...to this blog. HA! got ya. you aren't getting rid of me that easily. >:) anyway, as you may know already from my panic and complaining over the past week, my whole blog has been marked explicit by t*mblr. none of my posts (new and old) show up in tags anymore, which is a huge blow for me as a fic writer. so, I'm officially moving over to my new blog -> @lunarify !!
this blog will stay up ofc, and I won't delete any fics. if everything goes back to normal, maybe I can return (but I doubt it'll be anytime soon)
thank you all so, so much for the love and support here <33 I hope to see you on my new blog!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
[FRATLEB x READER] Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother, Perses, at a frat party? || CW: 18+ mdni, smut, frat/nerd!au, nerdleb is Caleb, fratleb is Perses, virginity loss, mating press, spit kink
Can you really call Caleb your best friend after losing your virginity to his loathsome twin brother at a frat party?
The answer gets muddied with each harsh thrust Perses delivers into your slick cunt. One hand pushing your knee to your chest and the other groping a handful of your tits.
Does he care that you're his geek brother's best friend or a virgin? Probably not. To him, you're just a tight pussy he gets to drunkenly fill tonight. So he's not in the business of being gentle or sweet, but it's not like you have any complaints if the sounds of your moans are anything to go by.
Maybe the reality of the situation would've kicked in if not for the alcohol running through your system. All you can focus on is the way Perses's cock fills you perfectly.
And… maybe the alcohol also helps you blur Perses into Caleb. They are identical, after all.
You run your fingers through Perses's shaggy hair and push his bangs higher. Those violet eyes scan your blissed out expression with intent, analyzing carefully.
Just like Caleb, you wistfully think.
That's the same expression he gave you when you told him you wanted to go to a frat party for the first time. Of course, Caleb didn't want to join you, opting to pull and all nighter at the library for his exam on Monday. So you went all alone, feeling like a lamb to slaughter surrounded by strangers in a packed frat house. The only source of comfort being his brothers familiar face.
Perses pushes your leg higher, letting him hit you at a new angle that makes you gasp and writhe. His heavy cock buries into you deeper than before.
"Ca-"
He swallows your voice with a deep kiss, tongue delving into your mouth—it's hot, demanding, all consuming. It's like he wants to possess you, engrave himself in you so that you can belong to no one else but him—least of all his brother.
He tastes like cinnamon, remnants of his drinks tonight. You lean into it, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He completely dominates your mouth until you're breathless, panting as he pulls away with a string of saliva to connect you. He smears it against your lower lip as he scowls.
"So fucked out you can't even remember whose cock you're takin'," Perses scoffs under his breath. He grabs your jaw and forces you to focus your half lidded eyes on him. His face is flushed in a way you've never seen Caleb's. "Now, say my fuckin' name."
He emphasizes each word with a powerful thrust that slams the headboard.
"Perses." His name comes out in a whisper. It's as if saying it any louder will solidify this moment in truth—you're fucking your best friend's twin brother. The best friend you have a crush on. You're so fucked. In more ways than one…
He clicks his tongue, slowing his hips to an agonizing grind. "Don't get shy on me."
You buck your hips, in a desperate attempt to get him to move but he holds steady. Uselessly, you claw into his biceps and whine, "Please, Perses!”
"Louder," he commands. When you say his name again, there is a wild, triumphant grin that forms on his lips. He grips your jaw until you open your mouth to complain. "Good. Now, stay like that."
With your mouth pushed open and him leaning his weight against you, you can only watch as he spits into your mouth. You flinch as it lands in your mouth, a little catching on your bottom lip. He pushes your mouth closed.
"C'mon, swallow," Persus goads. He leaves you utterly humiliated by him, and the sick part of you is enthralled by it, craving it. He watches your throat bob as you obey him. Your pretty eyes stare up at him the whole time as he well and truly claims you.
A/N — originally supposed to be longer but i’m tired of this rotting in my drafts :’) i hope you enjoyed tho!!!!!
