#i don't know why but i didn't expect that

[tojisbbg]

pacify her

❝she's getting on my nerves, you don't love her... stop lying with those words!❞

♡ caleb ♡

sypnosis: you and caleb have been best friends for years, growing up and living together since childhood. nothing more and nothing less... so why did seeing him with that bitch hurt so much?

wc: 20k (i know, sorry, i got carried away but it's good i promise)

a/n: hai!! thank you so much for all the love and support on my first lads smutfic i posted for valentines day, i did not expect it to blow up like that (calebcore). as a token of my appreciation, please take this caleb smutfic as a gift. this is my longest written piece as of yet, so if this flops i'm gonna pull a caleb. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: fratboy!caleb x fem!reader, college au, reader is a little naive, heavy possessiveness on both sides (c'mon, it's caleb), heavy jealousy, mean caleb, reader's manipulative, lots of sappy feelings, pure filth, porn with plot, smut (lots of sex, beware!! and no details, find out lol), all acts are consensual, not edited.

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"what was that, pipsqueak? couldn't hear ya from up here." caleb smirked, violet eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down a little.

"calebbb! give me back my phone, i'll be late for my nail appointment." you whined, once again trying to snatch your phone out of his grip. however, your attempts were futile and comical; as the obviously taller man kept extending his hand out of your reach purposely.

"ask me nicely and maybe, just maybe, i'll give it back." he teased, chocolate brown fringes falling over his eyes as he tilts his head to the side.

"stop being mean!" you huff out, annoyed as you kept tiptoeing and reaching up to grab your phone.

caleb continued to watch you helplessly struggle against his height with nothing but amusement. he was more focused on how your skirt hiked up with every small jump, revealing more of the soft skin of your thighs. or how your tits cutely jiggled a few inches right below his face as you wore a pink laced babydoll top.

it was wrong and downright perverted, but god did it make his cock throb.

"caleb-" your words were cut short as you lost your footing, the thick heel of your mary janes slipping on the wooden floor of your living room. you yelped, face planting on caleb's chest as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to ground you.

"woah, easy there, pipsqueak. if you wanted a hug from me so bad you could've just asked." caleb lightly joked, making you pout as you looked up at him with a gaze he could only describe as-

how to get caleb hard in under two seconds.

your eyes were probably his most favorite feature of you. they were so doey, how they'd disappear when you'd giggle over his jokes, how your pupils would dilate when he bought you those stupidly adorable bows you wear on your hair; or how you'd look at him like he's ripped your heart straight out of your chest when you didn't have things go your way.

lethal puppy eyes.

"please caleb?" such a sultry voice only you could produce that could make even the strongest man on earth crumble; and god, caleb was definitely not the strongest soldier on the battlefield when it came to you.

"okay, okay, here." he smiled, handing you back your phone as his eyes briefly glanced at the dangling apple phone charm—which he had one as well to match with you.

"yay, thanks. i'm gonna go then, my girl friends are waiting for me." your eyes lighten up, giving him a girly smile which nearly sent his soul flying.

"mhm, make sure you make it in time for your math lecture, y'know how strict that professor is. batting those cute lashes of yours won't work on him like it does on me." caleb reminded you, his tone became slightly stern, but you only giggled at the sudden shift of his demeanor.

"roger that, captain." you gave him a small salute, making his small facade break for a couple of seconds as he cracked a smile.

"cheeky brat." he shook his head as he watched you rush out the door, purse adorned on your shoulder. suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pockets.

ding!

your $100 transaction at nailsbytojisbbg is complete

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you walked out of your last lecture, chit-chatting with a classmate as you exited the building. you noticed the familiar figure of a tall, broad man in the distance, wearing a white tanktop and gray shorts.

your lips curled into a smile, quickly waving your classmate goodbye as you quickened your footsteps. but, your smile would drop as you observed that he was not alone.

a girl, whom you've never met before, emerged from behind him as they both conversed. your steps became less urgent, a weird feeling bubbling in your stomach and chest—making you nauseous.

before you could turn around and walk away, caleb already caught your eyes, smiling as he waved at you. now there was absolutely no way in avoiding him, so you tried your best to reciprocate a smile to him, using one of your freshly manicured hands to wave back.

the distance between you two, or rather three, soon closed as caleb now stood in front of you; backpack slung over his shoulder.

"finished your classes, pips?" caleb asked, eyeing you playfully as if to prevent you from lying to him.

"yes, why wouldn't i?" you scoffed, making him chuckle.

"just checking 'cause you have a bad habit of skipping that class and i don't want you to fail." he pinched your cheek and although he teases you with this all the time, for some reason it was irking you now specifically because that stupid random girl was standing beside him.

you didn't want her to think that caleb knew dumb girls like you!

"i'm not failing that class, caleb. also, i only skip that class when needed, you're making me sound like a bad student." you glared at him, swatting his hand away from your face.

caleb's eyes widened at the sudden ill reaction from you, holding his hands up to surrender.

"my bad, pipsqueak; didn't know you were all studious now." caleb lightheartedly chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

"whatever, i guess we're not going home together since you have company." you commented, your tone a bit vice as you glanced at the girl next to him who quietly took in the interaction. caleb noticed the heavy tension between you two, thinning his lips as he mentally slapped himself for not introducing you both to each other.

"oh, caleb, it's fine. you could go home with your sister, we could catch up on the project another time." she smiled, making you almost puke in your mouth.

your eyebrows pinched together at her words.

sister?

you weren't his damn sister, did he not talk about you to her? all of caleb's friends knew of your presence in his life as caleb always made sure to let the whole world know about the one and only person that mattered to him the most.

you.

although you and caleb aren't related by blood, you were just as close to him as real family, and likewise for you. your adoptive grandmother passed away a few years back when the two of you were still high schoolers.

josephine, your grandma or gran as you both would call her, was a pretty kind old lady. she always treated you two like her own, making sure that you and caleb were nothing short of living a normal childhood. the initial plan was to only adopt you, but after seeing how inseparable you and caleb were, she didn't have the heart to snatch you away from him.

it was odd because you both weren't related, but she never pried deep into why.

all because of an apple.

when caleb was first brought in, he was hostile and scared; like most kids would. no matter how much the nurses and caretakers tried, they couldn't get him to take a single bite of food.

so one night, you saved your apple from dinner by hiding it under your bed, waiting for the lights to go out. after deeming the coasts to be cleared, your small footsteps tiptoed to the boys room as you opened the door to find him crouched against the wall; head buried in his knees as he sniffled.

you approached him with a gentle aura, sitting on your knees in front of him as you softly tapped his arms; glossy amethyst eyes meeting yours before landing on your small hands that offered him an apple.

the rest was history.

gran's death hit you both hard, but she always thought two steps ahead; leaving her inheritance for both you and caleb to use towards your education and living expenses.

she knew how much caleb wanted to be a fighter pilot and work for the DAA one day. as for you, well, you're a bit... slower on the run. you didn't know what you wanted to be and to be honest, school really wasn't your thing. gran always assured you that you didn't need to have things figured out so early and that you'd eventually have things sorted out... but that was four years ago.

you're now a sophmore in college while caleb's in his senior year.

"ah, no, y/n isn't my sister. she's my best friend, actually." caleb corrected, rubbing the back of his nape as the girl's eyes widened at the revelation, quickly apologizing.

"it's fine, most people assume that anyways, so we're used to it. we grew up together, so in a way, it makes sense." you shrug, making caleb frown.

"trust me, i'd never wanna be related to this pipsqueak here, she's a handful." caleb poked fun at you, making you groan as you pinched his side, making him yelp.

"i'm not!" you defended, making him laugh.

"as you say. now, before i forget, y/n this is my classmate from my mechanics lecture, ___. we're both in the aviation program, so we're paired up for the final project." he explained with a bright smile, but the commonalities between them only made your skin crawl.

why did he smile around her like that?

was he that happy to have someone like her in his field of interest?

were you not enough for him?

all these questions assaulted your mind, giving you a rising migraine.

"hello, earth to pipsqueak, you with me?" his voice woke you up, making you sigh.

"i wanna go home, tired." you shortly said before walking off, not bothering to wait for him or glare at that bitch one last time.

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you were splayed on the couch, head rested against the soft apple cushion you forced caleb to purchase years back because it seemed like a perfect buy. too lazy and annoyed to go up to your room and change out of your clothes, you decided to cool off by listening to some music.

as you leisurely listened to your playlist, you observed your nails which you got done earlier. the music blared in your ears and you failed to notice the jingling sound of the door-lock, the knob twisting open before revealing a tired caleb with arms full of groceries.

you took a quick look at him before quickly gluing your eyes back on your nails. your best friend noticed, a small smile perking up as he realized that you were still a bit annoyed at him for earlier.

that was no biggie, he had no problem in apologizing to you hundreds of times until you forgave him.

that's how it always was for you two, even as kids. as adorable and cheeky you were, you were a damn klutz too. so, you'd end up tripping and bumping into tables, causing the beautiful antic vases gran thrifted to fall and shatter on the floor.

not wanting you to get into trouble, he'd take the blame for you, saying he knocked it over when playing basketball inside.

when you two argued, it was always short lived no matter who was in the wrong; because caleb would always end up being the first to apologize, not being able to stay mad or distant from you. if he was to describe your place in his life in just a few words, he'd say you're just as important as the air he needed to breathe.

it's natural for him to need you, to want you and to love you.

caleb kicked off his shoes after closing the front door, walking over to the couch where you were resting and ignoring his presence. with a small grunt, he placed the grocery bags down before hopping on the couch; plopping right on top of you without exerting his entire weight, not wanting to crush you.

you groaned in both annoyance and the sudden weight of his body, shooting him a glare from between your fingers, but he only grinned at you.

"still mad at me, pipsqueak?" caleb asked, placing his head on your stomach as peered up at you, giving you his stupid puppy eyes.

literally, he looked like a sad, wet puppy.

it took everything in your willpower to not throw away every ounce of anger and jealousy you had boiling inside of you to just wrap your arms around him.

so, you just closed your eyes and ignored him, turning up the volume on your phone.

caleb frowned at your actions, using a hand to tug on the wire as the earphone plugged in your right ear fell.

"hey, i'm talkin' to ya, pips." his voice was soft, but harbored a little bit of disappointment.

"don't wanna talk to you." a childish huff left your mouth as you glared down at him, but to caleb you looked like an angry kitten.

so, he took bait.

"really? so after paying for these cute nails, you won't even show me? no 'thank you, caleb! you're the best in the world!' ? i think i've spoiled you rotten." he lets out an exasperated sigh, but his expression is more fond than annoyed.

his gaze drifts back to your nails, his fingers briefly wrapping around your wrist to take a closer look.

"cute and expensive..." he tuts, but his thumb is gently stroking the softness of your wrist.

"what are you implying? that i get a job and work my cute ass off?" you murmured, your tone full of offense just at the thought.

he lifts his gaze back to your face, his playful smirk back in place.

"of course not. i don't mind providing for your cute ass until we both reach our graves and you know that, y/n." he laughs, shaking his head in mock annoyance. his grip on your wrist loosens, but his fingers continue the light stroking motion almost absentmindedly.

"but now that you mention it, maybe having a taste of the real world wouldn't be so bad after all. then you'd be more appreciative of all the things i do for you." his eyes dancing with amusement as he feigns indifference.

of course, caleb didn't mind whether or not you wanted to get a job. in fact, he liked being able to provide for you and spoil you rotten! seeing the joy in your eyes when he agreed to buy you those stupidly overpriced trinkets that now decorate both of your rooms, or shopping for clothes and shoes and of course your nails and makeup.

after everything you've done for him, which was simply existing in his lonely life, he felt like he owed you his whole life. he'll never forget that night, when the two of you had nothing, yet you gave him everything.

the kindness of your heart.

"tch, now you really do sound like my brother." you joked, knowing how much it irked him when you called him that.

a grimace flashes across his face, his grip on your wrist tightens momentarily. he always hated it when you called him your brother or when someone mistakenly addressed you as his sister.

"don't call me that." he mutters, his voice firm and possessive.

"then don't nag at me like one." you bit back.

his expression softens, his grip loosening back into a gentle touch. he sighs, a mixture of frustration and concern creeping into his expression.

"i just... i worry about you, alright? i try to give you everything you want, but you don't—" he cuts himself off, the words hanging in the air, as if choosing whether to continue or not.

"i don't what?" you cocked an eyebrow.

"nevermind." caleb mumbled under his breath, lifting himself off of you, only for you to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back.

"no, say it." you looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

he looks away, his gaze locking on a small crack in the wall, his voice low and gruff. he's struggling to articulate his feelings, not wanting to hurt you.

"you don't... apply yourself. you spend your time on things that don't matter. you have talents, but you don't use them. you're wasting your potential, pipsqueak. gran left behind so much for us, i'm sure she'd want you to take advantage of the path she built for us." caleb explained, violet eyes locked with your as his tone was stern but still embrace a gentleness to it—hoping that you could take his words to heart.

which you did, but not in the way he wanted you to.

"are you getting tired of me, caleb?" your voice wavered, coming out like a whisper.

his eyes widen in surprise, and he shakes his head vehemently.

"no, god no. it's not that at all. it's just—" he pauses, his gaze flitting away for a moment before returning to you, his expression a mix of frustration and conflict as he pursues his lips.

"we've known each other since we were kids. you're just as smart as i am, so why don't you want to be...more? pips, i don't mind devoting my whole life to feed you, spoil you endlessly and so much more—but i want you to seek out more in life. we both came a long way, from being unwanted to finding each other. i just want you to take everything that you can." a gentle calloused hand came up to stroke your cheek, his fingers lithe and a little cold.

caleb had a habit of getting clamy hands when he was nervous.

"smart? don't make me laugh. you and zayne were always ahead of me, it was so embarrassing to show gran all those red marks on my grades. i-i... i don't have a place in the world of academics. why do you think i spend so much time on caring about how i look? if i can't offer the world my brain then maybe i could make it up with my looks. and if all goes to hell, then i'll just marry some old, rich guy." you shrugged, your words coming out a bit jokingly as you chuckled at the end.

he falls silent, for once rendered speechless by the nonchalance in your tone. he doesn't know what's more infuriating—that you think so little of yourself, or that you could so easily imagine a life without him.

"is that what you think you're worth? that being a trophy wife is the best you can do?" he takes a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check.

"at this rate, honestly yeah." you grumbled, looking away from him.

his eyes narrow, a mixture of anger and exasperation in his gaze. he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes which were full of hurt at how you downplayed yourself.

"bullshit! you're smart, talented, and goddamn beautiful, and you're just gonna waste it all by marrying some rich guy you don't even like?" caleb grits his teeth, cupping your cheek as his thumb rubbed across the apple of your soft mounds.

"there's no other choice! look, i get it, okay? you have a life too and i don't wanna be a pest leeching off of you forever." your lips quiver, heart pounding in your chest as it felt like someone just twisted the knife in your gut as the words left your lips.

only to be oblivious that your words cut caleb deeper than it did you.

"no choice? there's always a choice for you as long as i'm alive on this earth, y/n—me! i'll work my ass of in this program and get in the DAA to be a badass fighter pilot and make tons of money. i'll be the only man you'll ever need, don't you worry your pretty head over nothin', you hear me? don't ever think you're a liability. i need you, damn it." he poured his heart out, looking deep into your eyes as if he was trying to touch your soul; gently to caress it and help you mend those scars of insecurity that bled.

but you were scared and found it difficult to believe his words, not after seeing how happy he looked earlier with someone else that was not you.

"you don't have to lie, caleb. that girl from earlier... she seems like a better pick for you. she's smart enough to be in the aviation program with you, she's strong and she's pretty. she has beauty and brains while i merely have half." your throat squeeze tightly, a lump forming as it physically hurt to say the next set of words.

"she's perfect for you, caleb." your eyes welled with tears as you looked down to where your hands rested on your stomach.

"i don't care if she's smarter, or more talented. she's not you. she's not the one i grew up with, the one who's always been there for me. this is what she can't offer me. this connection we have. i don't want anyone else, I just want you in my life, pipsqueak." his jaw tightens, his eyes fierce as he speaks. he takes your hand, bringing it to his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your palm.

all the tears that you've been holding back finally slip out one by one, running down your flushed cheeks as streaks of black mascara taints your skin. caleb's eyes softened, sitting on his knees before pulling you up with him, cradling your head in his chest.

"shh... it's okay, i'm here. i'm not leaving you, i promise." he whispers in a honeyed voice, making your heart flutter as you sobbed.

"e-everyone's so mean to me! your friends whistle and laugh when i walk past them in my skirts or if the bow in my hair unties and falls—o-or when i trip on my pumps! they call me a bimbo or brainless s-slut!" you choked on your tears, clutching onto his shirt as your tears formed damp puddles on the white fabric.

caleb's eyes darkened at your words, blood boiling in fury. his embrace tightened, but a vein could be seen present on his forehead as he tried his best to keep his temper in check while calmly speaking to you.

"they said what now, y/n?" his tone was grave, making your breathing go a bit uneven.

"h-hey, it's okay. i don't see them much anyways." you tried to assure him, but caleb was no longer listening.

all the functions in his brain has gone haywired, loss of connection after hearing you. suddenly, he gently pushed you off his lap, grabbing his phone before shoving it in his pocket.

your eyes widened as you watched him get up from the couch. you reached out, grabbing his wrist.

"where are you going?" you asked, watching him only turn his head to the side but his eyes looked at you faintly. there was no light, just darkness and his face read a dangerous expression.

to kill.

"i'm gonna beat the absolute shit out of them and make them kneel in front of you to apologize." he bitterly spat out, words laced with venom before ripping his hand out of your grasp; not needing much force.

your heart rate quickened as you quickly followed his footsteps, not wanting him to make it out the door. you grabbed the back of his shirt, grounding your foot to hold him back.

"caleb, don't do this! you're in a high-stake program, if they find out about you doing this type of shit, you'll be kicked out! i swear i'm fine." you tried to convince him, but your words only made his anger rise.

he turned around, glaring at you.

"be quiet. you're not fine, i know you're not. so stop lying to me, 'cause i hate it when you do that. i know what's best for you and me, so don't stop me." caleb's tone dropped octaves lower, but you pushed aside your slight fear of him at this moment, caging him in your comparably smaller arms to hold him hostage.

"i won't let you go." you shake your head, holding him tight. you heard him let out a heavy sigh, as his shoulder slumped. you closed your eyes in relief, thinking that you were able to avoid the worst possible situation.

"you really don't like it when i'm a nice guy, huh?" caleb chuckled darkly, making your eyes widen. suddenly, he lifted you up in his arms and began walking upstairs.

fuck.

"wait, caleb!" you squirmed in his hold, but his grip around you remained stern.

"y'know i don't like it when you butt into things you shouldn't, pipsqueak." he walked up the second flight of stairs that led to the attic. after opening the door, he pushed you inside and quickly closed the door, locking it.

"caleb, what the hell?! let me out! you can't fuckin' do this to me, we're not kids anymore! ugh, let me out!" you banged and kicked on the door, but he wouldn't budge.

soon enough, his footsteps were getting distant.

"caleb? caleb!!"

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a week has passed since that incident. you were pretty pissed at him when he finally returned and unlocked you from your confinement, ready to pounce on him, yell and slap him.

but all that fury dissipated once you saw his bruised knuckles and disheveled state. caleb wasn't insensitive and to save you the trauma of witnessing three bloodied guys kneeling to you on the floor, he recorded their voices which dripped with pain and remorse as apologies flew out of their mouths like a mantra.

the smile plastered on his face was almost deranged and crazy, but yet without a fail it made your heart leap in your throat.

"so you wear skirts and smell like peaches. so what? that doesn't make you less than anyone else. if anything, it's one of the things i love about you. they can call you whatever they want. i know who you are, and that's all that matters."

his words rang loud and clear in your ears every time you remembered them. you can vividly imagine his eyes, the tenderness they held while his voice softly cured the aches in your heart.

"hey pips, gonna do laundry now. anything else you need for me to throw in?" caleb peeps in his head through the small crack of your door, chocolatey brown locks coming into view. you ushered him to come inside, to which he obeyed.

there you saw him, in all this handsome glory. you pondered quickly, how did he change so quickly?

in the back of your mind, you could still picture caleb to be a scrawny little kid with a high pitched voice; playing as the dragon while you were the princess trying to run away from him in the sandbox.

and then came high school when he got his first job as a restocker at the local grocery store, being required to lift heavy things, so he began to frequently workout at the gym and at home too; insisting that you could be of help by sitting on his back while he did push-ups.

the scrawny squeaky caleb would then transform into a tall, handsome and broad young man. he carried you in his big, beefy arms in the summer heat; one hand full with gorcery bags while the other held you as you sipped on the overpriced fake pink lemonade the girls scouts were selling—letting him take a few sips from your straw to compensate.

and now here he stood in your room, shirtless and only in a pair of calvin klein boxers; the tag necklace attached with the apple charm hanging on his neck.

"hm, nope. everything should be in my basket. thanks caleb." you smiled with gratitude, pointing to the lavander laundry basket by your door.

"mhm, don't mention it." he hummed before bending down to grab your basket.

caleb made his way down to the basement where the washing machine was. he remembered how you always nagged at him for throwing your clothes with his, how the rough material of his clothes ruined the cute lacey frills of yours.

he rolled his eyes as he could mentally hear your voice whining at him. so, to save him the trouble, he decided to wash his clothes last. caleb began to throw your clothes in, only to find the deep crimson pair of panties that he loved so much in the pile, peeking and tempting him.

the brunette groaned, fingers playing with the soft red laces that decorated the edge of your panties. his imagination ran wild, picturing you in nothing but the thin fabric of the panties that were now crumpled in his large hands.

it was sick and perverted... he knows that it was wrong to do so.

but he couldn't help himself—holding your panties to his nose, the part where your pussy would've been hugged with, taking a deep inhale. his eyes rolled back, whimpering as he could smell the musky scent of your cunt, his mouth salivating as he could only wish to be able to taste your sweet pussy.

blood rushed down to his cock, making him painfully hard. caleb groaned, tugging the waistband of his boxers down as his dick sprung back to hit his abs.

he grabbed another pair of your dirty panties, this one being a soft blue, and wrapped it around his cock. caleb's mouth gaped open, moaning as he began to stroke his dick, feeling the fabric of your panties rub against his sensitive skin.

"hnghh... fuck, you smell so good, princess." caleb quietly moaned, the hand gasping your panties tightening as he sniffed your panties while shamelessly jerking himself off.

he bit down on his lips, increasing the pace of his hands as beads of precum trickled down his swollen mushroom tip. the vein that ran on the underside of his cock throbbed with adrenaline, making his knees almost buck.

caleb could imagine how your soft pussy was hidden in these same pair of panties, your cute little clit peeking out of your sopping wet folds. did you ever touch yourself through these panties of yours? who do you think about when you touch yourself? was it him?

god, all these questions only made his balls twitch as he could feel himself grow closer to his orgasm.

"ahhh- shit, please, y/n. need to taste you so bad, h-hahh.." he whimpered, tongue lolling out as he began to suck on your panties desperately while trying to chase his high.

with a few more pumps, caleb's cock began to spurt out white, thick wads of hot, sticky cum onto your blue panties. his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath as post-nut clarity was hitting him.

his face rushed with a red tint, embarrassed but not enough to stop. after all, this wasn't his first time.

"hey caleb, have you seen my pink panties? i checked everywhere but couldn't find them. were they in the basket yesterday when you did the laundry? i could've sworn i placed them there."

