strengthened at noon and you’re aware that your next days will be spent massaging aloe vera into the Brit’s reddened skin. Yet, the flushed burn stretching across George’s tanned back isn’t a pressing issue for him.

He presses his lips to the skin of your hip, just above the tie of your bikini. You hum, pulling your knees upwards and letting them fall slightly to the sides, leaving George ample room to lay between your legs. You feel the wetness of his tongue appear as he traces along the hemline of your bottoms, teeth scraping the jut of your hipbones occasionally, the slight ache encouraging you to arch into his grasp.

His hands grip tightly at your thighs, the umber flesh spilling between his fingers alluringly. The sight entrances him and his lips drift to love on your inner thighs, teeth threatening to bite into the plush skin. Your quiet moans at the attention harmonize with the calm waves; the bruising kisses have the fabric of your swim bottom darkening with arousal. George releases a hand to tug at the ties of your bikini and pulls the strings loose. The cloth covering your cunt limpens and is tugged away smoothly.

George murmurs lowly, his fingers parting your folds and keeping you open. You’re sure your hole is fluttering at him, the heated skin of your cheeks disguised as a product of the sun and not George’s stare. He spreads your wetness along your vulva leisurely, pausing to flick your clit lightly, humming reassuringly as your hips buck upwards into the pleasurable sensation.

He toys at your entrance with two fingers, watching your cunt try to drag him within. He teases, pushing inside briefly, eyes flickering upwards to watch your mouth part at the gentle stretch before he pulls out to stroke along your folds. George repeats the action until you whimper needily, ceasing his torment to give you his fingers. The awaited full stretch lights up your spine, his digits curling against your walls deliciously. He lifts upwards, intertwining his lips with yours. The brush of lips matches the sensual stroking of his fingers; it’s slow and syrupy, tongues skimming together in a relaxed dance.

He withdraws, dragging his pulsing length from the confines of his swim shorts. He strokes his cock loosely, choking at the slickened friction, lowering to thrust his cock along your cunt, the reddened tip parting your moistened folds. You see George shudder over you, bottom lip bitten by his teeth as he hisses through the stimulation.

You tangle your hand in his sundried locks as he sinks inside of you, breathy moans leaking into the open air. The British man shakes when his hips meet yours, stilling to stifle your shared cries into each other's mouths. The pressure of his cock can’t be forgotten but the ache of fullness combined with the embrace of his lips distracts you from the lack of movement after the initial thrust. You’re not sure how much time passes as you and George become absorbed in the kiss but you’re only brought back to the present when his hips slowly start to roll against yours.

You gasp into his mouth, eyes fluttering open to meet his. They’re hazy, clouded with lust and desperation. You stare, captivated by the sight of his blissed expression, his blushing cheeks, and his ocean-colored irises swallowed by enlarged pupils. The sway of your hips has George melting, the sound of his choked whimpers complementing your breathy babbles.

His strokes remain deep, tantric, and toe-curling. The surrounding air dampens with the heat and moisture radiating from your activities, thin layers of sweat beading on your skin, and the taste of salt is fresh on your lips. Air is forced from your lungs as George abuses your sweet spot, hands slipping along his back in search of stability. Your chest arches upwards as you struggle to hold a firm grip on his back with the sheen of perspiration coating him. Scrambling, your nails bite into the muscle of his shoulder and lower back forcing a sharp groan from George. His hips stutter at the sting cutting through his freshly sunburnt skin before resuming the mind-numbing drive of his length within you.

Your thighs begin to tremble, the knot in your navel tightening, toes curling as you near your peak. The British man’s thrusts sharpen, pounding directly into your most sensitive areas as he feels your walls flutter and clench around him sporadically, cock throbbing as he pushes you over the edge. Waves of pleasure crash over you, the sound rushing through your ears as your eyes roll back with the force of your orgasm. George fucks you through it with shallow thrusts, his moans increasing to such a high volume you can hear it through your clogged ears. He pulls out and fists his swollen tip to completion, shooting streaks of white into his hand and across your flexed abdomen.

While you lay boneless on the lounge chair, both of your chests heave in unison, breaths slowly calming in the comedown. The British man reaches a shaky hand for the towel he threw aside earlier after drying off, wiping his cooling cum off your complexion and from between his fingers before he picks up your swim bottoms resting on the floor. With quivering fingers, he adjusts his shorts and does up your bikini after a couple of failed attempts at fastening the ties.

George squeezes to rest beside you on the lounge chair, an arm firmly reaching around to pull you to rest on him, tucking your head underneath his neck. You press light kisses along the column of his throat, the stretch of his collarbones, and the expanse of his pecs, smiling to yourself when you feel him nuzzle into your hair. He shifts for a better angle, his brow tightening as the raw skin of his back is aggravated from scraping against the seat, the tension disappearing slowly as he brushes his lips on your cheek.

You make a mental note to grab the aloe vera to address his sunburn. Until George convinces you to dip in the open ocean to cool off and wash away any lingering remnants, you’ll bask in the afterglow under the balmy shining sun.

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