[XAVIER x READER] You dye his hair black. | fluff, established relationship, inspired by these edits, unedited
You gather a fat glob of thick, black dye on your gloved hand and slap it onto Xavier's head with little grace. His eyes widen slightly in the mirror's reflection but he stays still and quiet as you get to work on lathering his hair, making sure each silver strand is coated. Instinctively, he leans into your touch, shoulders going lax as your fingers slip through sections of his hair.
The hair dye was your idea. The two of you browsed the hair care aisle while doing errands. The brightly colored hair on models caught your eye as they stared back at you from the boxes with their big smiles. It made your mind wander to images of Xavier. His natural silver hair was already abnormal, so what would it be like to see him in a darker color? He rarely dresses himself in darker clothes, and the times he has, you could never take your hands off of him.
You suggested it up while he was skimming the label of a shampoo bottle. You held up a box of dye with the best puppy dog face you could muster. "I bet you'd look super hot." That was your best argument, and he didn't fight it. He only shrugged and said, "if that's what you want."
And you were right—so, so right.
Slowly, his pale hair disappears beneath the inky dye. Already you can see a change in his appearance—darker, bolder, contrasting. His eyes are brighter, staring at you through the mirror. He's almost a whole new person. You'll never understand how he can switch from those sweet, rounded eyes to something sharper and seductive at the drop of the hat. Now, no one would be able to underestimate him looking like this.
Your hands falter as you pull back his bangs for one final run through.
"Satisfied yet?"
You reach for a plastic bag, the same one you used to carry the dye home, and slip it over his head. You tie it around his head to keep the color in before slipping your gloves off and tossing them in the trash. You set up the timer on your phone and set it onto the counter. "Not yet. We need to wait at least thirty minutes before rinsing and styling it."
"Really?" He pats the plastic on his head. You swat his hand when he tries lifting the edge of the bag to peek.
"Uh-uh, leave it alone," you scold. "Let it set."
He catches your hand as you reach to readjust the makeshift cap, laying your hand against his cheek to nuzzle into. The bright blues of his eyes look up at you with calculated innocence. "How should we pass the time then?"
Despite how ridiculous you think he looks with a plastic bag wrapped around his head, you don't fight as he pulls you in for a kiss.
…
A thorough rinse underneath the faucet and a quick blow dry later he's sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a brand new look. You try your best to keep a neutral expression and not let yourself drool as you stare at him. Maybe you should buy a few fake face piercings online tonight with expedited shipping. A lip ring, brow piercing, nose piercing… yeah, that will definitely tie the look together.
"Do you like it?" He asks, looking curious, almost shy, as he turns his head to look into the mirror.
It was hard enough to keep your hands off of him earlier, but now you can't help but lace your fingers through his soft hair.
"Like is an understatement," you confess with a smug smile. "I was totally right—you do look hot. More importantly, do you like it? You're gonna be stuck with it for a bit."
He hums, settling his hand on your hips to guide you down onto his thigh. He makes slow circles with his thumb over the exposed skin on your hip where your shirt rides up as he leans into your neck. His breath tickles your skin when he replies, "as long as you like it, I like it."
A/N — just for funsies and for my wife @gardenialily <33 trust that i love my silver haired bf but if he had black hair i’d pounce on him and you’d never be able to pull me off
[MALFUNCTIONING ANDROID!CALEB] overstimulates you until you cry | CW: 18+ mdni, smut, a smidge of angst, overstim, crying, light aftercare
You should have taken Caleb to the shop to get checked out after he took a fall and clipped his head against the edge of a kitchen counter. He insisted he was fine, pushing his hair back to show you his forehead, clear of scratches or dents. His pupils looked fine, no slurring, or amnesia, but you should have remembered he wasn't exactly human with human symptoms.
No, his issues appeared in different ways.