"nope, didn't see them, pipsqueak. maybe you left them in your locker or somethin'. don't worry, if you need more i could always take you shopping."

caleb had all your bras and panties memorized just like how he memorized the different functions and buttons of aircrafts. he begrudgingly allowed you to pull him into victoria's secret to go shopping for new cute sets, wanting his opinions and of course, needing his card as well.

of course, he didn't mind buying them for you! after all, he'd pluck a pair from your weekly laundry every time and use it to fuck his fist or even keep for himself if he really liked that pair. so, it was only fair to buy you more to compensate.

"yeah, definitely keeping this one." caleb grunts before throwing the crimson red panties in his basket.

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the spring semester was coming to an end, meaning that caleb would soon graduate. you were so excited to attend his graduation, having your dress readily hung in your closet, noting down on your ipad what kind of flowers you wanted to include in the massive bouquet you were planning to welcome him with and of course—

his gift.

caleb always gave a dog kind of guy, so you were thinking of getting a puppy for him. but, of course, things change like always and you still had another few weeks to plan.

the only problem was that getting a hold of caleb nowadays became extremely hard, which might sound weird considering the fact that you two literally live together in the same house.

but it's true.

for the last few weeks, caleb's been buried in books and drowning himself in the strongest concoction of what you could only make out as coffee and redbull. he's been on his grind to study for the final exam, which would determine if he got in the DAA or not. of course, the semester long project, which he worked on with ___ was at its finishing polishes. everything in life was hitting him all at once, college, work and other shit; so catching a glimpse of him was like being able to catch a shooting star.

slim chance.

but of course, you didn't want to bother him and you were proud of him for working so hard towards his dreams. so, naturally, you expected him to crash into your bed and cuddle with you after taking the exam—newsflash: you were wrong.

though caleb was nerdy, he was very popular on campus. all the girls wanted a piece of him because he was everything a girl could ever dream of. he's smart, caring, domestic and he's sexy as fuck.

all the guys wanted to be his friends and naturally caleb ended up being invited to a bunch of senior frat parties as the soon-to-be graduates celebrated their achievements. so, you'd only see caleb in the mornings where he's drunk and passed out on the couch or you wouldn't see him at all because he crashed at his friend’s place.

it was late one evening, you stirred in your bed as you woke up from your nap. you tapped your phone screen and saw that it was almost eight. you sat up, the shoulder strap of your nightgown falling off your shoulder, making you groan in annoyance as you fixed it.

feeling parched, you got off your bed and slipped on your house slippers to head down to the kitchen and fix yourself an ice cold glass of water. your ears perked up upon the hearing of deep laughter echoing in the living room, well, multiple voices were voicing these laughs.

as you went down the the stairs, your eyes fell on caleb who was leisurely lounging on the couch with a game controller in his hand, surrounded by three other guys; who you assumed were his new friends or rather frat buddies since he beat his last ones to pulp for you.

"caleb?" you called out, making him stop mid-sentence as he looked up and noticed your familiar figure approaching him.

"oh, pipsqueak, you're home? i didn't even know." caleb chuckled, pausing his game, the sudden acknowledgment of your presence made the other three heads turn to look at you.

"uh, yeah... i was napping." you replied, feeling a little exposed as you didn't know he'd have his friends over and you were still in casual home-wear. you could feel his friends roaming their eyes all over your exposed arms and legs, making you shift uncomfortably.

"woah, didn't know you had such a hot sister, dude." one of them finally spoke up, letting out a low wolf-whistle.

caleb's jaw tightened at that, making him shoot the guy a glare.

"watch your mouth, don't say shit like that to her. and we're not related, we just grew up together." he clarified, nose flaring with irritation.

another one of his friends rolled his eyes, dismissing his words.

"yeah, yeah, same shit. so, sister-not-sister of caleb's, you got a boyfriend?" the guy asked, making your cheeks heat up at the question as you cleared your throat.

"n-no." you stammered, playing with the hem of your nightgown. he stood up, walking over to you with a grin as he took your phone.

"let me give you my number then. let's get to know each other and i'll take you on a nice date, darling." he purred, a hand coming up to touch your arm; only for a vice grip to stop the dirtying hand from laying a finger on you.

"i swear i'll kill you." caleb's violet orbs bored holes in his friend's skull, possessively pushing you behind him. his friend scoffed, ripping his hand away from the tight grip.

"chill, dude. you're acting like i was asking her to fuck me." he joked, but caleb's face contorted into a scowl.

"say one more fuckin' word and i swear on everything i'll beat the shit out of you. you're really pissing me off." caleb swore under his breath, his other friend that was calmly watching everything unfold decided to intervene.

"okay, okay, everyone relax. we should head home, it's getting late. uh, caleb, i'll text you the address for the party being held this weekend—don't miss it, man! oh, also, let me invite your... er, friend, in case she wants to attend." the other guy spoke up, glancing at you. but, before you could even get a word in—

"she won't be coming." caleb strictly answered for you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"caleb!" you frowned, only for him to shoot a glare down at you. his friend thinned his lips, deciding not to push further.

"alright then. see you later, man." caleb's friends finally packed their stuff and left.

you angrily shoved caleb onto the couch, towering over him to have some kind of intimidation factor towards you; but of course, you were nothing compared to a six-foot something muscle pig like him.

nonetheless, he let you.

you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. however, caleb was more focused on how your tits were now squished because of your arms; granting him the sight of the beautiful soft curves of the supple flesh. he licked his dry lips, imagining how they'd feel in his hands. you failed to noticed his ogling from how pissed you were, preparing to lash out at him.

"why can't i go to the party? you're gonna be there, so i don't see what's the issue." you huffed out.

"it's a frat party, pipsqueak. they're not meant for you." he dismissed your frustration like it was nothing, but his answer only riled you up more.

"the hell you mean?! i'm an adult, you think i can't handle a fuckin' frat party? i'm gonna go, whether you like it or not." you stubbornly fought back with equal amounts of venom in your words.

"like hell you would, i'd like to see you try. those parties are full of drunk guys dancing on girls who shake ass for some temporary validation, the house reeks of alcohol and sex. you're none of that! you never even drank in your life or had your first kiss." caleb lectured, his eyes were stern and unwavering, not harboring any leeway to be convinced otherwise by you.

"t-that's not true!" you helplessly tried to lie, but of course, it didn't fly by him. he let out a heavy sigh before planting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer between his legs.

"listen, pips. y'know i care a lot about you, right? you saw how those guys were just a few minutes back. it took every inch of self-control i had to not just plummet my fist in his face. i don't want those sick perverts to look at you like you're a piece of meat. you're more safer home than anywhere else, if you wanna drink and party so bad, a two person party right here sounds like a pretty solid idea." he looks up at you with a gentle smile etched onto his lips, offering such a lame idea, making you scoff as you shove his hands away.

"it's always what you want, never what i want! ugh, you're so fucking annoying, caleb! i don't wanna stay as some boring loser forever and you're making it worse." you seethed with anger and fury, making his smile drop as his face darkened at your words.

"i know what's best for you, y/n. you are not going to that party and that's final. don't make me lock you up in the attic again, 'cause i will if i have to." caleb threatened, making you scoff in disbelief.

"unbelievable." you shook your head, your mouth opened once more to give him a piece of your mind; but the doorbell rang.

you groaned in annoyance, trudging to the front door as you wondered who the hell showed up to your place this late. you opened the door and you were shocked to see the girl in caleb's mechanics class.

"ah, sorry! is caleb home? i texted him earlier but it seems like he didn't see it." ___ nervously laughed, her sudden appearence made your eye twitch.

"why." you blurted out, no hint of welcome in your voice.

after noticing your longer-than-usual time away, caleb decided to check who was at the door. his eyes widened when he saw ___ outside.

"oh shit, i'm so sorry. i just saw your text, i had some friends over earlier, so i didn't get a chance to see it. i didn't know you wanted to do the finishing touches tonight." caleb rubbed the back of his neck, a guilty smile plastered on his face, but the girl quickly dismissed his apologies.

"no, no, don't worry! if you want, we could still finish it up tonight. it shouldn't take long." she offered him a smile, making your dig your nails in your palms to contain yourself from clawing at her.

"you sure? it's pretty late." his eyes were washed with concern, making you want to puke at how he... cared for her.

"yeah, totally! i'll wait for you here." she assured him, making caleb quickly nod as he ran up to his room to change.

the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, with you throwing discreet daggers at the girl while she played footsies with herself.

"so... i heard you both decided to make a 3D-solar airplane model. that's pretty complex." you chimed in a small conversation starter, your sudden voice made her jolt.

"yep, the idea was mine but caleb's the main head behind the mechanics. the guy is so damn smart, really! it's honestly been so fun working with him, he's so reliable." she gawked at him, making you clench your jaw.

"i see, you must really be fond of him, huh?" you shot her a fake smile, but your words made her let out a small giggle.

"we're just friends, he's a great guy though, which i'm sure you know." she smiles.

"uh-huh... so, you got a boyfriend?" you pried deeper, wanting to know what exactly her motives were.

"nope, single as a pringle." she answered, the cringey joke nearly made you vomit a bit in your mouth.

an awkward silence falls between you, and the girl seems to sense the tension. she fidgets, glancing back and forth between you and the staircase.

"you two seemed to have gotten pretty close over the course of this... project." you emphasized as your eyes darkened, making her clear her throat.

"oh, yeah, definitely! we do a bunch of things after working on our model. we've been working on the project, of course, but we also watch movies, cook together, and just chat about random stuff. it's been pretty fun!" the girl seems oblivious to the shift in your demeanor, and continues to chat cheerfully.

"c-cook together?!" you choked on your words, eyes going wide.

"yeah! he makes the best omurice, like it's seriously delicious. he's really talented in the kitchen." the girl nods, her expression enthusiastic.

your heart sinks at her words. cooking has always been your thing with caleb, something special and intimate between you two. hearing that he has cooked for someone else, and that she raves about his skills, feels like a knife twisting in your chest.

the girl chatters on, but her words fade into background noise as your mind races. the jealousy and insecurity welling up inside you is almost too much to bear.

"you seem very... doted on him. do you like him?" your throat went dry as you asked the big question, heart hammering against your chest.

the girl pauses, her expression softening as she smiles bashfully.

"well, i mean... yeah, i do kinda like him. i've had a bit of a crush on him for a while, to be honest. he's just so nice and handsome, plus he's really smart and talented, too." she continued to shower him in compliments, eyes dreamily glancing in the distance as she spewed out her thoughts.

before you could interrogate further, you could hear caleb's heavy footsteps descending down the stairs, making you zip your lips.

"okay, reporting for duty. let's go and finish that sucker real quick." caleb announced, making the girl laugh at his silly words; but for some odd reason his stupid joke now tasted bitter in your mouth.

you were quiet, too quiet; which was loud enough for him to notice. caleb walked towards you, ruffling your hair.

"gonna be back in a few, pips. don't miss me too much." he teases with a smile, yet you give nothing back to him; watching him leave with her before closing the door behind him.

later that night, out of pure spite, you decided that it was time for a change. you were angry at that stupid show-offing bitch, caleb, yourself and the whole world itself.

who the hell was praying on your downfall?

whatever, you were tired of all this bullshit, feeling your frontal lobe developing. you surfed the internet for a recipe to follow and began to cook.

it can't be that hard, can it?

god, were you so wrong.

caleb pauses in the kitchen doorway, taking in the sight of you in the kitchen, your phone on the counter next to a messy array of ingredients. concern etched across his face as he looks at the mess.

"hey... what are you doing, pips?" he asks.

"making myself food." you stated the obvious, rolling your eyes at his stupid question.

"and that involves making the kitchen look like a war zone?" he quirks an eyebrow, his eyes flickering from you to the ingredients strewn across the counter.

"shut up." you grumble, already overstimulated by your mess and the fact that what you were currently stirring in your pot looked like someone just took a massive shit in it.

you could fear your hunger slowly disappearing.

"wow, someone's feisty tonight." caleb takes a step closer, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. he can tell you're in a bad mood, and he's not surprised by your snappish response.

you ignore him, trying to focus on how you can fix your dinner.

he leans back against the counter, watching you with growing curiosity. something tells him that this is more than just a bad mood, that something else is bothering you.

"okay, spill it. what's going on? you've been ignoring me since i got home, and now you're trying to burn the kitchen down with whatever the hell you're making." his tone grew impatient, giving you a sharp look.

"you think my world revolves around you? well, newsflash, asshole—it doesn't! now shut the fuck up 'cause you're pissing me off and my food is gonna burn." you angrily spat back, crashing out completely as you just wanted him to leave you alone.

"excuse me? i'm literally just trying to talk to you, and this is the response i get? and what exactly is this 'food' you're trying to make anyway? it looks like a science experiment gone wrong." he's taken aback by your harsh tone, but he doesn't back down. his eyes darken, his own temper rising.

"it's the curry for omurice, it's just not done yet!" you defended your culinary work.

"puhlease, i doubt you'll make anything edible at this rate, that curry's been done. you barely know how to boil water, let alone make a proper omurice." caleb snickers, he knows all too well that you're not exactly a natural in the kitchen.

"i can boil water, you fucking jerk!" you snapped, spoon dropping out of your hand as you panicked and tried to grab it, only for your hand to hit the scorching hot metal of the pot.

"fuck." you yelped in pain.

"damn it, y/n. you just burned yourself! let me see your hand." his expression immediately shifts to alarm, and without a second thought he rushes to your side.

you shimmy away from him, as if he had infectious cooties or something, making him frown. caleb felt you push him away, seeing you wince in pain made his heart ache, but he was annoyed with how you were acting-

like a fucking child.

"i'm fine." you breathed out, turning on the sink to run your hand under some cold water, biting your lip to hold back a scream itching to rip out of your throat.

"for fucks sake, would you just let me see? you're being ridiculous." caleb grabbed your hand gently, lifting it to inspect the burn. it's not too serious, but it still looked painful.

"let go of me!" you grit your teeth, pulling away your hand.

"god, you're so damn stubborn. why won't you just let me help you? what is your problem?" he reluctantly lets go, but his irritation and concern continued to grow at your behavior.

"i don't need your help! i don't need your concern! i don't need your stupid cooking! i don't need your money! i don't need you, caleb!" you bellowed, eyes full of anguish as you watched his jaw drop at your outburst.

he's stunned by your words, his heart clenching at the venom in your voice. he'd been worried this was about him, but hearing the harsh words coming from your lips still feels like a punch to the gut.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean? you don't need me? after all this time?" he let's out a bitter laugh in disbelief, shaking his head.

"so, that's it? after everything we've been through, everything i've done for you... you don't need me, huh? is that what you're saying? am i just some useless piece of trash to you?" he paces the kitchen, his hands running through his hair in frustration. he's angry, hurt, and confused all at once.

"you know what, since you spelled it out so perfectly, yeah. after how you toyed around with me and threw me away like nothing, hell fucking yeah!" you yelled at him, balling your fists to the side to ground your feelings, to dig your nails in your palms for some kind of twisted comfort to prevent the tears in your eyes from pouring out.

"is that what you think? you think i discarded you like some toy? god, if anything, it's been the opposite. i've been doing everything i can to support you, to make you happy. and this is the thanks i get? you're acting like a prissy, spoiled, ungrateful brat!" he stops in his tracks, staring at you in disbelief.

"the fuck did you just call me?" you voice was shaky, but your eyes flickered with hurt and fury.

"you heard me. you're acting like a damn brat! you're throwing a tantrum because i'm trying to help you. because i care about you! because i love you!" caleb steps closer, his gaze hardening. he's sick of your attitude, sick of your ungratefulness.

"spare me the bullshit, caleb. now i know how you really feel about me, and i was really fucking dumb to believe you. tch, you're just like everyone else." you scoffed, heart cracking with every advancement of this pitiful and painful conversation that you'd never imagine would come to existence.

"like everyone else? what the hell is that supposed to mean? you think i'm some sort of heartless monster just because i'm busy with getting my life together? because i have responsibilities? do you have any idea the stress i've been under lately? you've been acting as if the world revolves around you!" he was beyond pissed at this point, tone rising with every word.

"oh yeah? but you're not busy enough to make that bitch omurice at her place? not busy enough to watch movies with her? not busy enough to spend time with her while i'm home alone waiting for you, fucking asshole?!" you screamed at his face, your head throbbing as a painful migraine brewed inside.

his eyes widen in surprise, and for a brief moment, he's speechless. it all makes sense now.

"is that what this is about? seriously, y/n, are you hearing yourself? after the countless amount of times i explicitly told you that me and her have nothing between us! that i don't give two fucks about her! are you that jealous?" he crosses his arms over his chest, unable to fathom the situation.

all because of something so stupid.

"jealous? don't be delusional. go fuck her for all i care. i'm not your girlfriend or wife." you snarled.

"you're trying to push me away because of some petty jealousy? are you seriously that insecure?" he's furious now, his eyes blazing with anger. he steps closer, crowding your personal space.

"yeah, i am. so fucking leave me alone, bitch." you swallowed harshly, emphasizing the last word before walking out of the kitchen.

you halted your steps, turning your head to the side.

"i'll clean the kitchen later, i'm gonna order takeout. don't worry, i removed your card from my phone, i work now." you cleared your throat.

you've been working for the past month actually, but you never had the chance to even tell him about it because he's barely home.

"you got a job? why didn't you tell me? and why did you need to delete my card? i don't mind taking care of you, y'know that." caleb feels his anger start to cool, replaced by disbelief and hurt.

you no longer felt like you could stay a minute more in the kitchen, already feeling the waterworks activate in your eyes, ignoring his words as you stormed out of the kitchen to head up to your room.

he stands there, staring after you, feeling helpless and frustrated. he wants to follow you, to talk some sense into you, but he knows you need time to cool off. he lets out a deep sigh, leaning back against the counter as a heavy weight settles in his chest.

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the week passes by slowly, the tension palpable between you two. caleb tried to talk to you, to bridge the gap, but you're still stubbornly ignoring him. his heart hurts with every failed attempt, the distance between you feeling greater than ever.

he's on the edge, his mind constantly wandering to you. caleb misses you, he misses just being able to look at you and talk to you.

it was a friday night and you just got back from your closing shift, exhuasted as you plopped down on the couch. you still had a few assignments left to do, which were unfortunately due tonight.

an hour later, caleb enters the house, his shoulders slumped from exhaustion as well. his eyes immediately fall on you, sitting on the couch, head bent over a book.

"hey... how was work?" caleb asked softly, approaching you cautiously.

you ignored him, continuing to scribble notes in your notebook.

"pipsqueak, come on. i'm trying here. can't you at least look at me?" he groaned, frowning at your lack of response, but doesn't give up.

however, you continue to mind your own business, not paying him any mind.

"y'know, this silent treatment is getting old real fast. we need to talk." he lets out a frustrated sigh, crossing his arms.

he takes a seat on the chair across from the couch. he can see the tension in your body, the way you refuse to acknowledge him. it's driving him crazy.

"how long are you going to keep acting like a petulant child? you can't just ignore me forever." caleb scoffed, glaring at you.

he watched you scribble something on a blank sheet of notebook paper before tearing it out, crumpling and throwing it right at his face; before it fell on his lap.

"thanks." he sarcastically grumbled, unraveling the crumpled ball before reading what you wrote.

i'll try to.

his jaw tightened at your stubbornness. you got up from your seat, heading to the staircase to go up to your room. he's stunned speechless for a moment, staring at the crumpled paper. a wave of anger and hurt washes over him. he stands up, following after you.

enough is enough.

"you can't be serious. you're just going to shut me out like i'm nothing to you? y/n!" he catches up to you, grabbing your arm lightly to stop you from entering your room.

"let go, caleb." you spoke through gritted teeth.

he hesitates for a moment, his grip on your arm loosen slightly. he can see the pain in your eyes, the wall you've put up between you. it hurts him more than any physical pain he's ever felt.

you snatched away your arm before opening the door to your bedroom, slamming it shut right in his face.

caleb's shoulders slump, a frustrated sigh leaving his chapped lips as his fist rests on your door, not having the strength to knock and fight any further. initially he was planning to cancel the invite to the frat party taking place tonight, but after the constant failures of trying to mend his friendship with you, he needed to blow off some steam.

so, with a resigned look, he left your door and headed into his room to shower and get ready. as you heard his footsteps slowly disappearing, you slid down the door as your knees gave out, burying your face in your hands as you cried.

you've never felt this distraught in your life and you couldn't help but blame yourself. of course, it was always you who created trouble and chaos.

caleb was never obligated to be yours, you had no rights to snap at him for choosing someone else over you.

he's not yours.

but, god did it hurt whenever you remembered that. you wanted him to be yours so bad, it was suffocating. you wanted him to only think about you, laugh with you, spend every moment of this fucked up life... just with you.

you know it was wrong to think of him like this, after all, caleb's your best friend; the closest person you have left to call family.

these feelings that you tried so hard to bury years ago keep haunting you and come back stronger. it scares you because even after ruining so many things, you don't want to say something stupid and destroy everything you've built up till now.

just by saying those three words that you always say to him... but now with different meanings.

after a while, you heard caleb's bedroom door open before closing as you could hear his heavy footstep descending down the stairs. you suddenly remembered that today was the night of the frat party, so he was leaving to attend.

you fished out your phone from your purse, ringing your friend's facetime as you patiently waited for her to pick up.

"hey girl, why the sad face?" your friend on the other line asked, face washed with concern, noticing your tear-streaked face and puffy eyes.

"caleb." was the only thing you could mutter out before your lips quivered, eyes welling with tears again.

"oh sweetie, him again? ya gotta be stronger than that, y/n. we can't let these stupid boys dictate our lives, y'know? did you hear about the big senior frat going on tonight?" she asked, making you sigh.

"yeah, caleb just left a few minutes ago to attend. i was invited too, but caleb strictly told me no." you frowned as you recalled the memory. your friend scoffed, rolling her eyes as she heard your words.

"girl, fuck that asshole. you're a grown ass woman, you can go to a damn frat if you wanna. tell you what, the party's just beginning and the night is still young. how about i pick you up and we both go?" she suggested, a playful grin dancing on her lips.

your eyes widened, the thought of rebelling against caleb's words struck a little nerve in you, but you couldn't ignore the rush of adrenaline weirdly surging in you.

this would be your first time going against his words.

this was the proof of your change that you didn't need him to make all the decisions for you.

he didn't know you better than yourself.

fuck caleb, you can handle a damn frat party!

"okay, give me an hour." you smiled, making your friend giggle as she nodded in agreement and you both hung up a few seconds later.

that being said, you hopped in the shower to wash off all of today's sweat and gunk from working hard; leaving the bathroom smelling sweet and peachy.

you dug into your closet, reaching for your usual style of clothes; a skirt and a simple blouse. but, your hand stopped midway from pulling them out.

you remembered how people called you a ditzy bimbo, making fun of your skirts and cute blouses. they poked fun at you for wearing bows in your hair.

and caleb thinks that you're not the type that's meant to attend these frat parties.

a wave of anger washed over you, angrily jumbling that skirt and blouse back into your closet.

instead, you decided to take a more... risque option.

you pulled out a pair of low-rise deniem shorts that were definitely too short, keeping them unbuttoned as the black lace of your panties peaked out. for your top, you opted for a cropped cheetah print backless halter top that had a deep v-neck; the matching tag necklace you and caleb had hung right above your sternum.

you skipped your usual soft makeup, opting for a more simple yet alluring look; accentuating your features. without a second thought, you threw the bow on your dresser behind your back as it landed on your bed, you didn't need it tonight. you sprayed on some perfume and then slipped on a pair of black heels.

shortly after some last minute finishing touches, your friend came to pick you up.

"is this... the same y/n i talked to an hour ago. sweetie, you look sexy." she gawked at you, watching you giggle as you hopped into the passanger seat next to her.

"frat approved?" you asked cheekily, making your friend smirk.

"without a doubt."

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you pushed the unlocked front door open, immediately being welcomed with the deafening volume of music blaring into your ears. it was dark, flashes of neon lights were making your eyes trip as you walked inside. the foul scent of alcohol hit your nose, making your stomach churn as you could vividly remember begging caleb to change your route home when you both walked home from high school; just to avoid passing by the bar.

you lost sight of your friend, now being pushed amongst the crowd of drunk college graduates dancing and slurring the song lyrics. you swallowed harshly, trying to find a pocket to escape the dance floor; only to have your arm be pulled back.

your eyes widened as a gasp left your lips, turning around to see that it was one of caleb's friends; the guy who offered you his number.

"i see you didn't listen to your big bro caleb, huh? oooo~, he's gonna be mad when he finds out his sweet, innocent little girl is here, darling." obviously drunk, the guy snickered. you grimaced, shoving his hand away as you backed up, trying to create some distance.

"you think caleb's words are set in stone? i don't give two fucks about him, i'm my own person." you glared at the guy, words spitting out venom.

the guy's eyes glinted with amusement.

"oh? so the kitten finally found her voice. let me treat you to a drink to congratulate you." he smirked, pushing the red cup containing god knows what, towards you.

"i'm not drinkin' that shit, you could've spiked it." you scoffed, crossing your arms.

"guess you're not that brainless after all, darling. see ya around." the guy chuckled, shrugging before taking a sip of the drink instead, walking away.

you grumbled under your breath, already feeling like you stuck out like a sore thumb. you made your way to the table where all the liquor was spread out, deciding to make yourself one instead. you weren't dumb enough to accept a drink from just anyone.

after successfully (kinda) making a cup of some sort of concoction, your brought the rim of the red cup up to your glossy lips; the smell of the mixed liquor contents already making you wanna gag.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes before taking a few big gulps of your drink. your throat burned, stomach threatening to retch as you could feel bile rush up your esophagus. your eyes screwed shut, trying to keep everything inside as you breathed heavily.

"eugh..." your body shivered.

you tried to take a few more sips, but you could see your body clearly rejecting it. so, you called quits, deciding to throw it away.

you walked towards the kitchen, sighing in defeat, concluding that maybe you really weren't meant for a life like this.

caleb was right.

your eyes were trained to the floor, not realizing who was in front of you as you bumped into someone's hard, muscular back.

"ow... sorry." you quickly apologized, but your eyes would soon widen in horror as your jaw dropped when the person turned around.

"the hell are you doin' here, y/n?" violet eyes pierced into you, caleb's taller frame towering over you as his voice was gravely.

"fuck.." you gulped, hand unknowingly squeezing at the plastic cup in your hand, making it creak.

his eyes dropped to your hands, eyebrows pinching in both irritation and concern. caleb snatched the cup out of your grasp, bringing it to his nose to take a few sniffs.

"are you fucking serious right now? who gave this to you? how much did you drink?" caleb bombarded you with questions, seething with anger, making your heart pound in your chest.

"none of your business, now give it back!" you used whatever remaining bits of courage you had in yourself to retort back to his interrogation; hands reaching for your cup, only to have him dodge your advances.

"god, are you that dumb, y/n? you never drank in your life and i'm asking you about what the hell you just put in your body! and the hell are you wearing?! i can see your fuckin' panties!" caleb's eyes darkened, speaking through gritted teeth as he stepped closer; amethyst eyes roamed all over your figure, making your knees turn into jelly.

"so? it's not like i'm walking around naked. also, i made that drink, so it's not spiked or somethin'." you huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"yeah, no. we're going home." caleb scoffed, throwing your cup in the garbage before grabbing your wrist, about to drag you out of the kitchen; but you planted your heels firmly on the ground, tugging your hand back.

"no. if you wanna go home, then go by yourself. i came with my friend and i'm not leaving her, besides, the party just started." you shot him a sharp glare, your voice holding a slight tremble but you remained firm. caleb's face fell, looking at you with disbelief and exasperation.

"fuck your friend, we're going home. NOW." he sternly dismissed your words, bending down before wrapping his arm around your waist; swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"caleb, put me down! you can't do this!" you kick your feet in the air, but he remains unfazed, walking through the sea of people and towards the door.

"oh yeah i can, watch me. you're in a shit ton of trouble, pipsqueak. just wait till we get home."

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the ride home was silent and as soon as caleb's car stopped in front of your house, you angrily got out and unlocked the door; not wanting to spend a second more with him as he parked.

you kicked off your heels and ran upstairs to your room, slamming the door shut as you sat on your bed. not shortly after, caleb barged into your room, furious.

"the hell were you thinking?! you like pissing me off? i told you to stay home, didn't i?!" caleb yelled at you, making your blood boil.

"who the fuck do you think you are? we're not even actual family, stop trying act like you're my brother or somethin'! you don't get to tell me what to do!" you yelled back, grabbing your pillow before throwing it at him, trying to relieve your pent-up anger somehow.

however, caleb swiftly dodged your attack, walking closer to the edge of your bed where you were seated.

"repeat that, i dare you, fuckin' brat. who am i? i'm the one who's been dealing with your shit for all these years, giving you everything that you could possibly want; loving and caring for you. while you... while you drive me to the brink of insanity." his voice trembles, a shaky exhale leaving his throat as he reaches out to grab your chin; lifting your head up to force your eyes to meet his.

his gaze hardened when he saw the resentment in your eyes, but he knew that deep down you were trying to conceal yourself, to appear strong against him. caleb knew you like the back of his hand, you were throwing one of your tantrums again.

but, that's okay. if you wanted to be a brat, he has no other choice but to tame you.

caleb gently pushed your head backwards, making you fall back onto the bed. his larger frame hovered above your body, caging you between his arms as his necklace dangled above you. from this angle, you couldn't help but feel so... small and weak.

just like helpless prey.

you should be pushing him off, slapping him and cursing his entire existence. but, fuck... why did the familiar heat in your stomach begin to settle as your eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of his beefy bare biceps pining you below him. caleb's scent was surrounding you, the mix of apple cinnamon and cologne intoxicated your senses; making you wonder if it intensified because of the pheremones in the air.

whatever the fuck it was, you felt insanely horny.

"i was never like a brother to you, y/n. can't you see how badly i want you? how desperately my body craves for yours? are you that dense? i fuck my fist every night to the thought of you, how the fuck can i see you as family?" he speaks in a husky voice, body pressing down as you could feel the hard tent between his legs rub against the soft skin of your thighs.

"c-caleb.." you meekly call out to him, making him snap a look at you.

"what." he spat out, making the words die on your tongue as you zipped your lips.

caleb scoffed, leaning his head down to the crook of your neck, pressing soft kissing upwards to your jaw. you shuddered at the sudden feeling of his lips on your skin, making your breath hitch.

"since when did you wear shit like this, hm? you like flaunting this pretty ass of yours? showing off these cute tits?" caleb's voice was dire, his hand creeping under your shirt, caressing your sides.

"n-no.." you reply, feeling the bridge of his nose nuzzle in the crook of your neck; pressing open mouth kisses on your skin as you squirmed below him.

"then why'd you wear it? y'know i hate it when other guys look at you, when they go for what's mine." he sneered, tone possessive as he pulled away, looking at you with sharp eyes.

"wanted your attention... i-i wanted you to notice me." you stammered, hands reaching forwards to cup his face as you gazed into his violet eyes. he froze, admiring how beautiful you looked beneath him; it felt like he was dreaming.

"yeah? well, you got it." and without another word, he crashed his lips onto yours; pulling you into a searing kiss.

the kiss was needy, touch-starved and hungry. caleb moaned into your mouth, tongue licking at your bottom lip to beg for permission. a whimper flew out of your mouth as you felt his hips grind down between your legs, right on your clothed cunt as the friction of his hard cock felt so so good.

caleb took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, intertwining with your wet muscle as he suckled on it. he drank in your whimpers and moans, tasting every inch of your mouth. drool began to trickle down the corner of your mouth, the kiss being super messy as it was full of salive and teeth clashing. you never expected your first kiss to be this intense.

you used your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as you needed to feel him, smell him and just consume him whole.

it wasn't enough.

"please, caleb... i-i feel so h-hot. i need you now." you pleaded with a sultry voice and it took every single fiber of self-control within caleb's whole existence to just not blow his load in his pants.

"yeah? you need a lot of things from me, don't ya?" caleb snickers, pulling back as he now sat on your bed, shortly before tugging you towards him. now you were situated between his legs, back pressed against his warm chest.

"i-i'm sorry, caleb!" you breathed out an apology, but your futile attempt only amused him as he smirked.

"no, no, no. that's not gonna work on me tonight, pretty girl. you used up all your chances for forgiveness. and as for if you’ll get more… well that depends on how you behave." caleb whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the shell of your ear before giving it a playful bite.

"i'll behave, promise." you pouted, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked up at him with bambi eyes, long mascara lashes batting.

caleb looked down at you with a calculated gaze, searching your eyes for any sign of truthfulness. he hums, his fingers tracing over your skin, their path slow and steady. there's a hint of tension in his body as he speaks, his voice rough and quiet.

"after that little stunt you pulled on me, i have a hard time believing you, pips. i think i need to teach you how to be more... appreciative and obedient, no?" his long, thick fingers squished your soft cheeks together; firmly holding you in place before pressing a hard smooch on your pouted lips that were now swollen from the previous sucking and biting.

caleb's other hand wandered south, cupping one of your perky tits as he fondled the supple fat through your barely-covering top. you moaned into his mouth, feeling the pad of his thumb brush against your pebbled nipple.

you could feel his lips curl from how responsive and sensitive your body was from his simple actions. caleb decided to toy with you for just a bit more. taking the tip of his index finger, he circled the swollen bud, making you shudder as your eyebrows pinched together.

"hnghh... caleb.." you desperately moaned against his lips, feeling him pinch your nipple through your top; teeth sinking on your shoulder as your eyes screwed shut.

"wearing such skimpy clothes, havin' your panties showing and wearing no bra... you're bold; daring even, i'll give ya that." he spoke huskily, trailing kisses to the back of your shoulder, before guiding his lips to the expanse of your back.

a loud gasp left your lips as you felt the tip of his tongue drag up your spine. caleb continued to press open-mouth kisses afterwards, nibbling down on your shoulder blades.

his keen eyes fell on the small knot tied behind your neck, sneaky fingers coming up to pull the string as it unraveled. your eyes widened as you felt the top part of your blouse loosen, his hands grabbing it to pull it down, making your tits spill out.

"fuck... beautiful. so damn beautiful, god.." caleb groaned, whispering honeyed words in your ears as he kissed your temple. he ogled at the sight, wondering for years how your boobs looked cupped behind your bra.

he's been jerking off to the perverted thought ever since he learned how to masturbate.

his large palms wasted no time in pawing and groping at the swell of your tits, feeling the warm fatty mounds of flesh beneath his callouses. you squeezed your thighs shut, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt his index finger and thumb toy with your hardened nipples, tugging at them.

caleb craned his head forwards, hand full of tit before latching his lips on one of your nipples. a whiny mewl left your mouth, feeling his tongue circling the sensitive bud before the tip of his wet muscle flicked at it.

"ahh, caleb! feels so g-good, hmm.." you breathed out, your hand going behind his head to scratch at the bottom of his scalp.

you nuzzled your face in his neck, pressing gentle kisses at his skin and trailed them up to behind his ears; and he could hear your soft uneven breathing as he continued to suckle and bite at your tits. his chocolatey brown lock tickled your nose as he continued his ministrations.

with a lewd 'pop', he released your nipple as a string of saliva connected his lips to your bud.

"lift your hips for me, princess." caleb commanded, your brain no longer located in your head but now in your pussy as you obeyed. with a swift motion, he grabbed the waistband of your deniem shorts and pulled them off; throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he leans down and kisses the side of your neck, his teeth scraping over your skin, a small possessive noise escaping him. his fingers find the sensitive skin of your hip, his touch firm, but gentle as he cups your hip, thumb tracing over the bone there.

his hand caressed your plush thighs, making your heart beat faster as his fingers inched higher to your achy cunt. caleb noticed how you pressed your legs just a bit tighter, a murky chuckle echoed in your ear.

"ah, so the problem is here." caleb pried your legs open with ease, a hand reaching down in between to cup your needy cunt. you leaned back into him, whining as you felt him trace your slit with a lithe finger.

"stop teasin' me, caleb." you glared at him, but that only sparked a flash of amusement and irritation within him.

"think i'm gonna give you whatever you want, brat? quiet, i need to make sure my sweet girl hasn't been interested in other men except for me." his voice dropped an octave lower, now tracing the laces on your black panties before digging his hands inside.

your jaw dropped as a soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his middle and index finger spread your slick covered folds open.

"you're dripping, baby. all for me?" he asked with a teasing voice, making you nod.

"only for you." you replied, making him smile in satisfaction.

"good, you passed the first part." caleb ran his finger between your sopping lips, the tip of his finger catching your swollen clit each time. you sighed in bliss as you felt him rub your sensitive bundle of nerves as he stroked your clit at a leisurely pace.

"f-fuck, oh caleb!" you cried out his name, your hand dragging up and down his meaty bicep.

"what a cute little pussy ya got, pips. she's gotten ten times more wetter after i played with her for a bit." he whispered dirtily, but his words made you clench on nothing as it sent heat straight down south.

"you touch yourself?" caleb asked, his fingers continuing to rub your pussy while his other hand busied itself with massaging your tits.

you shamelessly nodded, but your response left him frowning as you felt a sharp impact on your wet cunt.

"c'mon, you're a big girl, no? use your words, y/n." he snarks, pinching your clit.

"y-yes!" you cried out in pleasure.

"good girl, wanna hear your voice, 'kay? who do you touch yourself to?" he continued to interrogate you, making your cheeks heat up as you felt like a mouse being caught by the big, scary cat.

"you.." you whispered.

"louder." he strictly barked, slapping your pussy again as you yelped from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"you! you, caleb!" you groaned, feeling his finger drag between your dripping folds in a painfully slow pace.

"oh? tell me more." caleb pressed on, making you huff in annoyance as you knew that this was his way of punishing you. to embarrass you after you ignored him for the whole week.

oh, he was gonna make you talk to him now.

"no, it's too embarrassing." you shook your head, making him scoff.

"you don't wanna talk? fine, i guess i'll just leave." he suddenly threatened, hands attempting to pull away from your pussy, but you were quick to grab his wrist and clamp your thighs shut; locking his hand in place.

"no! fine, fine, i'll tell you! ughhh.." you grumbled, bracing yourself to let go every bit of dignity you had inside you.

"mhm, go on. i'm listening." caleb smiled at your compliance, fingers resuming their work on rubbing circles on your clit to stimulate the bud.

"after you came back from the gym and took a shower, i-i went to your room to ask you for some help on my homework. your bathroom door was open and i saw your soaking wet body, a small towel wrapped around your waist. your back is so broad and muscular, i wouldn't help but wonder how it'd look with my nail marks." you admitted, making his eyes widen.

"you peeked in on me and touched yourself? what a naughty girl." he smirked, voice harboring a faux accusatory tone, when in reality his cock just throbbed at your confession.

you were just as perverted as him.

"h-hahh.. sorry, i d-didn't mean to!" you apologized innocently.

"lying to me won't help you, pips. ever had a finger in here?" his finger pressed against your hole, making your breath catch in your throat.

"yeah." you weakly answered, hearing him hum as he prodded at the tight opening, making you wince.

"yeah? she's so tight." caleb muttered, plunging in a thick digit as a choked moan ripped out of your throat from the sudden stretch. he grunted, feeling your wet, velvety walls clamp down on his finger.

you've fingered yourself a few times, but your fingers were so small and slim compared to caleb's long and thick ones. he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of your hole to loosen you up, your eyes rolled back from the pleasure he was providing you with.

"ahhh~! need more, caleb." you heaved a sigh, face flushed as your lips were now glossy with spit from how much you licked them.

"eager are we?" caleb teased with a wicked grin, complying as he pushed in a second finger, making you gasp as your thighs instinctively closed.

"tch, don't be a brat." he growled, an almost bruising grip on your thighs as he peeled them back open.

in spite, he sped up the movement of his fingers that were now fucking into you. the thick digits scissored inside your hole at an unforgiving pace, grazing your cervix as you'd never even dream of your fingers caressing that sweet spot.

your juices gushed down your inner thighs, coating his fingers with a sheen layer as your folds were now sticky. his fingers continued to rub your walls deliciously, moans and whimpers flying out of your mouth mixed with whiny calls of his name; sounding like music to his ears.

suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, the tip of his middle finger drawing languid, purposeful circles on your twitching clit. your nose flared in frustration, pouting as you glared at him.

"caleb!" your voice was between a moan and a bellowed cry.

"good girls get what they want. c'mon, pips, ask nicely and maybe... just maybe i'll give you what you want." he egged further, making your pupils blow wide open.

he wanted you to beg?

"n-no! i'm not beggin' you." you argued stubbornly.

"is that so? then have fun finishing yourself off." he lightly pushed you off, making you groan in annoyance.

"okay, okay! sorry, please—god, please caleb. make me cum, please?" you begged, giving him the most nastiest and fuckable looking puppy eyes you could muster.

and it worked like a damn charm.

"see? that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he pressed a chaste kiss on your head before delving his fingers back into your achy cunt. you felt him sink his fingers deeper into you, making your mouth gape open as you used your hand to pull his face towards you—sloppily kissing him.

he's everywhere, his touch all-consuming, his body pressed against yours, his desire for you an almost tangible thing.

he swallowed your moans as you began to rock your hips forwards, fucking yourself on his hand; finger-fucking your dripping hole relentlessly. the obscene sounds your wet cunt produced was pornographic, the squelching noises of his slick covered fingers plunging in and out of your hole was nasty and hot.

caleb feels your walls pulsate around him, clenching as your thighs begin to quiver to indicate your incoming orgasm. your pussy drooling on his fingers made him eager to slip them out just to lick for a quick taste, but he wasn't that mean to ruin your orgasm for a second time.

the familiar warm, burning sensation now welcomed your lower stomach. you wriggled in his hold, feet digging into the sheets as your hand came down to grab at his wrist.

"w-wait! slow down, it's too much!" you breathed out, feeling like you were at the edge.

caleb rolled his eyes, not paying mind to your pleas as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. his free hand came down to press against your lower stomach, making your eyes widen as the pressure increased while his fingers plunged deeper in and out of your leaking hole, prodding at your cervix with each deep push.

"can't be too fast but can't be too slow. need to be rough but also need to be gentle. tch, you are sooo hard to please, princess." caleb draws out his words, thrusting his fingers inside your sloppy hole as your cunt sucked them in greedily.

"nghhh~ c-caleb i feel weird.. s-stop!" your words were empty, feeling your cunt gush all over his hand. a small stream of warm, clear liquid squirted out of your hole, making your eyes widen as you watched caleb press your lower stomach a little harder.

"that's it, pretty girl. give it to me." he talked you through your release, hand now drenched in your cum and juices. you tried to catch your breath, feeling like you just ran a marathon.

caleb slipped his fingers out of your ruined pussy, bringing them to his lips before his tongue lapped at his cum-covered digits. he hummed in satisfaction, enjoying your taste.

"so sweet." he praised, making you shudder.

you lifted yourself off of him, turning your body to face him with a scowl as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"you're such a jerk! you didn't let me cum the first time." you complained, making him cock an eyebrow.

"is that how you say thank you after i made you cum so hard? what an ungrateful mouth ya got, pips." caleb's eyes darkened, now settling to sit on his knees.

you gulped harshly, watching the slow yet calculated movements of his fingers working through his belt before unzipping his jeans; pulling the waistband of his pants and boxers down. his cock sprang to life, hitting against his clothed abs as your eyes widened at the sheer size and girth of his dick.

caleb was fucking hung, to say the least.

the dark pinkish mushroom tip of his hard cock angrily wept with beads of precum. he was long and thick, at least a good eight inches as his heavy cum-filled balls were settled on his waistband. a singular pulsating vein ran up the underside of his cock, a small peek of the dark happy trail leading to his huge cock graced your eyes.

"let's put that bratty mouth of yours to some good use, yeah?" caleb's hand reached out, thumb grazing your lower lip before pushing it a bit further, probing into your mouth. your tongue poked out as he pressed down on it, making you playfully bite down.

his body is trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. caleb's hands are everywhere, touching, grasping, holding you. he's desperate, every kiss, every touch filled with a raw, primal need.

caleb pulls you closer, his body hot against yours, his muscles coiled and tense. he's lost, drowning in you, his mind filled with nothing but the need to touch you, to be closer to you, to claim you as his own. he kisses down your neck, his mouth finding your collarbone, his teeth leaving marks, his hands leaving bruises.

you felt his bare cock rub against the smooth skin of your thighs, the tip smearing a trail of warm precum. you reached down to wrap your hand around his massive girth, making a ragged moan rip out of his throat, muffling the sound by biting down on your neck; leaving a purplish bruising mark to claim you as his.

"you're so big, caleb." you whispered, thumbing at his tip as you ran your finger along his wet slit.

caleb swallowed harshly, grunting as he felt you stroking his cock; noting how your small hands could barely hold him. it only made him wonder...

how much could your mouth take?

he kisses over the tender flesh of your boobs, his teeth grazing over your skin, his touch growing rougher, more demanding with each movement. he's desperate, craving you, his hand gripping your hip, his fingers.

he pulls away for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he looks down at you. his hand tenderly comes up to cup your face, tilting your head up to make you meet his eyes.

"you gonna be a good girl for me, princess?" he asks, thumb grazing over the apple of your cheek. you nodded, kissing the inside of his palm.

"mhm, promise." you gave him a girly smile, making his heart and cock jump at the same time.

you leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss on his tip, making caleb's jaw hang open from the contact. you gave small kitten-licks, tasting the slightly salty taste of his precum.

you grabbed a hold of his thick shaft before opening your mouth as wide as you could; feeding yourself his cock inch by inch until you felt the tip hit your uvula. the sudden warmth and wetness of your mouth welcoming caleb's hard dick made his muscles tense, hands unknowingly finding purchase in your hair as he pushed you towards his pelvis.

you gagged at the sudden movement, making caleb moan from the sudden tightness in your throat. you began to bob you head at a steady pace, sucking his cock with vigor as you pushed yourself to take as much of his massive length. whatever was left behind was tended by your hands.

you hollowed your cheeks, tongue circled around his tip before suckling on it like a lollipop, as caleb's head was thrown back from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

"fuuuuuckkk, just like that. good girl—h-hahhhh... such a good fuckin' girl." a ragged breath leaves his mouth, feeling the tip of your tongue trace the rigid line of the vein that ran up the side of his cock before swirling it around the sensitive head of his dick.

his hips buck slightly into your touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. caleb look down at you with lust-filled eyes, his gaze hazy and unfocused.