"C-Caleb!" You slur, a mess of drool, sweat, and cum staining your skin. Your aching body has been pushed past its limit for an hour now, and Caleb is still drawing out more and more orgasms from your poor, weeping cunt.
He hasn't given you a single break to catch your breath, not that you really want one. The pleasure borders on pain, overwhelming and all consuming. Usually, his heartbeat monitor would alert him of your over-exhaustion, letting him know you need a break and set him into aftercare mode, but not tonight.
He doesn't seem all the way here. There's a dullness in his eyes that you're not used to—just an android focused solely on pulling as much as he can out of your body.
You've lost track of how many times Caleb made you come. Three? Five times? All alternating between his mouth, fingers, and cock until your body trembles at the slightest touch.
You're left as nothing but a twitching, sensitive mess beneath him. Your ability to think slipped out a long time ago, probably around your third orgasm when he bent your knees to your chest and sank his cock into your creamy pussy.
Caleb pinches your swollen clit, making you squirm and gasp, tears pooling in your eyes. "One more. You can take it," he insists, rubbing your aching thigh.
"N-No, c—ah!—can't!" Your lower lip trembles as he looms over you, determined to draw another orgasm from you. Your chest rises as you attempt to take a stuttered breath. "Please, I can't anymore!"
"You can," he grunts, bullying his cock back into your puffy cunt. As much as you whimper and squirm, your walls suck him in until he's balls deep in you. "Look—she's taking it so well. I know she wants more."
"Sensitive," you whine, arching into his thumb pressing down on your clit.
"'S alright, you're such a good girl. You can take it."
Once he starts pounding into you again, your aching thighs tremble. He's pushing you past your limits, and you're having trouble keeping up. Tears spill over and run down your temples as you hiccup his name. "Ca-Caleb—ngh—'s too much!"
You sob and claw your nails down his chest when he angles his hard thrusts into your spongey walls. Something snaps in you as another orgasm crashes over you in powerful waves. "F-Fuck!"
Caleb doesn't stop though. He fucks your through it as you shake and sob around him. "Knew you could do it," he purrs, swiping his thumb at the corner of your eye.
"Yes," you gasp, digging your fingers into his shoulders. Not quite pushing him off, but hoping he can feel it enough to slow down. "No more, o-okay?"
"One more," he presses, pulling your face back when you try turning away to wipe the tears into the pillows. "You can take it."
You curse and make your decision before he can well and truly wreck you. You find the divot of his power button on his sternum and press down.
Caleb jerks as if he was shocked, body locking up, and his eyelids begin to droop as he's forced to reset.
"Sorry," you whisper when his body gives out on top of you, burrying you beneath a mass of synthetic parts and metal. Trying to slip out from under him nearly takes up all your strength, but you free yourself and catch your breath, still trembling from your orgasm and the aching feeling between your legs.
Caleb's head is turned toward you, eyes half opened—dull, lifeless. A fresh wave of tears nearly spill from you for a different reason, but the familiar hum of him coming back to life makes you wipe away any trace of them.
"Caleb?" You murmur, reaching out to touch his cheek. He's still warm beneath you.
He blinks, eyes refocusing on his surroundings before zeroing in on you and your red rimmed eyes. His own widen as he assesses the situation and recalls his memories.
"Are you alright? Shit, I'm so sorry." He pulls you into his chest as you sniffle.
You go limp, sore all over but safe in his arms. "'m fine. Sorry I… turned you off."
"Don't be. Don't ever hesitate if I do that again, you hear me?" He pulls you into tighter, running his soothing hand over your back. "C'mon lemme hear you."
"Okay," you mumble, eyes fluttering as the exhaustion finally catches up. "But we should get you checked out later."
He hums in agreement, the vibrations of his chest pulling you into darkness. "Yeah, but for now let me take care of you."