"where'd you learn how to do all of this, huh?" caleb groans, voice strained and tight with pleasure. he throws his head back with a low moan, eyes fluttering shut as the sensations overwhelm him. caleb's cock throbs and pulses in your warm mouth, growing even harder as you shove his cock deeper in your throat.

the feeling of your lips stretching around his girth while your tongue worked along the underside of his shaft felt like pure ecstasy. caleb grips your hair tighter, guiding your head as you bob up and down faster.

caleb begins to rock his hips slightly to meet your movements. he can feel the pleasure building rapidly, heart pounding in his ribs and breath growing ragged.

"fuck, fuck, fuuuckkkk.... gonna cum. shit, gonna cum so much down your throat, princess." caleb cries out, dick twitching in your throat as he bucks his hips into your mouth desperately to chase his high. the erotic sight of your hair framing your face while swallowing his massive hard cock sent pleasure waves all throughout his veins, adrenaline pumping as his balls ached for release.

suddenly you pull your mouth away, leaving his throbbing, aching cock exposed and pulsing in the cool air. a choked moan rips out of his throat, frustration warring with the lingering pleasure. caleb frowns slightly, brows knitting together.

before he could even put in a word of retaliation, you harshly tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a nasty-cum coated open-mouthed kiss. caleb grunts from the sudden action that caught him off-guard, still recovering from the shocks of his denied orgasm.

the sounds of his moans and groans are muffled by your invading tongue. you kiss him with a fervor that steals his breath away, lips sloppy and wet against his. caleb can taste the lingering essence of his own precum on your tongue.

your tongue pushes deeper, stroking along his, sliding against the roof of his mouth. caleb can feel his cock throbbing almost painfully against your thigh, leaking and twitching with each roll and swirl of your sly tongue.

he grabs a hold of your jaw, forcing the two of your to part as he tries to catch his breath. clearly you were trying to distract him from what you did a few minutes ago, but he wasn't about to let that shit slide.

"you think you're funny, huh?" caleb pants harshly, reaching down to grip his spit-slicked cock, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes as he gazes at you with a mix of longing and bewilderment.

"you're gonna pay for that, brat." he glares darkly, shoving your head down towards his pelvis; rubbing the swollen, leaking head of his cock against your soft, plump lips, smearing them with his precum. you gasp at the sudden maneuvering, planting your hands on his thighs to ground yourself.

"open your fucking mouth." caleb commanded with a thick tone, and as soon as he felt your lips part, he thrusted his hips upward, driving his thick cock past your lips and deep into your warm, tight throat. he held your head in place, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. caleb groaned at the sudden sensation of your throat clenching around his sensitive flesh.

caleb fucked your face with deep, rough strokes. the wet, obscene sounds of you choking and gagging filled the room as he used your mouth, heavy balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust.

"gonna fuck your pretty little throat until you're nothing but a sloppy, drooling mess." he promises darkly, voice strained with pleasure and a hint of cruelty.

your throat constricts around his pistoning cock as caleb's thrusts become more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his rapidly approaching orgasm. the room fills with the wet, gagging sounds of your struggles followed by his guttural moans. drool and precum mix together, dripping down onto your heaving tits.

you weakly tap at his thighs, only for him to ignore your feeble attempts; too far gone and lost in his pleasure from the wet heat of your convulsing throat. he's determined to take what he needs and use you until he's satisfied.

"no tapping out, brat. you're gonna-hnghh... fuck, you're gonna take what i give. gonna blow my load and you're gonna swallow every last drop." caleb can barely form coherent thoughts, brain fogged by how good your mouth felt swallowing his aching cock.

with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls-deep in your mouth, swollen cock pulsing and throbbing. caleb throws his head back with a guttural, animalistic groan as he starts to cum; hot, thick and sticky webs erupting directly down your throat to paint it white.

caleb holds your head in place, forcing you to take every last drop as he fills your stomach with his seed. he can feel you swallowing desperately around his pulsing dick, trying to gulp down his load.

caleb releases his grip on your hair and pulls you off of his now softening cock. you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering, thick ropes of his cum and drool dripping from your fucked-out mouth.

"you don't like it when i play nice, huh." caleb taunts, reaching out to catch a stray drop of cum and drool on your cheek with his finger.

"y-you! i hate you!" you glared at him, face now flushed with embarrassment as your plan of getting payback completely flopped.

"don't glare at me like that. i just cummed down your pretty little throat, what do you say?" he asks, making you pout as you look to the side.

"don't ignore me." he scowls, squishing your cheeks to make you face him and you groaned.

"t-thank you, caleb!" your words were muffled, but he heard you. caleb scoffed, letting go of you before swiftly taking off his shirt. he pushed you down into the mattress, parting your thighs to slot himself between them. violet eyes gleamed with a newfound hunger as he drank in the sight of your glorious dishevelment.

"i should lock you up... put a bell around your neck to know where you're headed when you wanna act against my words." caleb snarls, making you gulp as you felt slightly intimidated by the shift in the atmosphere.

however, your eyes were now trained on his well-sculpted muscular body. there was a thin sheen layer of sweat glistening on his chest from the shocks of his intense orgasm.

he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his erection along your panty-covered slit. the damp patch on your underwear grows, the fabric clinging to your swollen folds. caleb can feel the heat radiating off your core, drawing him in as his slick covered cock smears a mix of his cum and spit on your panties.

"oh, caleb!" you squealed at how deliciously the hard ridge of his cock slid along your slit, grazing over your puffy clit. your panties were now soaked with a mix of your juices, his cum and spit all combined; making it easy for him to glide his dick over your clothed pussy.

"tell me, why do you insist on running away from me, huh? don't you know you're mine? that i'll always find you?" caleb murmurs, his voice low and possessive. 

he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanks them to the side, baring your dripping slit to his hungry gaze. caleb notches his bulbous cock head at your entrance, the swollen tip nudging against your slick folds. he doesn't push inside, not yet.

caleb's cock throbs against your bare folds, the thick shaft sliding along your sticky slit. the bulbous head nudging against your sensitive clit with each roll of his hips. he watches with dark satisfaction as your twitching little bud peeks out from beneath its hood, swollen and glistening with your juices.

"look at this greedy cunt, so hungry for my cock," caleb rasps, his voice heavy with lust. he circles his hips, grinding his hard dick against your aching clit. the motion sends sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, making your back arch off the mattress.

he feels your slick arousal coating his shaft, your juices dripping down to his heavy balls. the sensation only spurs him on, urges him to rut against her harder, faster.

he wants to fucking ruin you.

caleb leans down and captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and claiming it as his own. he swallows every whimper, every mewl of pleasure that escapes your lips. his cock jumps against your folds, the thick length pulsing with a mind of its own.

"gonna make this pussy sloppy with my cum. fuck, you need my cock so bad, don't you?" he breathes out, words failing to process in your head as you just nodded.

"yes, yes, yes! oh please, caleb... f-feel so so good. nghhh~ love your cock..!" you cried out, seeing stars as you can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as it drags between your wet folds; the tip of his weeping slit kissing your clit each time he snaps his hips forward.

your fingers claw at caleb's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you cling to him. the heat building inside you coils tighter and tighter, inner walls starting to flutter on nothing as you could feel your incoming orgasm.

it takes everything in him to not slam his cock in you and fuck you to an oblivion.

"s-shit, gonna cum." caleb lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulses and jerks against your folds, the tip flaring angrily and leaking a thick spurt of cum. the hot, sticky liquid coats your folds, as caleb continued to grind his hips against yours; the lewd shlick shlick sounds of your wet cunt rubbing against his cum-coated cock nearly made you cum again undone.

"you're having too much fun." you cleared your throat, looking at him with a serious look.

"am i, now?" he innocently responds, making your irritation grow. using whatever bits of strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to sit before shoving him to the side; making him fall onto the bed.

he let you, of course.

hunger-filled amethyst eyes trailed your every move like a predator, licking his lips to revive some moisture.

"you never shut up, do you? always fuckin' nagging at me like i'm some dumb little kid. like you know everything! i'm sick of your shit, i can't stand you!" you yelled through gritted teeth, making him cock an eyebrow at your sudden change in attitude.

"yeah? can't stand me? then fucking sit, princess." caleb snarls back with equal bite.

your eyes darken, a twisted smirk ghosting on your lips.

"you know what, i will." you barked out a small chuckle, grabbing a hold of the waistband of your panties to shove them down; completely discarding them to the side.

you draped your leg over to the other side of his head, your dripping pussy hovering right above his face. caleb's eyes were trained on your cunt, engraving how your folds glistened with slick, puffy little clit cutely peeking out of your lips.

"no more talking. be a good boy and eat." you sternly directly, before putting your weight on him, mashing your dripping slit against his eager mouth.

caleb grips your hips hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass.

"i could eat this pretty pussy all fucking day." caleb groans against your folds, his voice muffled but dripping with desire. he leans in and takes a long, slow lick up your slit, his tongue delving between your swollen pussy lips to lap at your juices.

"aahhh, yes... oh caleb, mhmmm..." you drawled out, eyes rolling back at you grinding your needy cunt against his tongue.

caleb's tongue swirls around your sensitive clit, flicking and circling the swollen bud as he sucks it between his lips. he presses open-mouthed wet smooches; the smacking and slurping sounds rang loud and clear in your head.

"thaaatsss what i wanna hear. fuck, so good." you giggle, drunk in pleasure as your head was thrown back in ecstasy. your fingers tighten in his hair, manicured nails peeking through his dark brown locks.

caleb's eyes were closed, relishing in your taste and the feel of your soft, wet pussy that was now making out with his tongue. it was perfect, everything he could possibly dream of when he used to desperately suck on the gausset of your soiled stolen panties.

you tasted so sweet, he's becoming addicted.

"so tired of hearing you. always so fuckin' mean to me... so b-bossy—hnghhh... always a fuckin' bitch when you don't get your damn way." you spoke through broken sentences, biting down on your lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood as soft whimpers were drawn from your throat.

as you grind your hips against caleb's face, his nose nudges against your clit with each desperate roll. the little bud, swollen and throbbing from his relentless assault, catches on the bridge of his nose with each downward thrust. 

he takes advantage of the sensation, tilting his chin to rub his nose against her clit. his tongue darted out to tease your aching hole, jaw gaped open as you feel him plunge his tongue inside. he drives his muscle in and out, lips sealed around your entrance to catch every drop of your sweet juices. the lewd sound of wet, sloppy sucking fills the room as he eats you out with vigor.

his tongue pokes and curls inside your wet walls, making wanton moans escape your lips as you tugged on his hair. your eyes screwed shut, short, sharp gasps itched your throat.

"yes, yes, yes! h-hahhh, so good. fuck, gonna cum!" you cried out, pressing your leaking cunt down on his face, smoothering him completely. caleb was completely pussy drunk, his brain short-circuited. you body tensed, thighs trembling as you could feel your lower stomach tighten; reaching your high.

"caleb!" you moaned out his name in the most pornographic tone ever, body jerking from the after shock as your pussy gushed all over his face; coating his chin and lips with your cum. he lapped at your wet, overstimulated cunt to clean you up, not wanting to waste a single drop.

you hastily grabbed at the headboard, trying to escape but his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips to yank you back down, locking you in place as he sucked you dry.

"s-stop, it's too much." you breathed out, pushing his head away. with one final slow and long drag of his tongue between your sticky folds followed by a wet kiss on your clit; he finally pulls away, licking his lips.

you watch his face peek out from between your thighs, a lazy wet smirk dancing on his lips. violet eyes staring up at your flushed face, watching the small beads of sweat trickle down the side of your face. caleb presses soft kisses on your inner thighs, making goosebumps form all over your body; still recovering from the sensitivity your previous orgasm gave you.

"you've been holding all of that inside you for a while, huh? that nobody of a girl made your panties twist so hard that you've been acting so harsh with me. i'm hurt." caleb's words were soft spoken, tone lace with an undertone of sadness, lips grazing against the skin of your thighs.

"you're hurt? what about me? i watched you smile and laugh with her like she told you the world's funniest joke ever. you seen her these past few months more than you've been home. and... a-and-" you could feel the familiar lump form in your throat, eyes pricking with tears as you silently cursed at yourself for still being so weak.

caleb's gaze softened, heart clenching at the sight of seeing you hold back tears. nonetheless, he remained quiet, wanting to hear you out and speak to him after your unforgiving silent treatment.

deep down, he knew that neither of you wanted things to head down south. you wanted to fix things and so did he, and this was the only way.

the only chance the both of you will have to be so vulnerable to each other, so weak and soft.

"you cooked for her caleb. i thought... i thought that was something you only did for me. i feel special when you care for me, knowing that there's still someone left on this planet that'll put up with me. that... that i still have you to find home in." with that being said, all your walls came crashing down as warm tears ran down your cheek, bottom lip quivering. each droplet landed on his cheek, making his gut twist in guilt for hurting you so much unknowingly.

"pips... i never cooked for her with any intention. i showed her a picture of the omurice i made for you and she wanted the recipe. i just showed her the technique i used to fold the egg." caleb explained, lithe fingers softly caressing the softness of your hips, tracing the small faint lines of your stretch marks that he adored so much.

"r-really? so you don't hate me?" you sniffled, making him let out a small laugh.

"of course not, silly girl. where'd you get that from? you know i love you more than life itself, y/n. you're my whole world, everything in my life revolves around you, pips. without you... i'm nothing." he sincerely confessed, his voice raw with emotion as if every last word was ripped straight out of the depths of his heart that bled for you and only you.

he looked at you like you hung the stars for him, like your gentle arms cradled the moon in the night sky to shine light in his dark life; like you were the warmth of the sun that embraced him.

you moved down, now sitting on his stomach before leaning down; releasing your weight to lay on him.

"oh, my sweet girl." instinctively, caleb wrapped his arms around you. he pressed a tender kiss on the top of your hair, gently stroking your back to soothe you as you cried.

"i'm sorry, caleb." you choked out, making him shake his head.

"you have nothin' to be sorry for, baby. i'm sorry for not realizing how much i was hurting you." caleb apologized, making you tighten your embrace.

"why do you put up with me?" you genuinely asked.

was it pity?

emotional attachment?

"because i love you." he answered without any hesitation, making your heart flutter.

"you're stupid." you laugh, making him chuckle. you pulled away, face hovering above his as you looked down at his handsome face, his features already memorized and engraved within the deep crevices of your brain.

"you think i'm kidding? i'll prove it to you then." caleb wipes away the stray tear on your cheek before bringing his hand behind your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

it wasn't rough or messy like the previous ones. no, this one was different, felt different. his lips were molding with yours, just like how his soul molded with yours whenever you were in his arms; safe and sound. he felt warm, smelled like home and felt like heaven on earth.

with a firm arm wrapped around you, holding your body in place with his, he manhandled you; now having you under him as his broad stature hovered above you.

after giving him your whole heart essentially and having that sappy conversation, you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. with a swift motion, you rolled onto your stomach, hiding your face in the sheets. a warm smile was painted on his lips, finding your actions adorable.

"hiding that pretty face of yours from me? how selfish of you." he teased, his words held no malice. caleb moved your hair to the side, exposing more of your skin as he pressed soft kisses all over your back; trailing down your spine.

suddenly, his eyes fall on the inked words on your lower back.

kiss here 💋

his eyes widened, never noticing the tattoo because your panties probably hid it from him or something.

it must've been recent.

"when did you get this?" he questions, tracing the words with the tip of his finger.

"a month ago." you blurted out, words slightly muffled due to your face being buried in the mattress.

"and you didn't tell me? who did it? was it a guy?" caleb bombarded you with questions, voice sounding a little on edge.

"relax, it was one of my girl friends. she recently opened up her own tattoo shop and i offered to be her first client." you defended, but the situation didn't switch directions regardless.

"could've been an animal for all i care. only i can see you like this." he presses wet smooches on your tattoo repeatedly, making you sigh in bliss.

you could feel his hard cock rubbing against the swell of your ass, his hips rutting against you to gain some kind of friction. caleb grunted, licking and kissing your flesh.

"tell me you want it, y/n. please, i-i... i need to hear you say that you want me as bad as i want you." caleb begged, making your breath hitch as you felt his arm dig under your stomach, lifting your waist.

you turned your head a little, eyes locking with him.

"please caleb, i want you so bad. i need you, only you. please, fuck me." your voice was broken with desire, feeling yourself getting wet as you clenched your thighs tightly together.

as you lay face down on the bed, legs slightly spread hips tilted up, caleb kneels behind you, taking in the tantalizing view of your ass and the glistening, swollen folds of your pussy peeking out from between your thighs. he can see the way your body trembled with anticipation, heat radiating off your skin.

"gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. i'll take care of you." caleb leans down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your spine, his hands kneading the soft globes of your ass before kissing it.

he parts your thighs further with his knees as he positions himself behind you, hard, thick cock hovering over your entrance. he takes a moment to rub the leaking tip up and down your sticky slit, coating himself in your slick arousal as the head of his cock swipes at your clit a few times.

the fat, mushroom tip of his dick prods at your tight hole, making you gasp as you feel him push it in.

"breathe, baby. i got you, i promise." caleb softly whispered, his free hand rubbing up and down the sides of your thigh.

slowly, he begins to push in further, feeding your wet cunt more inches of his massive cock. a yelp escaped your lips from the pain of being stretched, the sensation foreign. your arms gave out, body now slumped on the bed as you shoved your face in the bed, muffling your painful winces as you gripped the sheets.

"i know, honey... i'm sorry, i promise it'll feel better." caleb groaned, feeling your walls fluttering around his cock. he takes his time, letting you adjust to his size.

he was barely halfway in, but you already felt so full of him, like you were one.

caleb's hand reached down to rub your clit, trying to provide some kind of pleasurable stimulation to distract you from the pain. after some time, he pushed his hips further in, making you take more of his cock until you were stretched to the brim, a small bulge forming in your lower stomach.

caleb pants, cock enclosed by your soft, wet, gummy walls. he suddenly pulled back until the tip of his cock threatened to slip out. confused, you raised your head to look back at him, only for the wind to be knocked out of your lungs as he snapped his hips forward with a sharp thrust, making your eyes blow wide open as a squeal ripped out of your throat.

"you're doing so well, y/n. taking me so beautifully, like you were made for this, made to be mine. i love you so fucking much, baby. i want this to be everything you've ever dreamed of." caleb moaned, fucking into you at a leisure pace, making you whimper as the pain subsided to a delicious pleasureable feeling.

he leans down, pressing a tender kiss on your nape, his flushed chest pressed against your back. caleb grinds his pelvis against your hips, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as you were filled to the brim.

"caleb! hnghhh... s-so full.." you mewled, your body hot and trembling as he continued to thrust in and out of your sloppy hole that was now leaking on his cock.

you shuddered, feeling his hips pistoning into you, dick driving into you deeper and deeper as your walls clamped down on it. the single vein on his cock rubbed your velvety walls, making your eyes roll back at you could feel his dick pulsate inside you.

caleb's eyes land on the pink bow discarded on the side of your bed, arm reaching out to grab the clip. he clips the bow onto your hair, before kissing the back of your head.

"beautiful, so damn beautiful." he praised, breathless.

his thrusts are still slow and deliberate but growing steadily harder, deeper, more purposeful. he takes his time, savoring each slide of his thick cock through your tight, virgin cunt, each clench and flutter of your walls around him, each breathless little sound that escapes your lips.

caleb's hand snakes around your hip, slipping down to the juncture of your thighs. he finds your swollen, aching clit and starts to circle it with the pad of his thumb, his touch maddeningly slow and teasing at first before growing more insistent, more demanding.

"f-fuck, you're perfect. been dreaming of this moment my whole life, baby. i love you, god, i love you so much! h-ahhh... please, please, please. oh sweet girl, tell me you love me. please? oh, i'll do anything for you. anything!" he desperately ruts against you, thrusts becoming more needy as he grunts in your ears.

caleb was was balls deep in you, each stroke was sharp but it hit all the right spots. his balls heavily slapped against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. he licks and bites down on your shoulder, intoxicated by your smell and taste.

your hand reaches behind him, fingers finding his dog-tag necklace as you tugged it; pulling his face closer. you turned your head to the side, lifting it before locking your lips with his. with the sloppiness of his thrusts, you chased the movements of his lips.

"i love you, caleb. fu-nghh~ i've always loved you, always! there's no man for me unless it's you. god, i love you so bad, my body craves you... only you." you moaned against his lips, eyes gazing into his violets with nothing but pure adoration.

caleb's heart pounds against his ribs, blood rushing to his cock as adrenaline pumps into his veins. his hips never faltered, a steady pace as he continues to bruise your cervix with each deep thrust.

"you're mine, only mine. i'm the only one who can see you like this, make you fall apart like this. god, you were made to be loved by me." and suddenly, his eyes prick with tears as the fat drops trickle down his cheek.

you could feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your toes curled in pleasure.

"fuck, fuck... oh, caleb! i'll study hard, so fuckin' hard. i'll become a nurse in the DAA, so that i can be with you all the time. everyone will know that your mine, only mine!" your eyes screwed shut, brain fogged with nothing but the feeling of being so cock drunk.

caleb's pupils dilated, the possessive undertone of your words, how you claimed him and wanted to be with him; it's all that it took for him to blow his load.

"cumming, fuck, gonna breed this sweet pussy." caleb groaned, arm circling around your hips to deeply nestle his cock in you; thick, sticky webs of cum painting your walls white. he continued to thrust his dick inside, feeling your walls twitch before gushing all over him, drenching his balls as a white ring of cum formed at the base of his shaft.

caleb rests his body on top of yours, careful to not crush you with his entire weight. the two of you are completely breathless, bodies covered in sweat.

he pulls out his now soft cock, watching your hole gape open from the loss of contact of being stretched with his massive girth. his cum spilled out of your messy cunt, trickling down and onto the bed.

caleb laid on the side, scooting closer to pull you against him. you wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging to his body heat as you nuzzled your face against his chest. he stroked your hair, brushing the baby hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead.

your eyelids fluttered open, a hazy look as you looked up at him. he gave you a soft smile, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose before pressing a long, tender kiss on your lips.

"tired." you mumbled, making him laugh.

"yeah? get some sleep, pips. i'll clean you up." he offers, making you giggle.

"wow, ten out of ten aftercare. no wonder why every girl wants you." you grin, but he could sense a small undertone of sadness in your voice.

"aftercare that they'll never get to experience because they're not you, y/n. this was my first time too, y'know." caleb shyly admitted as the tips of his ears turned red, making your eyes widen in suprise.

"seriously?" you asked, a bit baffled.

"yeah, it felt wrong to be with any other girl that wasn't you." he sheepishly smiled, making your heart skip a beat.

he saved himself for you all this time.

caleb grabbed the matching necklace that sat gracefully on your tits, brushing his thumb over the cold metal.

"i love you and only you. y/n, you're the woman of my dreams, the only one who can make my heart beat with purpose." caleb's tone was sincere, words pure with love.

your fingers wrapped around his chain, bringing the tag pendant closer to you.

"and you're the only one my heart is set to love, caleb." you smiled warmly, eyes lovingly gazing at him.

the two of you kissed each other's pendant, sealing the heartfelt confession.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

it was finally the day that caleb would graduate from university and the DAA program. you were excited to attend his graduation, your heart swelling with pride as you knew how hard he worked for all his achievements.

he passed his exams and necessary coursework, graduating with honors and securing a full-time job at the DAA. god, just how much more perfect could he get?

you entered the huge stadium, holding a bouquet of colorful lilies and orchids. you took a seat in the sea of parents that came to see their children walk on the stage, fixing your white sundress.

the ceremony began as the faculty members began to give their boring speeches. soon after, it was time to hand the degrees and certificates as each graduate began to walk across the stage.

your heart leaped into your throat as you watched caleb step up the stairs of the stage, his name being called and a loud scream of his name erupted from your throat as you cheered for him proudly.