A/N — still haven’t gotten varka (whatever I don’t want that beautiful beefy tall dual wielding anemo man anyway eww yucky 😫) but I wrote this through the tears bc I miss my beloved android caleb <33 hope you enjoyed!! let me know what you think + rbs always appreciated! thanks for reading! (˶˃𐃷˂˶)
[COWBOY!CALEB X SHEEP HYBRID!READER] Caleb has a hard time adjusting to a new hybrid on the ranch.
♡⸝⸝ CONTENTS — hybrid!au, fem!reader, jealousy, possessive thoughts, pinch of angst, mainly fluff, vague mentiones of a breeding farm as part of readers past, feat. cowboy!sylus, a new hybrid has entered the villa ranch: Zayne!
♡⸝⸝ FAE'S NOTES — ram hybrid!zayne is here!!! no need to read the previous drabbles to read this and let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see from this au. i think i want to focus more on building up reader and zayne's relationship next time before they you know... anyways happy reading my lovelies <33
main masterlist | hybrid masterlist
You like Zayne, and Caleb can't stand it. He's had to watch you trail after the ram hybrid for the past two days, helping him get acclimated, chatting his ear off about your favorite napping spots, and smiling like there are hearts in your eyes whenever he's around.
He thought you'd be more hesitant given your history growing up on a breeding farm and being around aggressive rams. You weren't old enough to be paired off and bred luckily. But ever since you ran away, you still haven't been around any rams.
So the two of you sat at his computer and scrolled through a list of potential rams on a website specifically for connecting hybrids during their heats. Zayne caught your eye almost immediately—handsome, educated. You nearly started drooling at the sight of him and immediately snatched the mouse away from Caleb to click on his profile.
When Zayne first arrived at the ranch, you darted out of the house, breakfast hardly touched and looked out on the porch as a car pulled up to the fence.
"It's him!" You exclaim as Caleb walked onto the porch. The scent of sweet maple syrup still clinging to him.
He tried not to let his grimace show as a figure stepped out of the car. Pale horns sprouted from his dark hairline and curled back just below his ears. He looked just like the photos from the agency's website.
"Wow, he's-" you trailed off. Your short tail wagging behind you said enough.
"Alright, enough gawkin'," Caleb drawled. He rubbed his thumb over the corner of your mouth, wiping away the strawberry jam left there from the big bite of toast you had. You swatted his hand away and whined his name. "You gotta go introduce yourself, right?"
"Yeah, but…" You chewed on your lower lip and glanced back at the other hybrid who was scanning the ranch's wooded perimeter. "What if he doesn't like me?"
Caleb scoffed, "He'd be stupid not to like my girl."
You smiled and looked away, shoulders shrugging inward. It was unsurprising you were a little nervous to meet him. The only two people you were really familiar with were him and Sylus.
His own smile grew, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. As willing as he was to make you comfortable through this years heat, he couldn't stand knowing someone else would be taking care of you. It should be him.
"C'mon, let's go before you chicken out."
Caleb called out to the hybrid as the two of you approached the fence. "Zayne, right?"
"Yes, that's right." The hybrid nodded, looking between the both of you before settling on just you. His gaze raked over you for a second.
Too long for Caleb's liking. He tried not to let his smile fall.
It took a second for your star stuck brain to respond. You were slowly inching closer, probably not even realizing it. "Nice to meet you!"
Zayne cracked a smile as he inclined his head toward you with a short greeting.
Caleb observed the two of you, and suddenly, he felt out of place. The shared, soft smiles you gave one another—shy, hesitant, akin to an innocent crush is forming—made something inside him flip between recoiling and lashing out.
"Let me show you around," you offered, reaching for Zayne. Your hand grazed down his arm and brushed his hand. He flinched but didn't make any moves to shy away.
Inside his chest, Caleb could feel that beast clawing, aching to be free and pull the two of you apart. He clenched his fist and tamped it down.
This was for you to get through your heat painlessly. He couldn't ruin it by scaring away Zayne.