"i love you baby!!" you yelled from the back, but your voice caught his ear as he turned to the audience, immediately finding your face. he shot you a charming smile, waving before walking off the stage.

you felt like a fan who's celebrity crush finally noticed them.

after the ceremony was over, all the students scrambled in different directions to congratulate friends and hug their family. you finally made it past the swarming crowd of parents, watching caleb walk towards your direction as he was deeply immersed in his conversation. however, from the corner of your eyes you could make out the familiar face of the one person you wished to not see.

it was the girl in his program, ___. you smirked to yourself, halting your steps as you let her approach him first. you watch caleb freeze, body tensing as an awkward smile replaced his previous expression.

poor baby.

saving him from the misery, you tightly grip onto the pretty bouquet of flowers in your arms, running towards him. the click-clack sounds of your heels echoed, and yeah, your toes did hurt.

but it didn't matter.

"caleb!!" you chirped with a bright smile, catching his attention as caleb's lips automatically curled into a grin.

he opened his arms as you jumped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as your legs locked around his waist. you giggled, pressing kisses all over his face; staining his flawless skin with red kiss marks.

"congrats, caleb. oh, you look soooo handsome in your uniform." you cooed, smooching his lips shamelessly as you smiled against his lips.

"yeah? you got a thing for guys in uniform now, pips?" caleb teased, making you smirk.

"only if it's you... but i think i'd prefer if your uniform was off." you playfully bite his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

"naughty girl." he whispered, making you giggle.

suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat. you turned your head and looked at ___ shift from one foot to the other, face tainted with embarrassment.

"uh, i think i'll go, my parents are probably looking for me. congrats again, caleb." she forced a tight smile, waving at you two before turning around to leave. your eyes fell on the small letter in her hands, now gripping it tight to crumple it as she walked away.

"confessing on graduation day? how lame. well, not like she had a chance anyways." you huffed, shrugging with indifference.

"you're real mean, pips. i like this side of you." caleb grinned, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"now can we go home? i still have to give your gift!" you pouted impatiently.

"oh really? or is that an excuse to trap me and strip me out of my uniform?" he poked at you with a sly expression, making you smirk. you gasp playfully.

"how did you know?" you winked, before the the both of you broke into a fit of laugh.

"okay, okay. let's go home, my sweet girl." with that being said, caleb walked out of the stadium with you still in his arms and his face full of your kiss marks.

and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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a/n: if you made it to the end, here's a fat smooch for you :3 hope you guys enjoyed this caleb piece, it took me a few weeks to work on it lol. idk why but it's something about this man that just makes something clench iykyk. sigh, wtf did infold lace into him when making him. anyways, let me know if you guys prefer longer smutfics or if you like them short! if you couldn't tell, i get carried away very easily lolol.

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: ...

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, and Grim: ...

Grim: Hoho, Sebek! Are you here to join us at our table?

Sebek: Hmph! No! I'm... waiting for Waka-sama and Lilia-sama to arrive.

MC: Eh? Really? *pulls out their phone*

MC: Hornton said that he and Lilia were going somewhere to sightsee, and they took Silver with them.

Sebek: Hornton... Human! Why are you still calling my liege by that nickname?!

MC: Because we're pals??

Grim: Yeah! What's wrong with calling him 'Hornton'? Myahaha! He's no longer scary now!

Sebek: What do you mean by that, Grim?! My liege is still as powerful and elegant as ever! That hasn’t changed, even with one of his horns damaged!

Ace: Geez, calm down, dude.

Deuce: And you should sit your ass down. Everyone's looking at us.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: Hmph. *takes a seat next to MC and Grim*

Epel: By the way, MC? Have you started writing your speech yet?

MC: ...

MC: What speech?

Epel: Eh?

Jack: You're going to give a speech about your adventures in the dream world. Didn't the headmage inform you?

MC: ...

MC: The written report wasn't enough?!

Crowley: Royal Sword Academy and Noble Bell College are eager to hear about it from you in person. Doesn't that make you happy?

MC: No, not really. Besides, I have more important thing to do.

Crowley: Is it about 'Mickey'?

MC: Yes.

Crowley: Hmm... How about this? If you complete this task, I will personally ask Principal Ambrose to help you research a way back.

MC: Do you actually expect me to believe that?

Crowley: Why not?

MC: You neglected your promise for more than six months, didn’t try to save me when the vines dragged me, and you forced us to take the exams without showing any form of consideration.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I am a busy person—

MC: During the winter holidays, you went on vacation while Grim and I were held hostage in Scarabia.

Crowley: ...

MC: Want me to keep going?

Crowley: ...No.

Malleus: You're back. *was playing with Grim*

Grim: Hench-human! Take the brush away from him! He's gonna make me bald!

Malleus: Doesn't it feel soothing to you?

Grim: No!

MC: What brings you here, Mal?

Malleus: I came here to assist you.

MC: Assist me...?

Malleus: Yes. Don't you remember? Before the incident, you told me that you had found a lead.

MC: Oh... Yes! *smiles*

Malleus: *smiles back* Grandmother sent some ancient texts and scrolls that might help speed up your research.

MC: Wow, she doesn't mind?

Malleus: Of course not. You've only met once, and she already considers you her friend.

Malleus: She's aware of your situation and sincerely wants to help.

MC: I see. Your grandmother is so kind.

MC: Thank heavens she isn't as grumpy as you.

Malleus: What's that? *while Grim is pushing his hand away*

MC: Nothing! You're going to translate those ancient texts, right?

Malleus: *chuckles* I don't know. Maybe you should beg?

MC: What— That's unfair!

[msfbgraves]

The point of subtitles is giving people who would not be able to understand spoken speech access to what is being said. This may be because the speech is in a language or dialect unfamiliar to the reader, or because the reader does not understand spoken speech at all.

Conclave, for instance, was mixing several languages, all of which were subtitled in Dutch, which made it possible to follow the proceedings without sacrificing authenticity. I sometimes didn't even notice the switch between Latin or Italian, as many of the cardinals might not have either. Why would I not be privy to the Latin because most people, or a character, wouldn't understand it? That's not how accessibility works. Takes away an opportunity for learning, too. After Squid Game, I know three words more Korean than I did before. I don't think I would have gotten very far if it would have been subtitled "Speaks Korean" throughout, because a character in the show might not be fluent in Korean and Korean is not a language most Dutchmen would be expected to know. If a character does not understand what is said, they *gasp* can pretend not to, even though the actor knows. The actor probably even knows how the story ends! Yet they can make us forget that. Truly marvellous how that works. So they could convey through their body language and actions they don't know what is being said. If they're really good, they can even convey they are pretending not to understand. That is their job. A translator's job is making the audience privy to what is being said. Different jobs, different requirements! I know, my mind is blown too.

Don't be ableist guys, it's never cool.

I'm not even like deaf or hoh but if you're adding subtitles to something I think you should always transcribe foreign languages too. None of that [Speaks Spanish] shit. You don't need to translate it to english. But you need to at least give the option for a deaf person to read it and understand it themselves. I don't care if it's not important to the plot. I don't care if it's just them saying like Okay or Damn or whatever the fuck. Write it down

[shuenkio]

Sweet Nightmare | 제이크 ⊰⁠⊹ฺ

メ Paring: Jake X M!reader

Synopsis: Waking up feeling horny in the middle of night, you have no one but your boyfriend to help with your "problem" silently.

Genre: Smut without plot. Cw: smau

Non proof read — Eng is not my 1st

メ This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

All you can see was, the dim led lights on the night shift beside your bed. Dizziness, nauseous consuming you whole in the middle of midnight. You couldn't help but to feel a hardened bulge threaten to break free underneath those low rise pajamas pants. A frustrated sign exhales, nothing seems to be real nor fake at the same time, you were awake in this state, probably just half awake.

Heat spark in your veins, needed something to give off the release or whatever makes this sudden intense desire go away. A solution pops up, as you drag your feet, on the cold floor to Jake's room, your boyfriend, who sleeps alone.

No second thought, you settle down beside his bulk back, and start to move your hip against his glutes.

"I gotta...make it quick...before he wakes up" voice in your thoughts spoke out, your length began to grow more and more to the max, till it was hard enough to feel the pain arching on your shaft. Sweating soaking you whole, you couldn't care less whether Jake, the one who is in charge, the one who is supposed to be your strong man, Top. However right now, this horny desire got the bed of you, grinding, and humping him dry between his cheeks.

You were panting, chest heaving, reaching for the climax. Your uncut dick, pull back and forth the foreskin, ecstatic against his rear end cloth, that could make you feel the intense pleasure enough to nut it out, In this chilly room, along with the air crisp against both skin, wrapped in a soft, quiet stillness—only broken by the faint, lingering moaning of you.

"shit... Shit... Is this how it feels to be... Bury— fuck am I fucking....him!!" You curse under your breath, softly, your brows knot in together with the eyes squint close while endure and enjoy the contact, carry on grinding at Jake like a dog in heat.

Without realizing, Jake was awake the whole time when you're open the door yet he kept pretending to see what your purpose was, that turned out you were being like this, horny in the middle of the night? Would Jake be surprised at this weird occasion? Nope, since you were once open up to him that someday you'd be doing this, having a weird kink they say? Somnophilia! out of control or waking up with a wood in your pants. But this is the first time that Jake encounters you, humping dry on him like this, and somehow he's enjoying it... Feeling both of you and his monster cock growing together with you, gosh the way he bites his lip and swallow those noisy whimpers in him. He can't turn around with that stupid red heat on his face like that, well not right now until he can't take it anymore.

"h--oly fuck... It's coming --"

On the other hand, you continue to keep on the pace until you find yourself feeling the orgasm flowing, in your nerves system. And that's when Jake decides to make a change.

He turned around, Jake’s lips curled into a lazy, knowing smirk—just a ghost of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, Like he’d been waiting for this.

The realization hit you like a cold shock, he’d been awake the whole time. Watching. Listening. Letting you think he was lost in sleep, all while that sharp, unreadable glint lingered in his half-lidded eyes.

"babe, why don't you say that you want to feel your man's body? Hm? Is that so hard to ask for— you puppy whore" Your boyfriend won't let a second go, as he yank your pants down, Enough to free your desperate dick. Before you can react, he leans his frame down and swallows your whole length in his mouth, taking you all the way down in his heat walls, as you experience the most ecstasy known to man kind.

It was something you didn't expect, while still processing how Jake was awake the whole time and now he was here, blowing your balls deep in his air supplies. You whimpers, the sound escaping in a strangled gasp, raw and desperate. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, a violent, unstoppable force that tore through every inch of his body. It was too much, more intense than you ever thought possible.

"You fucking like that hah feeling me sucking your dick?"

"mhmmm argh it too much— Jesus Christ"

Jake’s mouth speed was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. The pleasure he gave you was overwhelming, yet gentle, teasing your senses in ways that made it hard to breathe. His lips barely brushed away from your manhood, each kiss soft but filled with intent, drawing quiet gasps from you as you melted into him. He moved with such tenderness, but every motion sent waves of heat through your body, making you ache for more. You could feel the tension building in him too, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his own pleasure. It was tender, that left you craving nothing but the feeling of him close, so close, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

Shortly after— you burst out a load of syrupy thick cum inside of his mouth that causes over shock with a loud shrieking, making you black out on the spot as your dick still spurting, while Jake was eager to not let any drop leaking out of his mouth, needed to taste all of you.

"oh my heart— you were so weak to witness this. Now get some rest babe,—"

Little did you know, it was only you were the one who dozed off to sleep when Jake peeled his pants off, revealing his gigantic girth massive cock on, ready to take his turn.

"Goodnight my puppy—whore"

A/n: guy I think I like the word "whore" jkd. I'm getting a lil bold on this post I hope you don't mind (meh) 😜 my requests are done, actually Abt one of my anon ask for "3some" don't be mind at me since idk how to write one so :') lmk, any feedback are welcome I don't bite really...

[mewnewew]

When you kiss them in places they don't expect

Didja miss me? Hehe, yeah a lot of things happened emotionally and otherwise. Enjoy! And seriously. Give me more requests. I love those.

Crocodile

The man is private for goodness sake. Why would you kiss him in public unless it's warranted? Because you damn well love him too fucking much that's why. How can you not want to kiss him when he looks so beautiful to you? If you could you would compose poems, carve his face into marbles, paint him in likeness even when no one else will buy or care about them and because you couldn't care less. You love him after all. Even if he has his own rules of what to and not to do in public or in certain spaces, you'd happily follow them regardless. Anything as long as you could stay next to him after all. Anything in the four seas if it means staying in a relationship with him.

But, there are times where you bite your lip and have to stop from actually drowning the poor man in kisses. This is one of them, where he's walking with you and he's kneeling down letting a tiny puppy lick his fingers as he scratches it's belly. Seas, you shouldn't. You shouldn't. Don't focus on how cute he looks, don't focus on how adorable this is, don't-

"Aren't you a cute thing?" He coos and fuck it.

When he looks at you, you press a kiss to his lips. Out in public. Hands cupping his face. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow at you, a slight frown on his face. The crowd which was slowly forming is now filled with 'aww's and 'that's so cute!'

You huff, leaving his face. "Don't blame me here, you usually aren't like this." There's a grin on your face you can't seem to remove though.

He rolls his eyes, and then comes to his full height as the owner of the puppy -a young child- comes for it, picking it up and looks at him, thanking him for finding it. Giving a vague, single nod he whisks you two away in a cloud of sand, reforming at the doors of Rain Dinners.

"Brat. Think before doing that again." He ruffles your hair. You grin. Looks like he didn't mind so much, maybe you could do it again....

Corazon.

To be clear, you don't know much about the man more than he lets you know. You know him as 'Corazon, Younger brother of the Warlord Doflamingo' but tonight when you two met in the same inn, he sat on the edge of the too-small bed, spreading his legs and letting you stand in between them, close to him as he rests his hands on your hips. He writes to you that he has a secret, you loop your arms around his neck and let one hand play with one of the tails of his hat. You're reassuring him both in speech and body language that you'll listen and you'll keep it to yourself. His amber eyes search yours for a moment more, before leaving one side of your hips to snap his fingers, saying, saying, "Silent."

The noises around you quieten. You don't hear the vendors downstairs bark their wares, you don't hear the chatter and sound of the inn below you two. You don't hear the slight moans of the couple opposite to your room. But you do hear him speak. "My name is Donquixote Rosinanate, Marine Commander code 01746 on a mission from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to stop operations of Warlord and pirate Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at him in surprise as he holds your hips again, telling you the story of how he came to be in this wretched situation. Of how his heart holds so much rage and hatred, of his worry and sadness. He tells you in that low, melodious voice of his and you just stand there starstruck as you picture the unwoven scroll of the man you love's past as he tells you. As soon as he's done, he has a mixed picture on his face, of weariness, and exhaustion. So of course you pull his head to your chest, to your heart, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You brave, wonderful man" You mumble. Your heart is breaking and mending itself, newfound love, appreciation ,and fear now entering with the new information he gave you. "You strong, handsome, perfect man"

He freezes, but soon comes to hold you tighter against him, tension seeping out of his body, as he listens to you. One or your hands goes up his hat, fingers tangling within the strands as you hold him tighter. "Loverboy, look at me please"

When his eyes meet yours you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide, a goofy smile blooming on his own.

That night, you two don't do much. You talk some more, and fall asleep, his much larger frame curled around yours, your hands holding his head close, tucked under your chin, face buried in his hair.

Sanji.

It's late, and you wake up with your hair mussed, with the sad, miserable feeling that it's too cold and where the Hell is your warm, snuggly lover coupled with a scowl on your face. So you stumble to the one place he's most likely to be. The kitchen. There have been times when you've genuinely been looking for him because you thought he was not in the kitchen only to find out that he is, in fact in the kitchen, he was just looking for something in the lower cupboards and couldn't hear you. Hell, you've chided him a few times for working in the kitchen even after a big fight, so it's safe to assume that really, the blonde would be in the kitchen. You once sat and watched him, wondering that if it was legitimate, would he be this planet's greatest cook in the world, would be allowed to show at competitions? Would he be sought after then? But oh well.

When you finally get to the kitchen, you see him, baking. Uh oh. Now see, baking at night isn't the issue here. You've helped him make croissants and all sorts of stuff in the dead of night. The real issue is that he's doing it alone, at.....you spare a glance at the clock, 4:45 AM. By the four seas......so yes it's an issue. So yes, it's bad, when it isn't baking before he went to sleep. It's bad when he went to sleep in your bed, all snuggly and warm, and woke up in the ass crack of dawn to bake. Hell, it's even worse than in the ashtray next to the knives, it's filled. That means it was something he was terrified of, or something that came to him and he couldn't shrug off.

You run a hand through your hair and enter. Neither of you says anything just yet, and you take your time settling comfortably into the chairs in front of the counter, hand supporting you head as you watch him do his stuff. Your eyes fall onto his frame where you can see some tension in his movements, a slight jitter to the usual grace which he does his job in. Your eyes move to the tiny snail in the corner which plays music. You switch it on, and watch as the music ebbs and flows. And with it, so does the tension, the stress emanating in the gallery.

Some time later which could have been hours, or even minutes later you get up and come behind him, looping your arms around his hips from behind. "How're you feeling, sunflower?" You murmur.

He pauses in his work, most of them done anyway, and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke. ".....Better"

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay. Wanna take a break?"

"....Fine. Let me just pop them into the oven"

30 minutes later, Robin walks in as per her usual timing to see him, head pillowed on your lap snoring softly, one of your hands in his hair, and the other holding one of his to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You smile slightly at her arrival and point at the oven. "Could you take them out? Blondie here wanted me to wake him up when they were done but...."

She chuckles, nodding. "I'll handle it. Want some tea?"

"That sounds lovely"

Shanks.

Shanks was open about a lot of things. Laughing, being an oaf, and acting like a goofball, many things. Another thing he was very open about was his relationship with you and the affection he showered on you just so. He would give kisses, hugs, and even random spanks on your ass when he could. He would laugh if you threw a fit but you couldn't help but also want to trip him up just so. Just once.

Your chance finally came when he got injured in battle, causing Hongo to order bed rest and STRICTLY bed rest "No leaving the bed for at least a WEEK, captain. That's an order"

"What? Nooo, I can't!" Whined your boyfriend

Hongo sighed, looking like he was ready to strangle the man based on what shenanigans he would probably start to pull to get out of bed. "Captain, please. Just a week. 5 days is all I'm asking here."

"3!"

"5"

"4!"

"5. No more, no less"

The redhead huffed, turning over in bed "Awful doctor, no man should ever treat his captain this way"

Hongo now looked at you, looking three seconds from yanking his hair out and with desperation. You sighed, sitting on the bed next to him and trying to reassure him.

"Come on, Shanks. Listen to the poor guy. I'll be here helping when I can anyway."

He shifted. Gave you a look. This dumbass.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Shanks, I swear to-"

And that was that. You'd help him when you could, not that you minded. However, when he tried to do anything with you, kissing, hugging, you'd pull away, a grin on your face. In fact, you'd end up giving him kisses where he didn't expect it. Is he leaning in for a kiss on the lips? You kiss the bridge of his nose. He wants to hug you? Lean away and a pat on the head. He tries to kiss your cheek? You move and kiss his ear. It drove him nuts.

"Aw c'mon, not again! What did I do to deserve this!" He complained after you had successfully dodged his attempt to kiss you on your lips. Only to be thwarted when you kissed his jaw instead.

"This is payback baby." You grin, sly and fun.

Then it clicks and he laughs that full, happy, lively laugh of his.

"Awright. But as soon as I'm rested up and good to go...." His eyes gleam with a spark of mischievousness. "You're gonna get it, babe"

True to his word, as soon as Hongo says the word "okay", Shanks leaps out of bed and starts running. You were in the fields of the island, looking around and wandering. You flinch as you feel a familiar presence behind, and you've barely turned your back to see who it is, before he crashes into you, scooping you up and lifting you in his arms.

"Caught you!" He yells with glee and all you can do is laugh and squeal with joy, before curling into him and kissing him on the lips.

[cha0s-junkie]

I am eating ur works up omg keep up the good work!!!

and if its fine could I request something with a yan vampire dad? especially with some infantilism if you don't mind teehee c:

platonic yandere! vampire dad x reader

warnings; forced transformation (kind of? reader doesn't know that they're being turned but kind of also agreed to it. idk IDK), kind of kidnapping. this is a weird situation, vampire feeding, yandere-ish, and obv infantilism

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The pain was overwhelming, you laid against the brick wall trying to control your breathing. The stab wound in your torso was still gushing out blood. You were going to die, cold and alone in an alleyway.

"Ah," Someone. A person, you muster the remaining bit of your strength to call out to them. They shush you and a cold hand brushes the blood dripping from your mouth. "A young thing... I could smell you from miles away."

They hum as you whimper in pain again. "A little fledgling, full of youth." They whisper, the blood from your wound coating their fingertips. "Would you like that? Being mine?"

You didn't know what it meant but you nod anyways. "I wonder how you'll be like, darling." You feel your arm being lifted up and you move again.

"Keep still sweetheart, it'll be over soon." They coo softly. A sharp pain shot through your body. You open your mouth and all you could do to protest it was pathetic whines.

"We're done, we're done." They reassure, kissing the new puncture wounds on your wrist.

The pain stops and you started to feel even more woozy. Maybe the person who stabbed you in the first place came back to finish you off, you black out and fall limp right into the expecting arms of your sire. Unbeknownst to you.

Orion catches you, watching as your wound started to slowly heal itself. Once you were a fully fledged vampire wounds would heal in an instant, but for now you had your sire to look after you. For once in the centuries he has existed for, he has something to care for.

Someone, he cradles you closer to him. Your head dropping so that it lays perfectly against his chest. "All mine."

--

Thirsty. You feel so fucking thirsty, it's as if you have been starving for years. Your head feels heavy as you move, trying to sit up. But everything you did felt so heavy.

"Well hello there sleepy head, feeling hungry?" A man you hadn't noticed was in the room practically glides to your bed and sits near you. You don't know why he feels so familiar, a small part of you yearns to be near him but you don't know why.

You didn't know who he was. But you reach out towards him anyways, he smiles as he pulls you onto his lap. You feel small as he hums softly, comfort washing away your worries.

"Here, drink up," He lifts.... something to your mouth. You don't know what it is but the smell. The smell was delicious, you immediately latch on.

"You're going to drain me," He chuckles, watching fondly as you drink his blood. He needed to establish a bond between his fledgling, the best way to do so is let them feed on their sire for their first few weeks. "Good, huh?"

When you're done, you finally let go. Your head a little clearer now after finally drinking something, you turn to look at the man that has been cooing at you.

"Who are you, why am I not dead?" Remnants of your near-death experience are still fresh in your mind. You should be dead.

"I saved you, darling."

"How am I- I was about to die." You muttered. You looked down, expecting to see a gaping wound in your torso but, nothing. Well, there was a scar in its place but it was slowly fading.

"How-" He shushes you, slightly rocking you as if you were a fussy child.

"So many questions, from such a tired little fledgling. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Maybe I'll answer your questions when you feel less sleepy."

You do feel tired. Why were you so tired?

"Shhh, shhh. You'll feel better when you sleep more, hm? Plenty of time for us to talk later on." His voice was soothing. Maybe you will listen to him, this stranger.

--

[grison-in-space]

can I bring up another, less soul annihilating anecdote?

see, when I was about to turn eleven, we picked up and moved across the country to kansas city. Just in time for middle school.

you gotta understand. I'd been in class with the same twenty or thirty kids at my old school for the past three years, third grade to fifth, because I was in this gifted and talented program where they made us take these tests to get in and then bused us all to a special school in one class per year.

as you might or might not expect, most of the kids in that class were some flavor of neurodivergent. I was ADHD enough to have been identified at seven because I was classically hyperactive and annoyed the shit out of my teachers. Wouldn't have the autism diagnosed for a year or two yet, but I know for a fact that all my close childhood friends would be diagnosed autistic by the time we hit puberty.

what this means is that I thought of myself as basically normal. I was not normal, but I had the serene confidence learned over years carefully isolated from kids who thought I was pretty weird: I was paying attention to MY friends, who were similar to me in a lot of ways, and they didn't think it was especially remarkable to have memorized Bruce Fogle's Encyclopedia of the Dog.

So anyway, they released me into a Midwestern middle school in a strange town, and of course the year happened to be 2001, so 9/11 hit a couple weeks after school started and everyone really went nuts. I spent a couple months watching people, decided that this one kid in my grade was probably safe, and then set out to befriend her and her set. I had read psychology books that indicated that familiarity brings comfort rather than contempt, so I just rocked up to their lunch table with a book and set out to be a regular, predictable background character. I was probably trying to be quiet, but I've never been quiet in my life. It turned out not to matter too much:

Amazingly, it worked. They chose to befriend me back.

What this meant was that when my middle school bullies tried to amuse themselves by "inviting" me to a nonexistent sleepover at my new friends' house, I happened to have a real sleepover scheduled for the same day with the same people at mine. When my bully tried to prove that no one could ever like me, I was able to ask what her problem was, because I knew that there were people out there who liked people like me. I knew that people like me existed and that we could like each other, too.

I was just confused about why she'd want to try to tear me down. Eventually, in the middle of seventh grade, I got irritated and perplexed enough to stomp out to one of the ringleaders and ask her this at the top of my fairly prodigious lungs. Like, what is going with your life that trying to make mine less pleasant is such a concern for you? What makes you so small that you have to try and shrink my life to make yourself feel better?

And that stopped the bullying along the lines of "ohhh so SAD you don't have REAL FRIENDS." Because I did. My real friends, who thought I was pretty okay, they stood by me. They did that a couple times in middle school. That was the choice that a bunch of acne spotted middle schoolers decided to make: to adopt the oddball kid and form a line, oddballs against the straight, vertexed world.

I've long since lost touch with those friends—we moved again when I was fifteen and I've always been bad at keeping in touch. But I've never lost the lessons that got laid down then. Sometimes, people will choose to have your back. Sometimes, asking obvious questions really loudly makes people embarrassed enough about their bad behavior to stop doing it. And sometimes, even by accident, your peers can figure out something that authority figures struggle with.

Sometimes kids figure it out and choose to stand up for one another, too. That's all.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[kissylec]

BROKEN RIBBONS & PERFECT FISTS — rafe cameron, 07

pairing . . . boxer!rafe cameron x ballerina!reader in which . . . a clean slate is what you needed, to get away from a past you're not proud of and start over, focusing on what you were most passionate about, ballet. outer banks seemed like the best option, a breath of fresh air, new people. what you didn’t expect was that someone just as broken as you would stand in your way, staking your heart on a single name— rafe cameron. ch warning .ᐟ . . . mentions of substance use, troubled past

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BROKEN RIBBONS & PERFECT FISTS. — 06 . 07 . 08

THE TASTE OF SOUR BLUEBERRY GUMMIES explodes in your mouth as you guide your gaze to JJ. "So... the Kook, is the rich one... and the Pogue the not rich one?" you asked after swallowing.

"Working class" John B corrects you, and you nod.

You are unpleasantly surprised by how much distinction there is between social classes, and how much people care. You heard some stories from Pope, also from Kiara, the Kooks don't seem to be good people at all, and what surprises you the most is that Sarah is one of them.

It's very confusing, you think several times, and sad. The evil that some people can have with the lower class. That typical thing of looking down on you as if you were little, as if you were less than them, for the simple fact of having designer clothes and a little more money in the account.

"What if you're both? Like a... Kogue or something?" you ask, and you hear JJ laugh.

"You can't be both" JJ answers, making you look up at him.

"Sarah is both" you say.

"Sarah is different" John B explains to you.

You smile at her words, the way John B's eyes sparkle when he talks about Sarah. Your mind goes to Aaron, your gaze dropping to the bag of gummies as your brow furrows slightly.

"Why did you come to OBX?" you hear JJ ask out of the blue.

"JJ, really?" Kiara whispers, shoving his arms.

Your gaze moves to the blond, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It's okay."

You took a deep breath and left the clear bag beside you, bringing your knees to your chest. Your heart started to pound, swallowing hard and looking at your new friends.

"I uh... used a lot of... you know, drugs," you began. "I didn't have any friends, I pushed everyone away, I wasn't in good shape, and everything around me hurt me," you continued. "I just... needed something new, something away from... everything," you finished. Your gaze spread between the four heads, making you swallow hard again. "I hope you don't look at me differently after this."

"Not at all," JJ was the first to answer. "We all have our stories."

Pope was the second to join in. "Yeah... you're just... another story."

You smiled. A warmth spread in your chest, and for the first time in months, you felt welcomed and in your place.

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[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 4)

A few days passed. After the awkward greeting with Barbara, you didn't see or speak to her again. But that's okay, you're better off this way. You can't expect anything from her; it's obvious she doesn't care about you, at least not enough to have been at least nicer to you.

You haven't seen Dick again either, and you haven't gotten anywhere near Tim or Bruce.

Right now, you were walking quietly through the mansion's hallways, since you were bored and didn't want to stay alone in your room all day today as well. So, you decided to explore this enormous mansion a little. Alfred told you it was okay, that you could explore the mansion to entertain yourself and get to know it better.

As you walked, you also took Toti with you, as was customary. Your only faithful companion in this mansion is your beloved teddy bear.

Oh well, at least now it seems he's not the only one... Because that monarch butterfly you met a few days ago regularly returned to your room, as if it wanted to be by your side. It always came in the afternoon and left when it was already dark.

You smile slightly; you really like that butterfly. You feel almost as if... That butterfly understands you, as if it wants to take care of you.

It's funny how a little monarch butterfly seems to care about you much more than your own father seems to care about you.

As you walked down the hallway, you finally stopped, staring at the large painting on the wall. It featured a picture of Bruce and his adopted children.

But you... You weren't there. You have no connection with your father or your brothers. It's probably because they don't even consider you part of this family.

"I wish I could go back to Mom..." you murmured to yourself, trying to hold back your tears. Why did this have to happen to you? Your life was perfect when your mom was there; you didn't need a father, you didn't even need siblings. You only loved her... You only needed her to make you happy.

Because if there's one thing you've known your whole life, it's that just as your mother was everything to you, you were everything to her too. Remember... How she told you she loved you, that you were the most beautiful little girl in the world, how she was happy to have a daughter as adorable as you, when she told you that... She would make sure to take care of you for the rest of her life.

But now she's gone. She left you, and now you're here... In a cold place, completely devoid of the warmth you used to find when you lived with Mom.

You stared at the picture of Bruce and his sons for a moment, wondering... 'Can I really ever be part of you? The Wayne family?'

You lightly squeeze Toti in your arms, and finally decide to look away and continue walking, trying to push away the feelings of sadness and insecurity in your chest.

As you were walking, you heard someone's voice in another hallway, and when you noticed who it was... It was Stephanie and Cassandra, the two of them walking together.

You knew who they were since, of course, Alfred had also mentioned them to you before.

You tried to ignore the feeling of excitement in your heart when you saw them for the first time, while you thought about whether to approach them or not.

You were nervous, but you didn't know when you would be able to see them again, so you decided to take advantage and approach them, trying to talk to them a little.

You approached behind them, and greeted them in a low voice, trying to appear as unnervous as possible.

As soon as they heard you, they both stopped and turned to look at you. But... Instead of answering you or at least smiling a little, they just looked at each other, murmuring a little.

"Oh... Is this Bruce's daughter? The one who arrived recently?" Stephanie asked quietly, looking at Cassandra.

Cassandra just nodded in response, confirming it. At that moment, Stephanie looks at you again, and as soon as she notices the color of your eyes, she raises an eyebrow in disgust.

"Did you see the color of her eyes? It's too weird and strange... Are you sure she's Bruce's daughter?" Stephanie murmured, with a small laugh as she left, walking beside Cassandra and leaving you behind.

Before leaving, Cassandra looks at you for a moment... You almost shudder at the cold, indifferent look she gave you before leaving.

When they walked away, you stood there, trying to process what had happened... You didn't know what should have hurt more, Cassandra's indifferent stare or Stephanie's mockery. At that moment, you really wished you hadn't learned more English; you only made the effort to learn so you could speak better with your family, but... Now it turns out that learning a little more English only helped you understand the mocking words and comments others made toward you.

You grit your teeth... Stephanie made fun of your eyes. Why did she do that? She's wrong. Because... Your mom said your eyes were beautiful. She said your eyes were 'special and unique,' that they were precious like a brilliantly colored gem.

Yes, your mother is always right... If she said your eyes are beautiful, it's because they are, right? So... Stephanie has no right to contradict that, no right to make fun of your eyes. It's not right.

Before, you let your family influence you and tried to hide your eyes to try to make them like you more, thinking that hiding them would make Bruce and Tim stop hating you. But... Nothing changed. It's obvious that they don't deserve you even trying to hide your beautiful eyes just for them, you've realized that, and you won't make the same mistake twice, you won't let someone from this family make you feel insecure about the color of your eyes again.

What Stephanie said was rude, and you don't plan on tolerating it; it's not fair. So, without hesitation, you run toward them, grabbing Stephanie's arm as soon as you reach her.

"Hey, you have to apologize for what you said about me!" you demanded, your tone firm. It's not fair for her to talk about you like that; she should at least apologize for what she said.

When Stephanie looks at you... You tense slightly at the obvious anger in her blue eyes. Without saying anything, Stephanie simply pushes you hard, causing you to let go instantly.

Oh... Bad time to be right near the stairs.

Being pushed by Stephanie's force, you fail to stop on your own before falling down the stairs without Stephanie or Cassandra even turning to look at you, unaware of the severity of your fall they simply walk away without giving you another glance.

You feel your small body slam against the stairs, causing you to fall. You manage to grab onto something halfway down the stairs, breaking your fall. However, even though you managed to stop yourself halfway down the stairs, you're still pretty injured. You were practically pushed onto the stairs, fell down, and only managed to catch yourself by grabbing something.

You try to get up, but you stop as soon as you feel the terrible pain that spreads throughout your body.

"Duele, duele... Duele mucho" you mumbled to yourself, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to bear the intense pain in your body.

Tears fill your eyes as you continue trying to get up. Trying to ignore the incredible pain that almost makes you want to scream, you finally manage to stand, leaning against the wall next to the stairs as your legs tremble slightly.

At that moment... You feel something dripping down your forehead, you reach out to touch it, and... Your fingers become stained with blood. You realize then that when you fell down the stairs, you had hurt your forehead a little and were now bleeding.

For now, the bleeding isn't excessive or severe; luckily, it's mild. But... It could get worse if you leave it like this, and you know it.

You need help, you need someone to help you.

With that in mind, you try to walk, hoping to find someone who will help you.

You ignore the intense ache in your body with every step you take, praying to run into someone soon.

So, finally... In one of the hallways, you see Tim walking. You smile with relief at seeing him. He'll be able to help you, right?

You try to approach him, saying his name to ask for help. But, as soon as you say his name, he interrupts you. "Stop trying to attract attention, I'm busy," he said in a cold tone, and without even looking at you once, he walked past, ignoring you and leaving you there alone.

You stand in shock for a moment as you watch him walk away... He...? He can't help you? Well, maybe it's because the strands of your hair on your forehead were covering the bleeding wound and he couldn't see it, or maybe it's because he didn't notice your clumsy steps or how your legs were shaking from the intense pain you were feeling. Or maybe... he just didn't even look at you, as if you weren't worth his time.

"Pero Tim... Me duele mucho... Porfavor" You murmured softly, knowing he wouldn't hear you because he'd already left. You looked down, your tears falling to the floor one after another, as you tried to process this.

Tim... He just ignored you. You might have accepted him better in another situation, but right now you were hurt, you wanted him to help you just a little. But he doesn't even feel sorry for you... He didn't even look at you now, when you needed him.

'Why... Are you doing this to me?' you asked yourself, wondering what terrible sin you had committed to deserve this. Even though you were hurt, even bleeding, Tim wouldn't even look at you, just ignoring you as if you didn't exist...

Now you understand. Tim doesn't care about you, no matter what. He'll never look at you, listen to you, or help you. Tim doesn't even consider you his sister, right? Okay, you understand. It's okay that he doesn't want to accept you, but... Really, why did he have to do this? Why did he have to leave you there hurt, looking like he couldn't care less about your condition? Whether he sees you as a sister or not, you're still a human being, and yet, he didn't have one iota of sympathy for you, didn't help you, and just walked away.

You stand there, not wanting to do anything but continue crying from the pain in your body and the ache in your heart, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your own hands. And no matter what... It seems like no one else heard your cries of pain, no one came for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend that he actually cares for you, even a little.

You stay there, with no desire to do anything but continue crying from the pain you feel in your body and your heart right now, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your hands. And no matter what happens... It seems like no one can hear you cry, no one has come looking for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend to care for you, not even a little.

After a few hours, Alfred finally returned to the mansion. He had to leave early to do some grocery shopping, and now he was back. When he entered the kitchen, Alfred remembered you and wondered if you had actually left your room to explore the mansion while he was gone.

Wanting to know, Alfred leaves the kitchen and heads to your room. When he sees you're not there, he realizes that you've indeed decided to go out and walk the mansion's halls this time. However, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of worry in his chest. Wanting to make sure everything was okay, Alfred began looking for you, walking through the mansion and calling your name, hoping to find you soon.

However, after a while of searching, he didn't find you. He grew more worried as he continued looking for you. And finally... he found you. You were sitting in the corner of one of the hallways, your hands covering your face, crying and sobbing.

Seeing you like this, Alfred's heart leaped with concern, and he quickly approached you. He helped you, took you to your own room, and took care of bandaging and treating your wounds gently.

He asked you what happened. You were about to tell him, but you stopped... You realized what had happened was serious, and that if you told Alfred that Stephanie had pushed you, and that Cassandra had ignored that fact, and that Tim had also ignored you when you tried to ask him for help, then he might get mad at them.

Maybe they're not your family... But you know they're almost like family to Alfred. So... You decided to lie and say you fell down the stairs by mistake, and that there was no one around to help you.

You lied because, even if you don't have a good relationship with them, you don't want them to get into trouble because of you if you tell Alfred.

Also... A thought kept running through your mind.

"You just want attention"

You remembered what Tim had said when he'd ignored you. Maybe... He was right? Maybe you'd been too persistent or intense earlier, but... Could he really blame you for that? You were just a little girl desperate to fit in with her new family, a little girl longing for the warmth of this family you were supposed to belong to.

You just wanted... To feel like you belonged here, to feel like you had a family that loves you here. Is that so hard?

❦: (Just to remind you that some of the reader's phrases will be in Spanish and others in English, just to highlight the fact that her main language used to be Spanish, but that she has now also learned some English now that she lives in Gotham. //I hope you liked this chapter♡).

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Size: Mini series

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 3/3

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 😍 You are just an incredible force 🥹💜 I got 1000+ likes for my previous story in 5 days. I couldn't even imagine that you would like it 🤭 I'm really the happiest person in the world because you are so wonderful 🥰 I wrote a new short story. It contains 3 parts...because I just wrote a LOT 🤭🫨 I got carried away while writing and decided that all the scenes are important and they should be ❤️‍🔥 So, this will be a series ❤️‍🔥 Let me know if you liked this story too, I sincerely hope so 🥺 For those who are waiting for "Captive to his attention" I will definitely continue it and I’m already have half of the 4th part ready, wait for it 🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko007, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

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Chapter 3. A sweet falling

The taxi pulled up in front of your house. Jungkook paid the driver, and you quickly got out of the car, trying to cope with the internal trembling.

He walked beside you, silently. Not a word.

You entered the spacious lobby, and he pressed the elevator button. Silence reigned in the cabin, only the faint whirring of the mechanisms filled the space. You felt him watching you closely and tried not to let on how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

He stood close, his warm body radiating invisible tension. You didn't dare turn your head to meet his eyes, because you knew that if you did, everything would spin out of control.

The elevator doors opened. You took a step forward, involuntarily glancing at the door of your apartment.

You could have just gone inside.

You could have closed the door, left him behind, waited for the feeling of his touch to fade from your skin.

But instead, you turned your head... and headed for Jungkook's door. You took only a few steps, and your heart was already beating like crazy.

The door closed behind you quietly, almost silently.

But you knew he was there.

His footsteps were not loud, but you felt them with every fiber of your being.

He stopped right behind you.

"Why are you so tense?" His voice sounded very close, and you barely restrained yourself from flinching. But you didn't move away.

But Jungkook moved away and you literally did not expect it. You thought he would start undressing you right from the doorway, but it seems he had other plans. 

He walked around you and went to the bar, which was located on the border of the kitchen and living room areas. Behind it, a little to the side, was a table with a tray of crystal glasses neatly placed on it.

Jungkook took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then took one of the glasses and poured honey-colored liquid. He handed it back to you.

"A little more to take the edge off?" he asked, handing you the glass. 

You shook your head, walked over slowly and took the glass. Your fingers barely touched his hand, and at that moment he took a step closer.

"I know you're nervous," his voice was soft, but there was a hint of excitement in it from waiting.

You took a sip of whiskey, feeling the drink spreading warmth inside you.

"No... I'm not nervous," you said, though you weren't sure. Jungkook took a sip, too, and then walked over to the chair and sat down, keeping his eyes on you. You remained standing by the table, which was not far from the bar. 

"Don't you want to thank me for playing your boyfriend so well?"

You turned back to him, peeking out from under your eyelashes.

"Thank you," you said sarcastically. "You were so convincing that my boss won't come within a kilometer of me now."

Jungkook smiled.

"I guess so. Only a suicidal man would continue to court the girl of heir the ‘Jeon Group’." He said confidently, holding out the whiskey. You rolled your eyes slightly at his audacity. 

"I think I'm in even more trouble now. And your ‘help’ is going to cost me too much."

"Kitty, you should realized that price for such a service, will be expensive, especially from me..." Jungkook said casually. Yes, you should have thought three times before asking him to be your fake boyfriend. But you didn't. 

"I asked you not to call me that," you said, a little irritated, and took another sip of the whiskey, which really helps you relax. Jungkook hummed. He set the unfinished glass on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes glittered dangerously. 

"Come here," he said, his voice full of authority, even though it sounded quiet and low. You didn't notice how you held your breath when you heard his request or order. But you answered him with a strong will.

"And if I don't come?" your voice was quiet but defiant.

Jungkook smiled.

"We both know you'll did it."

He spoke so confidently, so calmly, as if he had already made up his mind for you. You took a deeper breath, you knew that this inevitably between you. You should finally come to terms with the fact that you wanted this too. Your feet took a step forward. Then another.

You stopped right in the middle of his spread legs. Your heart was racing, but unexpectedly, you felt very confident.

Jungkook slowly raised his head, looking you up and down. His hand reached for your hips. His fingers slid easily under the hem of your dress, finding the edge of your thong. 

He touched the edge as if he wanted to pull it down, but then he moved his hand further. Jungkook found your buttocks and squeezed them, pulling you closer. 

His touch made you shiver, but you didn't pull back. On the contrary, you leaned forward a little, sliding your fingers over his shoulders. He felt it, and his smile grew even more predatory.

"See? I told you you'd fit," his voice was velvety, full of imperious playfulness.

Your breathing grew deeper as he pulled you sharply closer, forcing you to sit on his lap. His fingers, even more confident and bold, touched the bare skin on your thighs, making you hold your breath.

"You like playing these little games, don't you?" His lips lightly touched your neck, making your body arch involuntarily into him. You felt his bulge, which was still half hard.  

You wrapped your arms around his neck. You waited for his next move. Your eyes fell on his lips, which were slightly open. Jungkook reached for the strap on your shoulder and lowered it with a gentle movement. 

He kissed your forearm. His hot kiss made you impatient. He took off the second strap. Because the dress was silk, it instantly slipped down, gathering on your stomach. Even your excited nipples did not hold back the delicate fabric. 

Jungkook watched with pleasure as the silk fabric of the dress slowly slid down, revealing your delicate skin. His eyes darkened, catching your every breath, every movement of your body.

You responded to his touch before you even realized what was happening.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. Jungkook leaned in closer, traced the line of your collarbone with the tip of his tongue, and then slowly moved down.

His lips found your nipple. He touched it with his tongue, circled it, and then gently pulled it into his mouth, squeezing it lightly with his teeth. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body, making you arch against him, seeking even more contact. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. 

One of his hands steadily supported your back, while the other slid down between your thighs, brazenly exploring the moisture already seeping through the thin fabric of your thong.

"Damn, you're already so wet," he breathed out with a smug smile, while pressing his fingers against the fabric, making you shudder with desire.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, and you felt every movement of his body, every move that made your insides burn. 

Jungkook wanted to feel you. His fingers easily slid further, breaking the last barrier between you, and teasingly touched your most sensitive spot. You inhaled sharply, clinging to his shoulders even harder, as if trying to keep control of yourself. But it was useless.

"Oh, kitten, you're shaking," his voice sounded husky, full of possession.

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to feel how you surrendered to him completely, how your confidence dissolved under his hands, leaving only naked desire. 

His lips were on your neck, leaving behind moist, barely perceptible kisses. But his fingers were not so patient. They moved insistently, exploring you so that a soft moan escaped your lips.

"You sounds so much better," he smiled, looking up, and you realized that he was enjoying watching you at this moment. His attention was drawn to your lips. How come he hasn't kissed you yet, those sweet lips should be his alone. 

Jungkook tilted your head with his free hand and kissed you. Deeply, completely taking over your breath, your taste, your senses. His tongue penetrated your mouth, demanding a response, forcing you to submit to this dizzying rhythm. You could not resist - and did not want to.

His fingers continued to caress you, and you could already feel the orgasm building. You rocked slightly on his hips, asking him to bring you to orgasm. Jungkook pulled away from your lips and stared at your face for a moment, which was radiating with pleasure. And then he pulled his hand out of your underwear. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him questioningly. Your breathing was rapid, as was his. But Jungkook just smiled. He effortlessly rose from the chair with you and carried you to the table. He standing you down on the floor near by table and your dress finally slipped off you, gathering around your black shoes. In one movement of his strong arms, you were without a thong. 

You were standing completely naked in front of a fully clothed Jungkook. It made you feel defenseless in front of his gaze that was literally burning you.

"You're perfect." He said touching your stomach with his hand. It was like a sculptor looking at his statue. His hands were drawing weightless patterns. Your chest moved in a frantic rhythm. You were on the verge of expectation. 

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to memorize this moment, which he had seen thousands of times in his imagination. His touches were unbearably slow, each movement full of possession.

But you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to do more than just run his hands over your skin. You took a step forward. 

He was pleasantly surprised when you put your hands on his belt and started to unbuckle it. He kept his hands on your hips and looked between your bodies. 