And from then on, it felt like the two of you were inseparable. You were excited to have a new friend on the ranch, and Zayne seemed interested in every little nook and cranny you showed off. He was polite and attentive toward you, which was perfect, but not when it got in Caleb's way.
When you announced that you wanted a snack, Zayne was already up trying to find you one before Caleb could react. You were chilly during a movie and Zayne handed you a blanket before Caleb could drape one over you.
So many small minute actions built up to make him feel replaceable. Even though you assured him that after your heat is over, everything will return to normal, and it'll go back to just being the two of you, but it didn't feel that way.
At least you still slept in bed with him.
"So, when do you think they'll-"
"Don't even say it," Caleb grits out, holding a hand up before Sylus can finish the thought.
The two of them are repairing the southern fence, and simultaneously watching as you peer around a tree to look at Zayne, who is reading a book beneath it.
"I'm just wondering," Sylus says, bending down to grab another nail from the worn toolbox at his feet. "You can always come over for a few days so you don't have to stay here."
Caleb glances back at him. He doesn't know where his ranchhand goes after work, but he doesn't think he wants to know either.
"I'll be fine," he dismisses, hammering in a nail. The wood creaks, nearly splintering with the force of his blows.
Sylus gives him a once over. "Uh huh, sure," he says dryly.
Caleb doesn't like the feeling poisoning his body, the scratch that can't be itched, the growing frustration building in his chest. He has to remind himself this arrangement is for you, to make sure you get through your heat painlessly.
But, he selfishly wants you to himself. No one else should touch you, not Sylus, and certainly not some ram he hired.
You probably like having Zayne around. Sheep flock together. Maybe you're too lonely on the ranch with just him. But what's next? You asking to leave—beyond the ranch, beyond the forest—to a life without him beside you. Zayne could probably convince you that you're better off with another hybrid, not some beast like him. No. He won't let you go. You're better off here.
"-the fence."
Caleb pauses, hammer mid air and looks at Sylus with an undeserved glare, and growls, "what?"
Sylus doesn't flinch under his icy stare and repeats himself. "You're going to break the fence."
When he looks back, the wooden plank he was holding up has cracked in his grip. He curses and lets go.
"Clear your head. I'll finish up here." Sylus gently pries the hammer from his hand and ushers him away. "Go for a run or something."
When he hears your laugh, the jealousy flares again. You're sitting together now. You lean against his shoulder. A content smile on your face as you cozy up to him.
"Right, I'll head to town and get us some lunch."
"No heart shaped homemade sandwiches?" Sylus teases as he bats his eyes.
Caleb glares, flinging off his gloves to throw at his face and grumbling under his breath, "she likes them like that."
Sylus never lets him live down the one time he switched your sandwiches.
"Going to Gideon's bar I'm assuming?"
"Yep." He hasn't seen his old friend in a while. Might be nice to catch up and get his mind off you and Zayne for a bit. "Same thing?"
Sylus nods and goes back to hammering the fence. Caleb takes a breath before heading over to the two of you, putting on his best casual smile.
You notice Caleb first, ears perking up as he gets closer. Zayne drags his eyes away from the book, giving him a short nod of acknowledgment.
"You two hungry? I'm headin' to Gideon's."
"Yes!" You cheer. "Strawberry smoothie, please."
"I'm fine. I've eaten," Zayne responds.
You cling to his arm, and shake your head. "You should try one of his smoothies! You like sweets, right? They're perfect if you're craving something sweet."
Oh, so you already know what he likes. Wonderful.
Zayne glances at you, noses just about to brush, before looking away with a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Okay, one for me, then."
"Great." He tries not to let it come out too sarcastically. "I'll be back in an hour or two."
"Wait!" You scramble up, dusting off the dirt and grass clinging to you and scamper over to throw your arms around him.
Tension in his shoulders melt away as he pull you in close. "Yeah, what's up?"
You pull him in for a short kiss on the cheek. "See you later. I'll miss you."