You quickly undid the belt, and then you undid his button. But before you pulled down his pants and finally saw his aroused cock, which you wanted to be filled, you took off his shirt, deftly handling each button. 

Jungkook was letting you lead the way, but you could see his muscles tensing, and he was barely holding back from taking control.

As soon as the last button was undone, he helped you take off his shirt, and now you could see him completely-his hot, perfect body covered with a light relief of muscles. His skin felt hot under your fingers as you ran your palms over it, studying him and he studied you. 

The tattoos on his right arm caught your eye the most. You liked the all of them that covered his arm from shoulder to wrist. You ran your fingers lightly along his strong arm. 

Jungkook had a lip piercing too and you suddenly thought he looked too rebellious for the heir to such an influential company as the ‘Jeon Group’. The thought flashed through your mind that he seemed to do whatever he wanted and had a strong-willed character that was not influenced by anything. Not the status of the company, not his parents, not the rules of behavior. 

Jungkook caught your eye and smiled, the same confident smile that always made your heart beat faster.

"What?" He leaned in, his lips almost touching yours. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. You really liked it. You couldn't help but lightly touch your fingers to his lower lip, where his piercing was shining. Jungkook smiled slyly, letting you explore that detail, but a dark light appeared in his eyes.

"You're so cute when you look at me, like you're discovering something new," he whispered, his voice husky and full of desire. 

"You don't look like a typical heir to a large corporation," you replied, your fingers already sliding along his tattoos.

Jungkook laughed hoarsely.

"Yeah. I don’t like it when someone dictates who I should be."

His fingers slid steadily up your thigh, and then he squeezed it lightly, as if to say that you belonged to him right now.

"But enough of that. We have more pressing matters to attend to." He said, stepping on you. You pressed your buttocks against the table, feeling the moisture between your thighs. Without warning, Jungkook sat you down on the table, spreading your legs. His eyes darkened. He came close, standing between your legs, and leaned down to your lips. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't. He sat you down on the edge of the table, leaning closer. 

"After this, I will be even more pleased to eat at this table." Jungkook said playfully. You raised your eyebrows but smiled. 

"You're a pervert." you said. This made him laugh.

"You don't even know how much. I want to taste what you taste like, baby."

His words made you hold your breath. You looked into his eyes, and that look seemed to penetrate your very soul, making bent over to meet to him.

Jungkook lowered himself, his fingers sliding down your thighs, rekindling the fire that had long been burning inside you. His breath burned your skin, making your heart race.

"You're getting so impatient," he whispered, stroking the inside of your thigh playfully.

Your fingers dug hard into the edge of the table, and you could barely stop yourself from covering your face with your hands in shame and excitement. But Jungkook didn't give you the chance.

His lips touched your skin with a light, almost weightless kiss. Then another one. His tongue left a hot trail, and you shuddered, unable to hold back any longer.

"Jungkook..." your breathing was intermittent, and your voice was barely audible.

He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Say my name again," he asked, his hands holding you steady in place. He knelt down to stand comfortably in front of your pussy. When his tongue met your clit again, you arched your back against him. He drew long strokes along your folds. He likes how soft you are on his tongue. Your sensitive clit was swollen and excited. He captured it completely and sucked on it, savoring your sweet flavor.

You were going crazy with these feelings. A moan escaped your lips in the form of his name. Jungkook's tongue was skillfully and quickly building up your orgasm. However, when he put his fingers inside you, you were even more satisfied. He moved his fingers inside you to stretch you, and his tongue on your clit made you tremble in anticipation of the most desired sensation. 

You didn't have to wait long. Not having had sex for quite some time, you quickly came all over Jungkook’s tongue. The sound of your satisfied moan made him become even harder. His cock twitched in his boxers as you moaned blissfully from your orgasm.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy and smiled broadly with a hum. You felt the air cooling your hot body. He stood up, put both hands on the sides of your hips, and leaned in close to your lips. You frantically tried to calm your frantic breathing. 

"As expected, you are sweeter than honey." He said. Jungkook kissed you, letting you taste your own cum. He tore away from your lips when you both needed air. His lips stretched into a smug smile. His eyes were dark, almost hungry.

"And now... it's your turn to make me moan, kitten," his voice was low and raspy, making you shudder at the tone alone.

He ran his fingers over your cheek, traced your lips with his thumb, hinting at what he wanted. His body was hot, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned in to your ear. 

"I guess this is a good way of saying thanks to me for being your boyfriend."

Jungkook ran his fingers over your lips again, forcing them open slightly. His dark eyes seemed to pierce you, studying your every reaction. 

The smile on his lips was barely noticeable, but it expressed absolute self-confidence and power over the situation. His thumb went into your welcoming wet mouth, pressing lightly on your tongue. You sucked on it lightly, not knowing what effect it had on Jungkook. His cock twitched, in anticipation of your mouth around it. 

He pulled back, stepping back half a step, and took your hand in his. Jungkook slowly slid it down his torso, letting you feel the hardness of his abs and then the hot tension below. His cock, still clenched in his tight boxers, gave away his condition better than any words could.

You felt an electric shock run through your body from this intimacy alone. He felt so big in your hand. 

Jungkook watched you with the same passionate obsession, but now it seemed even more intense. He pulled you down to the floor. You took off his pants and boxers. 

His thick and excited cock demanded attention. You were amazed by its size and knew that when he entered you, he would give you the best orgasm of your life. You took him in your hands and rolled him several times. The cum dripped from the purple tip and you wanted to taste its saltiness. 

You knelt down in front of him. His fingers slid into your hair, lightly but with a certain authority.

"Good girl," he whispered, running his tongue along your lower lip as if already savoring the next moment, "let's see if you're really that good at thanking."

His breathing became heavier, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hair as you took the length of it into your mouth. 

The hardness of his cock felt good on your tongue. You didn't take it all the way in, only half of it. You had to open your mouth wide to get him in only halfway. You moved your head while sucking his cock. 

Jungkook was moaning above your head, enjoying every movement you gave him. Your wet tongue was doing such a good job. 

You tried to take his length deeper. Jungkook was helping you with his hand that was resting on your back of the head. All this time while you were sucking him and caressing his balls with your hands, he was enjoying himself with his eyes closed. But now he wanted to see what you looked like from this angle. 

He opened his eyes and lowered his head down. Yes! You look so good with his cock in your mouth. You shook your head, trying to give him the orgasm he wanted.

"You thank me so well. Such a good girl." he said, his voice heavy with excitement. You moaned right onto his cock. His praise made you feel wet and dripping. "Come on, I want to paint your tongue with my cum." Jungkook said. You sped up your head movements, taking him deeper and deeper. Your jaw ached and tears gathered in your eyes.

Saliva mixed with his cum was leaking out of the corner of your mouth. You felt Jungkook harden with your tongue, and a minute later he came in your mouth. You swallowed his cum, but still some of it ran down your chin and neck. 

Jungkook was breathing deeply and frequently. When he softened in your mouth, you let him go. You stood up from your aching knees. You knew that tomorrow there would be bruises there to remind you of sucking Jungkook's cock, but you quickly dismissed the whole thought. 

You wiped your chin and mouth with your hand, and in an instant you were pressed against Jungkook's body. His hand squeezed your buttocks with some force. 

"Fuck, baby, I've been to heaven. Without exaggeration, the best blowjob I've ever had."

You smiled proudly. 

"Did I thank you well enough?" you asked, challenging. Jungkook hummed. 

"Yes, you did. I can pretend to be your boyfriend every day for that kind of gratitude." He said, leaning in to kiss you. But you managed to pull away just in time. 

"Dream on, Jeon. It's a one-time thing." You said teasing him. But Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke.  

Jungkook frowned, his hand squeezing your buttocks even harder, making you shudder.

"A one-time thing?" he repeated your words, his voice low and strained, "I don't think so, kitten."

Jungkook pressed you even harder, making you feel his full strength. His gaze darkened, and a predatory smile spread across his face.

"One time, you say?" he licked his lips, as if savoring your words.

His fingers slid steadily down your back as his other hand clutched your neck, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, feeling the fire inside you flare up again.

"Don't you get it yet, baby?" his voice became even lower, and his breath burned your skin, "I'm not letting you go after this."

He leaned down to your ear, his lips lightly touching your ear.

"You are mine, do you understand?"

You were frozen. You couldn't believe your ears. He couldn't be serious. Everything between you is a pure arrangement. You're spending the night with Jungkook in exchange for the favor of being your boyfriend. But to say those words to you...

"I'm not yours," you protested. You and Jungkook? That's impossible... 

Jungkook just smiled, as if your answer was expected, but it didn't embarrass him at all. 

"You're not mine?" he repeated.

His fingers slid slowly over your skin, creating a nice contrast between his gentle touch and his firm grip on your buttocks.

His voice sounded so confident that you had an unpleasant feeling. As if he really knew something you didn't realize yet.

You gathered your strength, trying not to give in to the tension that hung between you.

"It's just a deal, Jungkook," you forced yourself to sound firm, even though you were still trembling inside after what he'd done to you, "We both got what we wanted, and that's it."

He huffed, he held you tighter and you felt how he became harden again.

"I haven't gotten mine yet," he said with authority, hinting that this night wasn't over. He grabbed you without warning, forcing you to wrap your legs around his bare buttocks. He moved toward his bedroom, keeping his eyes on you. You held on to his shoulders, forcing yourself not to look away. 

"You think you can forget that?" he raised an eyebrow, looking you straight in the eye, "You think you can go to bed with someone else and not remember how your voice broke when you screamed my name?"

His words made your cheeks flush. You opened your mouth to reply, but Jungkook didn't give you a chance.

"You think I'm just going to let you walk away after this?" he tilted his head to the side, his smile dangerous.

He bit your chin lightly, making you close your eyes. 

"I'm not the kind of person who lets go of what he wants. And now," he carried you to the bed and gently laid you on it. The cold sheets contrasted with your flushed skin. He climbed on top of you, sitting comfortably between your legs, "I want you."

His words sounded like a sentence. And the worst part was that you realized that you would not resist. You wanted to belong to him. 

Jungkook looked down at you, his dark eyes piercing through you, making your body heat up even more under his gaze. 

He had no intention of delaying this moment any longer. He wanted to get his cock inside you, and as soon as possible. 

He became horny again. Jungkook took his length in his hand and put it against your entrance. You were breathing heavily in anticipation. He began to slowly plunge into you. You closed your eyes, grabbed his biceps, and squeezed them hard to hold back your cries of pain. He was big and stretched your walls so well.

Jungkook entered you completely and barely restraining himself from cumming from your tight walls, gave you time to get used to him.

"That's it," he leaned closer, his hot breath burning your neck, "Now you finally realize that you have nowhere to run."

His lips left a trail of hot kisses along your throat, starting to move slowly. You moaned softly at the pleasant friction of his cock against your walls. 

"Let me hear it," he whispered, squeezing your hands in his and pinning them to the bed.

Jungkook could feel your body gradually getting used to him, and it was driving him crazy. He forced you to look into his eyes as he began to move deeper, slowly, savoring every second of this moment.

"God, baby... you're just made for me," his voice trembled with pent-up desire.

He kissed your lips greedily, as if he was trying to memorize this moment forever. His fingers intertwined with yours, holding your arms above your head. He didn't let go of you for a moment, making you feel him completely.

You dug your nails into his hands. You had never felt this good with anyone. Your previous relationships had been... different. A few of the guys you'd dated hadn't evoked half the emotions you were feeling with Jungkook right now. One was too proper, and the other was irritatingly caring. Relationships with them were somewhat boring to you. It was as if there was always something missing. Their touch was gentle, but it didn't make your heart explode. Their kisses were nice, but they didn't leave marks on you that burned for hours. Sex was... just sex-without the craziness that was now raging between you and Jungkook.

With Jungkook, it was the other way around. He didn't just take you, he owned you, made you feel like you belonged to him completely. His confidence, his wild passion, his desire to give and receive pushed you to your limits.

You are not someone who obeys easily, but you obeyed him almost without hesitation. You argued with him to keep what little pride you had left, but eventually you gave in. And you love it so much. You love that he dominates you and it definitely turns you on. 

Jungkook pushed you against the bed, making you feel him completely. He moved confidently, making your body respond to his every thrust. You gasped for breath, clutching his shoulders, trying to stay in this whirlpool of pleasure.

"Look at me," he ordered in a husky voice, forcing your eyes to meet his burning gaze.

When he lifted your legs higher, changing the angle, you moaned loudly, feeling him fill you even deeper. His lips found yours, but the kiss was not gentle - it was demanding, taking all the air from your lungs. His hands slid confidently down your body, leaving hot marks on your skin.

Jungkook didn't give you a chance to recover, turning you over onto your stomach and plunging his cock into you again. His every movement was imbued with possession, he wasn't just making love to you, he was marking you, leaving marks on your body that would remind you of this night for a long time.

"Your tight pussy is driving me crazy," he almost moaned as he pressed his body against yours, "You perfect for me."

His pace changed from gentle to almost unbearable, and then he turned you back to face him again, taking your lips in a kiss that burned harder than anything you'd ever known.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel the orgasm coming. You moaned louder and louder to show how good it felt. 

"Kook..." came out of your mouth, a sweet shortening of his name that had never sounded so sweet to Jungkook. He squeezed your hands and sped up his hips, intent on bringing you to orgasm.

"Let’s baby. Come around me." Jungkook asked, and the knot in the lower abdomen has come undone, causing the most blissful pleasure. Jungkook felt your walls squeezing his cock, cursed and barely managed to get out of you. His hot white liquid spread over your stomach. You felt his cock twitching, spewing cum. 

Jungkook was breathing heavily, resting his hands on the bed on either side of you. His chest heaved in a rapid rhythm, and his eyes remained fixed on you - hot, satisfied, relaxed beneath him.

He ran his fingers over your stomach, mixing the warm fluid before leaning down and kissing you softly on the lips, this time slowly, savoring you as if he was trying to calm his own beating heart with this kiss.

"You are so beautiful when you are broken by me," he whispered hoarsely, his lips touching your burning face. 

"You left me without strength." You complained. After everything that had happened, you felt like your body was completely exhausted, but Jungkook didn't let you just fall asleep. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom without asking permission.

"We need to freshen up," he said, opening the glass shower door.

The warm water touched your flushed skin, and you let out a contented sigh. Jungkook ran his hands gently over your body, lathering your skin, sometimes leaving short kisses on your shoulders and neck. There was something strange about this moment - a tenderness that contrasted so unexpectedly with what had been between you a few minutes ago.

When you stepped out of the shower, you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and began to gather your things. 

"I'm leaving," you said quietly, not looking at him.

"No, you're not," Jungkook replied confidently, leaning against the doorway.

"Jungkook..." you rolled your eyes, "I live in the apartment next door. There's no reason for me to stay."

He hummed as he came closer.

"Stay anyway."

"Why?"

"Because I want to," his voice was calm, but you knew it was useless to argue.

You sighed, but didn't argue any further. He gave you one of your T-shirts and you went to bed. Jungkook immediately hugged you, getting comfortable behind you, his warm breath touching your neck.

"Good night," he murmured, squeezing you in his arms.

But you couldn't sleep. Your mind was racing. What was it between you two? From the very beginning, it was a payment for Jungkook's service, but the sex you had makes everything difficult. And then he said you were his. Oh my God, what's going on? 

After a while, you felt his breathing become steady. He had fallen asleep.

Careful not to wake him up, you got out of his arms, gathered your things, and quietly left the apartment without leaving a trace.

When Jungkook woke up and realized you were gone, his face grew grim.

"Damn..." he rubbed his face as he sat up on the bed.

How could you just leave after everything that happened between you?

He called you, but you didn't pick up. He texted you, but you didn't even read them.

He took a shower, ate breakfast, answered a few calls from the company, trying to distract himself, but something was itching inside him - dissatisfaction, irritation.

But then he heard a familiar sound: the combination lock on your apartment door.

Jungkook went out into the hallway and saw you.

You were dressed in all black: sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a cap that covered part of your face.

"Y/N" you heard Jungkook call out to you. You froze, realizing he was there. He hummed and then walked confidently toward you.

You didn't turn around, but you could feel him getting closer. Jungkook leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Did you run away from me after having sex like that?" his voice was low and dangerously hoarse, "You think you could hide from me by living in the next apartment?"

His words made you hold your breath.

"I like to play catch up, baby."

⇠Previous ⟡

[dappled-sunlight-dap]

AO3 author here. I don't normally blog about fandom issues (or anything really) but it hit me close to home so I figured I'd share my two cents.

This actually happened to me! I put a work on hiatus for roughly nine months for multiple reasons, but a big part of choosing that one to shelve for a bit was because it got the least engagement.

I WRITE for myself, don't get me wrong. Everything I post is what I want to see. That's why I write fic! But I POST for community interaction. I wanna talk to folks about my fandom and get all excited and freak out with somebody. Otherwise, what's the point of making it public? Why not keep it to myself?

When you post and get no engagement, it can make you question why you're posting if you're getting the same result as you would from keeping it to yourself. It also makes one feel like slaving over it to make it as good as can be is too much effort for no return - why should I bother making it look nice when I can post a sloppy rush job and get the same result? It's also easy to lose confidence in yourself - do people like it? Hate it? Who knows? And it's just depressing and lonely. Fandom is a community!

I was a new author when I had this dilemma, and at the time I didn't realise that this was just a normal thing, so I took it personally and lost my confidence. That got combined with unrelated problems until I figured the fic was just too much trouble to deal with. I only posted for it again last month because a mutual told me they liked it and that made me happy.

Now that I'm more experienced, I know not to expect much engagement because that's simply how fandom is these days. I happily post my stuff knowing that probably nothing will happen, and I'm okay with that now. I'm just happy to post it! It's more peaceful, in a way - but that doesn't mean it shouldn't change. I can understand not leaving comments - maybe you're anxious/shy, or you're a guest on a fic where only registered users can comment. However, there is no excuse with kudos. Giving kudos is literally as easy as pressing a button. If you cannot be bothered to press a single button for a fic you love, why should an author bother to give you that fic in the first place? We will not know you are there otherwise.

Also, I've seen some folks say they don't leave comments because they're afraid the author will find it weird or get offended or that they feel like they have to post an essay. No! We LOVE comments! We love ALL comments! I have a reader who posts mostly heart emojis on every single chapter of another longfic of mine and I treasure every single one of those comments! This person takes the time to leave something that tells me they're having a good time, and it makes me happy to have somebody to engage with and freak out about a ship with! That is what fandom should be!

And every time they leave another string of heart emojis, a fire lights within me because somebody is enjoying it and telling me about it. I'm happy, they're happy, we're HAPPY!

What I'm trying to say is: fandom is about community. If there's no audience acknowledgement, there's no point in sharing in the first place. So tell your favourite authors how much you like their work! Press that kudos button! Leave that comment, even if it doesn't contain a single word! Hell, just leave a keyboard smash! They will love you for it, no matter how small the gesture is! And you'll love it even more when they make more of that work you cherish! Everybody wins!

"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

[gojoidyll]

I TRUST YOU MORE THAN ANYONE. PT. 1

Toji & Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Set in a different time, you find yourself struggling to survive until you find a lone statue in an abandoned shrine. Everyone warns you to stay away, that you or anyone else doesn't know what god that shrine belongs to, but you don't listen and clean up the shrine ans statue anyway.

Carefully, you swept away the dirt, leaves, and dead grass that had accumulated around the statue. Your eyes focused on each dirty patch as the sun began to rise. Once you swept the slightly broken marbled floor and gathered all the dirt and such into one pile, you went to sweep it all outside. It was a simple feat within the abandoned shrine since it was worn down and had many holes within the walls, some of the infrastructure missing entirely in large portions. Not to mention that half of the ceiling was gone and large pieces of marble columns lay scattered across the floor.

You and the villagers that lived in the small town near the shrine believe it has been abandoned for at least 200 or so years (give or take), but no one was sure since there were no sort of documents or texts depicting of anything of the sort within the building. No one even knew what the shrine was for.

Sighing to yourself, you placed the broom up against a part of a wall that wasn’t broken and went to your small bag that you laid near a single, lone statue. Looking up at the piece, you wondered what god the people before you were worshipping.

The statue itself was as worn down as the building. Large chunks of carefully crafted marble had crumbled and lay around at the statue’s feet. Its stomach was missing along with certain parts of its body and even its head was gone too. Yet what did remain was the statue’s four arms, though some pieces were even missing from those..., but on one set of arms a lair of hands remained with one hand gripping a sword of some sort. The hands were perfectly sculpted, big, with the veins nicely pronounced, and cool to the touch.

Despite the statue being broken, you saw this as a sign. That maybe the gods were trying to tell you all something. That there was a reason why there was this abandoned shrine here. Granted, you didn't know of a god with four arms...

Your family and village keep getting tormented by sickness, taxes, criminals, and even by the lord of the land. It was all getting too much. Medicine was overpriced, traveling merchants were cruel and unjust, the lord continually placed higher taxes and gave harsher living demands, the knights never lended single helping hand to the thieves and bandits that ransacked your village monthly, and winter was fast approaching.

You hoped that by finding this god’s statue, that maybe there was still some hope left.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, and afterwards I even have an offering for you too.”

Bending down to your bag, your brought out a small rag, and next to your bag was a bucket of water that you had filled up at the river’s creek near your village (though, it was farther than you thought and accidentally twisted your ankle on some of the jagged rocks).

Dipping the cloth into the bucket and then gently wringing it out, you went over to the statue and began cleaning it. The clothe immediately began to soak up all the dirt and dust that got caked onto the smooth, white stone – the shiny surface underneath soon shining through as you got to work.

“There, all clean,” you said with a smile. Your eyes raking over the statue as you took a step back.

It took you longer than you expected, but you were glad that the statue wasn’t covered in dirt and grime anymore. Finally, after tossing the rag into the bucket, you looked around at the various statue pieces lying about at its feet. If you were one of those talented, rich artisans, you would have tried to put the statue back together, but since that wasn’t the case you ended up placing what you believed was the statue and lay them close to the aeon. It was the least you could do when you first started visiting the abandoned shrine.

“Now for the offering.”

Crouching down to your bag and wincing slightly at the pain in your ankle, you pulled out the few crumbled pieces of breads and bruised fruits you could afford and placed them at the foot of the statue. Then, moving to sit on your knees, you placed your hands together and bowed your head. Your eyes slipped shut as you steadied your breath.

You weren’t well educated. Reading, writing, and such was far above your knowledge. So learning about the aeons was something you could never delve into along with the fact that your village had only one or two books. You did try to teach yourself once, but that proved to be too difficult and a tutor was out of the question considering your money situation.

But you could still hope.

“I am so sorry, but I do not know your name nor the rules you evoke, and I do not wish to be so foolish in being greedy towards you or in asking for things for when I don’t even know who you are. So… all I will ask of you is to be happy. I do not know what will happen to me, my family, or the village, but I hope that seeing you is a sign of better things to come. Rest well, dearest god. I hope that your name will resurface once more, someday.”

Ending your prayer, you had gathered your belongings and had made an attempt to stand, but instead you found yourself falling forward, your breath heavy as your vision blurred.

You were tired, you could feel it in your bones as you closed your eyes for a moment. Today’s work was tough on you, sleep just out of reach, and tonight you figured that the work waiting for you will be even worse.

When you tried to stand again, you ended up right back on the floor. Your cheek pressed hard into the cool marble ground as your fatigued mind started to drift. You knew you needed to get home. You knew that you couldn’t, shouldn’t, sleep here, and yet…

You curled into a ball, your body moving to lay on your side as you let out a shuttering breath. Your eyelids felt heavy as you drifted off into a silent slumber. And in your sleep, you did not notice the statue or how it started to radiate a small warmth around your shivering form. The wind and the cold not reaching you at all as your breathing evened out.

"Foolish brat."

The words were lost in the vastness of the ruined shrine.

[matchalovertrait]

Will the truth prevail? 🤔

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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NOTE: The build is by the awesome @authorspirit! One of my favorite builders ever. Seriously, I feel like I try to snatch all the builds from her 😆 Unfortunately, my screenshots didn't do the place justice. You can check it out here.

NOTE: Selene is pronounced like Seh-leh-neh. No, the "mrow" was not a typo hehe

NOTE: Imagine this whole conversation was in Spanish! Speaking of which, "Andele güey" is basically Antonio saying, "Way to go, man," in a sarcastic way or "see what you did?" I'm not really sure how to translate that directly. And before anyone comes for me, no I don't mean "andale," I do mean "andele"! That's what my family says lol

[Antonio's Apartment; Del Sol Valley, California]

[It was midnight when Antonio heard a knock on the front door... but he wasn’t expecting anybody? Before doing anything, he looked through the peephole in case it was anyone dangerous.]

[It was Yoltic! When Antonio opened the door, the guy with the red hair strutted inside and promptly handed Antonio a packed meal in a brown bag.]

YOLTIC: Uber Eats delivery!

[A puzzled Antonio placed the bag on the surface behind him.]

ANTONIO: ..Thank you for the lunch?

YOLTIC: Dulce made you vegan enchiladas. You never showed up to the party, so she asked me to bring you some. Her family and friends were asking for you.

ANTONIO: Really? I hardly talked to them.

YOLTIC: Yeah. Do you know how difficult it was to defend your absence in front of your girlfriend and in-laws? You’re welcome for that.

ANTONIO: Not my girlfriend. Not my in-laws.

SELENE: Mrow.

ANTONIO: Andele güey, you woke up the cat.

YOLTIC: Oops! Sorry, Selene.

YOLTIC: ..Listen, I wanted to talk to you.

ANTONIO: Right now?

YOLTIC: You’ve been acting weirder than usual lately.

ANTONIO: You’re not completely normal either.

YOLTIC: Don’t try to change the subject!

ANTONIO: I’m fine. You can go home now.

YOLTIC: Then why have you been hiding? You leave at the most random times.

[START FLASHBACK]

NOEMÍ: Are you sure you're not also an actor? Something about your face tells me you’re famous.

ERICK: We are near Hollywood after all!

DULCE: I see Angel and the rest of the family!

ANTONIO: Sorry to crash the party but we need to head inside now.

YOLTIC: Hey, why the rush?? 5 more minutes!

[END FLASHBACK]

ANTONIO: I have a busy schedule.

YOLTIC: Then why’d you go on Operation Fox? That’s not like you either.

ANTONIO: I couldn’t let Isabela win.

YOLTIC: I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. And as your best friend, I think I deserve to know the truth.

ANTONIO: Truth about what?

YOLTIC: You know what I’m talking about. Weren’t you the one that said “truth prevails” in court?

ANTONIO: You know I have to say shit like that. This is a waste of time. I’m going to sleep.

YOLTIC: You haven’t been sleeping! I know you work long hours, but I can see something is bothering you. You have the day off tomorrow, anyway. Just let me help you.

ANTONIO: Nothing is bothering me!

YOLTIC: Fine! You leave me no choice!

[Yoltic handed Antonio a folded-up sheet of paper. Antonio stared at him. What the hell is this? He turned around to unfold it.]

ANTONIO: ...How did you-

YOLTIC: Now do you want to talk?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! 👋 I don't get all the vitriol about the lack of consequences of Malleus's OB. Twst has never given any serious consequences to any villain so far. Riddle, Leona, Vil and Idia have also tried to kill Ace, Ruggie, Niege and the whole world respectively. Rollo tried to wipe out all magic from the world which would kill entirety of Fae or potentially other magical species. Fellow was involved in human trafficking. None of these people faced any serious repercussions for what they did. If it was done before but not now I would understand the frustration. Among all OB boys Vil & Malleus are the only ones who apologised. Also you mentioned in your book 7 finale post that you were surprised about the lack of death and destruction because of Malleus's UM. But I'm more confused as to why you were even expecting that. Malleus's UM was never meant to cause death or destruction in fact it was precisely to avoid those sad occurrences he decided to use his UM. So it's no wonder there were no deaths or serious property damage out side of NRC. We have already seen Silver as baby sleeping for 400 years by fairy magic and being completely fine. Only danger was the loss of autonomy which thankfully was stopped. Malleus literally had a part of his body mutilated which is the most on the nose consequence we have seen. Yes it was necessary to stop him still doesn't change the fact it is mutilation. Plus I don't think post OB flashbacks were meant to shift the blame to the bv senators. Even though I don’t like them their actions in universe make sense. I think all flashbacks merely explain the OB boy's past experiences and circumstances. It doesn't justify there actions in present only provides an understanding of their motivations and character. Life doesn't exist in a vacuum. Malleus's flashbacks merely explains why he is the way he is now. It doesn't rights his wrongs. People are shaped by their experiences and circumstances. Since not many people can relate to most OB boy's circumstances it becomes hard to empathise with them. I am NOT saying people should not criticise or dislike a character. Just saying that lack of accountability & consequences isn't something unique to Malleus. Lack of control over our my life and circumstances is something I have been dealing with since i was born so I know from experience how suffocating and hopeless it feels. Even if someone understands it doesn't change of help my situation whatsoever. I relate to Malleus feelings about his own situation. It doesn't makes his decision right but I understand his thought process. People can understand other but still dislike them. Understanding does not equals to justifying. I hope I didn't offend any one. My sincere apologies if it came across as such.

Have a good day or night Raven!

Before I get to sharing my commentary, I'd like to make a quick clarification. "Vitriol" (cruel and bitter criticism or outright insulting) is a very strong word to use here. I don't doubt that some people are vitriolic about the ending. However, to label most or all critique as "vitriol" detracts from the discussion, as it paints those not happy with it as blindly hating on Malleus and ignores any plausible points they may have. Let's acknowledge the entire spectrum of reactions, including just... plain disappointment and everything in-between that disappointment and vitriol. It's not all coming from a place of blind hatred or refusing to understand him, some of that critique is very much coming from a place of understanding but still disliking the outcome.

I can't speak for everyone, but I personally haven't seen many people claiming "Malleus and ONLY Malleus should be given severe consequences." Twst has frequently been criticized for the lack of serious consequences for ALL of its OB characters (and its Halloween event characters). I particularly find Playful Land distasteful because they casually never address what happened to the non-NRC victims of the operation. And notably, Idia came close to *checks notes* oh yeah, letting monsters out of hell and causing an apocalypse. Just because Malleus is currently being discussed--as he is the most relevant--doesn't negate the fact that past OBs + Halloween characters were critiqued in a similar way. Few people are denying that the other OBs also did terrible things and only got off with a slap on the wrist. We're not conveniently ignoring past sins, it's just that we're talking about the most recent one now. (Few corrections to some points brought up on this topic though: I believe Riddle apologized as well; it's also NOT canon that wiping out magic would kill fae or other magical creatures, simply because fae are more inclined to magic doesn't mean losing that magic kills them.)

I'm aware that Malleus's intent was not to harm anyone with his UM, and that his UM only put them to sleep. However, I just cannot suspend my disbelief. Even if he didn't mean to hurt people or to cause damage, there surely were potential issues with 20,000 individuals falling asleep mid-whatever activity they were doing. The scale is large enough for there to be a non-zero chance that someone wasn't accidentally injured or even killed. Swimmers? Drivers? People cooking? What about those with preexisting health conditions like sleep apnea and diabetes? And even if we accept that Malleus magically suspended their bodies in stasis, isn't magic limited by one's imagination?? Malleus doesn't strike me as someone who understands a lot about health conditions, technology, etc. How would his magic know to stop cars (something he admits to never having ridden before in A Firelit Sky), to cease bodily demands for care, etc.? The latter (ie bodies atrophying from lack of sustenance) is even mentioned at least twice by the Shrouds as potential threats to their wellbeings. Why would they bring it up multiple times if not to insinuate a fear of consequences??? Yes, Silver was able to sleep unageing for 400 years, but we cannot be certain that magic is the exact same as whatever Malleus was using, or that their imaginations worked the same way. I would find this less surprising if they actually explained how it is that everyone was without injury, like having the Shrouds confirm that the lack of sustenance was not a real issue. Them not addressing the theory at the end only makes me suspicious. If it wasn't a problem to begin with, why even have them mention it more than once? At that point, just don't include the dialogue implying this at all.

I think to just chalk it up to "the only danger was the loss of autonomy which thankfully has stopped" is minimizing potential issues that could result from this. Realistically, it would be a huge problem that the (future) sovereign of a country took such a drastic move; this would surely affect relationships with other nations so I find it strange that this isn't really touched upon. (A similar issue was mentioned by fans with Leona's attempt on Malleus's life in book 2, but again, we're discussing Malleus here because he's most relevant; the lack of realistic consequences for the other characters is an entirely separate problem.) They did bring up Malleus's grandma apologizing and condemning her grandson's actions, but that doesn't go in enough detail--how are the other nations reacting to this??? And again, bringing back the 20,000 statistic--I also find it strange that the writing only mentioned a group of people who loved Malleus's dream magic and make zero mention of any people who were traumatized by it?? Like, you'd think at least a few people would have felt upset, violated, or even confused about the matter??? That's not even counting all the NRC students we had to shock awake, some of which cried or had emotional breakdowns over it. It's strange how the narrative ONLY focuses on reassuring us that Malleus's actions didn't actually affect anything when, given the numbers, it would have, at least emotionally/mentally/psychologically. And how come no relatives were mad about what happened to their kids? NRC (and RSA, I presume) have the children of many prominent families in attendance; you’re telling me none of these people got upset or tried to retaliate? Even though we know some of them take extremes (looking at you, Mrs. Rosehearts)?? 'm not saying I want Malleud to have harmed anyone or to be made a public enemy; I want a more balanced understanding of the consequences of his magic. Like, why isn't there also... I don't know, mention of therapy or social support being provided for those experiencing shock after waking up from the dreams? To help them get back on their feet? I would have accepted even the off-handed mention of something like that.

Again, I'm not speaking for everyone here (I know that some people find damaging a horn to be a "good" way of regulating his unchecked magic), but personally I was pretty squicked by that. I agree that Malleus should have limits placed on his power, but I think it should have been done through some other method like... I don't know, Maleficia magically "grounding" him or something. (Like maybe we struck the horns but it didn't actually chop anything off; his grandma places a spell that limits what he can do afterwards?? Or maybe Malleus himself permanently sacrifices a ton of his magic to Lilia in order to revive him.) I wince a little whenever I see Malleus with that broken horn because I can't help but think of a real-life animal with an equivalent injury. A cat that's been declawed, a ram with a broken horn, a bird with its wings clipped or its beak blown off, etc. It makes me feel really bad for him 💦

I think a lot of people see the broken horn as being the most "severe" of consequences because a part of Malleus was essentially broken. It's visible, unlike mental or emotional scars, and the sad truth is that people are quick to condemn something that's easy to see rather than something that's not (ie potential psychological fallout or trauma). None of the other OB boys have to walk around with a physical reminder of what they did, so Malleus is perceived as being the "most hurt" in the eyes of the fandom. I'm still not entirely sure what the effects are in-universe though??? Like how does this impact his everyday life, what spells is he still able to use, does the area hurt, does it affect his balance or other aspects of his life?? He doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, but that's probably due to the time skip + for plot convenience; it would really help us better understand the fallout if the next main story update elaborated. Malleus is unique in that he was also never previously held accountable for his actions (outside of book 7). Endless Halloween Night, his general lack of genuine effort to listen to his peers when they tell him off or try to explain why he messed up, actual attempts to harm civilians or mages he knows are less powerful than him... None of it results in real consequences. At most, he gets scolded a little but doesn't truly learn from that scolding, so he's doomed to repeat the same mistakes. It feels like part of the reason why people want Malleus to "face the music" is because he never had his privilege previously challenged. People are too scared to due to his magical might and social status--and now, when he's set before the world's stage, is the most likely time when he'd actually have to look in the mirror and reflect on his past mistakes. Not only the OB, but also his hubris in general. Some people also just feel that Malleus will not grow as a character (as he has demonstrated issues with this outside of book 7) without facing the other repercussions of actions he directly took. No one's calling for Lilia to permanently die because they want to see Malleus suffer. They're saying that if Malleus ended up doing no harm to anyone or anything, if Malleus doesn't have to face Lilia's mortality (the thing he OB'd over), will he really have learned anything in the end? Is there anything pushing his current beliefs or challenging him to change? There's a difference between calling for "more punishment" (which I think is what's being conflated here) and "more accountability". I think most want the latter, NOT the former. Most of us don't want Malleus to be harmed or ostracized further--what we do want is for him to realize that he messed up and to think long and hard about what he can do to make amends. The scale of what he did was grand, so doesn't that also warrant he make up in a similar way? One party and apologizing to a fraction of the people he affected is only accounting for some of it. (For example, I would have personally wanted him to formally address everyone he impacted, not just NRC.)

Mmm... The OB flashbacks are definitely meant to explain, not excuse, the related boy's actions. If it were only Malleus's flashback in isolation, I would have perceived it as such. However, it wasn't just that flashback. It was everything else in the narrative explaining away any potential issues resulting from his magic. It wasn't a few details either, it was several. When you add them all up, it creates... this feeling that the narrative is pushing HARD for you to feel a certain way about Malleus specifically. No other past OB has had so many details thrown our way to reassure us that the OB boy actually did as little damage as possible. We weren't explicitly told the destroyed rose maze was fixed in a jiffy with magic, or that no students were injured when Riddle OB'd. We weren't explicitly told that Ruggie made a full recovery and bears no grudge against Leona, or that his victims healed very quickly. We weren't explicitly told that Azul shoving tentacles down people's throats didn't traumatize any mobs. Etc. (And to be clear, I've shared my own complaints about how easily the other OBs were forgiven too, particularly Azul with customers flocking back to his restaurant.) The opposite is true for Malleus, so that it feels a bit,.. much. We are explicitly told many things and then nudged to not worry about them.

My own issues with the flashback in part stems from worries with the fandom reaction to it. Malleus has historically been a character that the fandom is EXTREMELY protective of, so much so that people are willing to push the onus onto anyone but him. I've literally seen fans blaming Lilia for Malleus not having social skills rather than accept that Malleus being awkward is a combination of factors (factors which include Lilia's enablement but also include Malleus's own learned complacency + not understanding humans). When the flashback opens with the senators blessing Malleus, it (unintentionally) presents fans with an easy target to redirect their anger and pin the blame on. Even if the Twst universe doesn't push all the characters to hate the senators and blame them for Malleus being the way he is, the fans certainly will.

To summarize: very few people are saying "Malleus and Malleus ALONE is experiencing a lack of accountability and consequences." A lot of the current focus on Malleus is because he is the most recent OB, operates on a much larger scale than the other OBs, and has a history of not receiving consequences in other incidents. None of this negates previous critique lobbed at other characters who got off with little or no consequences.

I hope that helps you understand why some Twst fans have such different opinions regarding book 7's conclusion! I also hope that this doesn't diminish your own enjoyment of book 7 or of Malleus's character in any way, just shows you an alternative perspective. I can tell from your passionate words that his story really resonates with you (and there are many others that feel the same!), so that makes me really happy. I wish you guys nothing but the best; please give your lizard boy all the adoration!

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I very much agree with this. On one hand i do feel the need to say that we don't know a lot about regulus so he might as well have been a DE out of free will, however he was also born into a family where such believes were normalized. He was raised to believe all of that and its very fair to assume that becoming a DE was more of an expectation then a choice. In the end he also did change, he cared for Kreacher and did what he could to protect him.

What we don't know is if he believed in pureblood supremacy but i feel that's for own interpretation. (Personally, i believe he didn't know better, based on the way he was raised and such.) I believe that if Serius had gotten him out of that house and away from that family when he decided to leave (which preach, good he got out and got a good family) I do think he would've been a good person and been a great asset in the war against Voldy. He was one of the biggest reasons as to how Harry found the horcruxs, say what you want but that teenager died defying the man everyone feared.

On the other hand we have snape, who during his time as a student called his ONLY friend a slur used on people who were (i think?) being actively killed at the time. Snape had no reason to think this way or say what he said, so why did he do it? He insulted his only friend and when she decided to stop being friends with him he got upset. (Besides that he himself was muggleborn, ‘the half blood prince’ dumbass name btw, so why did he do that??)

Besides that, we have the fact that Lily loved James and not Snape. Lily didn't choose James over Snape, she simply chose James, which is a separate matter from Snape having been cruel to her in such a manner. Snape didn't have anything to do with that and yet he despised James for it. So much so that he bullied/treated his, but also her, son unfairly.

On top of that we have the fact that the only reason why he decided to become a spy was because Voldy began targeting Lily, not because he realized he was in the wrong or that the DE’s are bad. He only switched sides for his obsession with Lily. I fully believe that had it not been for Lily that he would’ve been Voldy’s most loyal DE till his death.

I saw someone say that he loved Lily and wasn’t obsessed but that’s not true. I saw someone else (I don’t remember where or who) make a very good point of James and Lily having fitting patronus, a stag and a doe compliment each other. They are their own people, but they work together. Snape had Lily’s doe, why? He doesn’t match her, he HAS her. Weird in my opinion.

On top of being all that, the man was unfair to any students that weren’t in his house, mainly the Gryffindor’s. Neville watched/had his parents be tortured to insanity by Bellatrix and yet she wasn’t the one that walked out of that closet. It was Snape. This teacher was so cruel to a child that he became the thing the kid feared the most. That’s fucked up.

In the first scene we have of him he asks Harry, a boy raised by muggles and who was cut off by any and all types of magic his whole life, an advanced question. Which I’m pretty sure was a trick question cuz the two things were the same, but don’t quote me on that.

Snape wasn’t good. Ever. He had an insane obsession with Lily, she was the sole reason as to why he decided to help the Order. Not because he believed in their beliefs. Snape was a terrible person and most definitely not the hero some make him out to be.

"you can't defend regulus and not defend snape"

actually, yes, i can. watch me.

snape was a child abuser, who regularly insulted, embarrassed and physically injured his students on a daily basis. he only was part of the order bc he had an unhealthy obsession with his childhood bestfriend, who he called a slur on several occasions. who he, on top of trying to kill her husband, didn't care about her child or family until her life was in danger. he only became "good" when the woman who had rejected him several times might have been injured. he was such a terrible teacher and human being, that one of his student's BIGGEST FEAR was him. he was racist and a blood supremecist, even though he was a half a blood himself. he was not "morally gray", he was a horrible person.

regulus black was forced to become a death eater by his family, and in the end, betrayed voldemort and gave up his life to try to end the war. he loved his house elf, and did everything to make sure kreacher made it out alive. he was not an abuser, he was the abused.

so, yes, i can defend regulus and not defend snape.

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My Way 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, abuse, violence, meanness, degradation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Brock Rumlow

Summary: your marriage is safe, not happy.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You grit your teeth as your skin sticks to the leather. You push your head back and whine through your teeth as a swat comes to quiet you. You seal your lips to hold back.

Brock fists your hair and yanks your head back. Your neck strains and your shoulders ache, the cuffs tugging on your wrists. He thrusts against your ass, each time slapping without relent.

"You fucking take it," he snarls as your spine aches. Your stomach presses heavy against the bench, arms extended as your kept trapped by his furry and the restraints. Your legs are bent, ankles hooked in the metal hoops.

You hiss and hum, head hanging from his grasp as his force ripples through you. He bends further to scoop his other hand around your neck. He grips your head as he ruts harder and harder.

"Fucking slut. You really think he wants a whore like you?" He jerks your head meanly, your neck cranking too far back. "He fucking didn't, did he?"

You moan.

"Say it. Not fucking good enough."

"No, sir. I'm not--"

"And who do you belong to?" He snarls.

"You, sir."

Fuckinf right, cause why?"

You suck in a sharp breath, "no one else... wants me."

"No one," he rams into you harder. "Fucking no one. Especially not that shield-clutching fuck," he grunts and his hips tilt erratically.

He slams into you over and over, filling you as it drips out around him, smearing your ass and the end of the bench. When he's done, he slides out and lets the mess fall onto the floor. You quiver and slacken against the leather-lined horse.

"Mmm," he hums as he moves past you, ass flexing as he struts into the bathroom.

You stay as you are. You have no choice. Your wrists are cuffed, ankles hooked. You can only languish in the aftermath.

He takes his time. The faucet runs, then the shower. You zone out as you wait. The numbness sets in as the tingles fade.

He comes out with a yawn. He slaps your ass as he passes. He opens the dresser and pulls out a pair of briefs he steps into them and meanders towards you. He bends to undo the cuff and leaves you again.

You free yourself with your one free hand. You lift yourself from the leather, your back panging with your movement. You put away the cuffs and attachments. You wipe clean the leather, tidying up the clothes strewn around the floor.

You finish up and pull on the loose night shirt he nearly tore off. You go out and pour him a scotch. He's smoking on the balcony. You bring it out and the night air chills you.

No thank you. You don't expect one. He grabs the glass and drains it. He hisses and hands it back. You turn and he snaps his fingers.

"Here," he points in front of him then flicks his cigarette over the railing.

You put the glass on the table and go to him. He puts you in front of him. He kicks your feet apart and you grip the railing.

He bends you just enough. He rolls his briefs down under his dick, stroking himself. He prods along your cunt and slips inside. Not easily. It's never easy.

He has no patience. He thrusts you onto your toes.

You lean on the railing for support. He pumps into you, hands on your shoulders, hips pulsing. You whine and he digs his nails into you.

You quiet and let him use you. Like every night. Every morning. Any time.

Again, he leaves you leaking. Alone. You clean that up as he goes to watch TV.

He ignores you as you lock the balcony door. You leave him, knowing better than to speak at that moment. You take your chance to recover in the shower, that rare time there's no expectation.

When you're done, you put on a fresh linen sleep shirt and settle into bed. The blare of the TV keeps you awake. You're used to it. Even when it's quiet you don't sleep very well.

He comes to bed after midnight. He fucks you again and rolls over. You smell like him.

You stay until the clock strikes four. You get up to make his breakfast and coffee. He's up at five. He eats ravenously and has you refill his cup twice.

"Fucking jerkoff," he grumbles. "I can already hear him. Always got a fucking plan."

You nod and listen patiently. You know who he's talking about but you never say the name. He huffs and snarls.

He looks at you and his disgust deepens. You pout and shake your head. What did you do?

"You still want to fuck Captain Fuckhead?" He sneers.

You blanch, "no, sir."

"Like he'd fuck you anyway," he slams down his empty mug. You get up instinctively and reach for it and he grabs your hand. "Like I'd fucking let him."

You gulp.

"Understand? You are mine."

"I know, sir."

"He married that bimbo anyway," he lets go. "No more. Get my fucking clothes."

You recoil and take his mug to the sink. You retreat into the bedroom and pick out his usual. Always black.

It is always black around here. Grim. Oppressive. You forgot what it's like not to be afraid that you barely notice.

He goes into the bathroom. You lay out his clothes on the bed. You step back and stare at nothing in particular. You try to remember how you got so deep in. Try to figure out why you ever said I do.

Well, what would he have done if you hadn't?