A/N — sorry for the rush at the end I didn’t know how to wrap it up and my other wips are collecting dust as I continue to be obsessed w this hybrid au oops… but lmk what you thought + reblogs always appreciated! thanks for reading! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
[COWBOY!CALEB X SHEEP HYBRID!READER] Caleb has a hard time adjusting to a new hybrid on the ranch.
♡⸝⸝ CONTENTS — hybrid!au, fem!reader, jealousy, possessive thoughts, pinch of angst, mainly fluff, vague mentiones of a breeding farm as part of readers past, feat. cowboy!sylus, a new hybrid has entered the villa ranch: Zayne!
♡⸝⸝ FAE'S NOTES — ram hybrid!zayne is here!!! no need to read the previous drabbles to read this and let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see from this au. i think i want to focus more on building up reader and zayne's relationship next time before they you know... anyways happy reading my lovelies <33
main masterlist | hybrid masterlist
You like Zayne, and Caleb can't stand it. He's had to watch you trail after the ram hybrid for the past two days, helping him get acclimated, chatting his ear off about your favorite napping spots, and smiling like there are hearts in your eyes whenever he's around.
He thought you'd be more hesitant given your history growing up on a breeding farm and being around aggressive rams. You weren't old enough to be paired off and bred luckily. But ever since you ran away, you still haven't been around any rams.
So the two of you sat at his computer and scrolled through a list of potential rams on a website specifically for connecting hybrids during their heats. Zayne caught your eye almost immediately—handsome, educated. You nearly started drooling at the sight of him and immediately snatched the mouse away from Caleb to click on his profile.
When Zayne first arrived at the ranch, you darted out of the house, breakfast hardly touched and looked out on the porch as a car pulled up to the fence.
"It's him!" You exclaim as Caleb walked onto the porch. The scent of sweet maple syrup still clinging to him.
He tried not to let his grimace show as a figure stepped out of the car. Pale horns sprouted from his dark hairline and curled back just below his ears. He looked just like the photos from the agency's website.
"Wow, he's-" you trailed off. Your short tail wagging behind you said enough.
"Alright, enough gawkin'," Caleb drawled. He rubbed his thumb over the corner of your mouth, wiping away the strawberry jam left there from the big bite of toast you had. You swatted his hand away and whined his name. "You gotta go introduce yourself, right?"
"Yeah, but…" You chewed on your lower lip and glanced back at the other hybrid who was scanning the ranch's wooded perimeter. "What if he doesn't like me?"
Caleb scoffed, "He'd be stupid not to like my girl."
You smiled and looked away, shoulders shrugging inward. It was unsurprising you were a little nervous to meet him. The only two people you were really familiar with were him and Sylus.
His own smile grew, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. As willing as he was to make you comfortable through this years heat, he couldn't stand knowing someone else would be taking care of you. It should be him.
"C'mon, let's go before you chicken out."
Caleb called out to the hybrid as the two of you approached the fence. "Zayne, right?"
"Yes, that's right." The hybrid nodded, looking between the both of you before settling on just you. His gaze raked over you for a second.
Too long for Caleb's liking. He tried not to let his smile fall.
It took a second for your star stuck brain to respond. You were slowly inching closer, probably not even realizing it. "Nice to meet you!"
Zayne cracked a smile as he inclined his head toward you with a short greeting.
Caleb observed the two of you, and suddenly, he felt out of place. The shared, soft smiles you gave one another—shy, hesitant, akin to an innocent crush is forming—made something inside him flip between recoiling and lashing out.
"Let me show you around," you offered, reaching for Zayne. Your hand grazed down his arm and brushed his hand. He flinched but didn't make any moves to shy away.
Inside his chest, Caleb could feel that beast clawing, aching to be free and pull the two of you apart. He clenched his fist and tamped it down.
This was for you to get through your heat painlessly. He couldn't ruin it by scaring away Zayne.
And from then on, it felt like the two of you were inseparable. You were excited to have a new friend on the ranch, and Zayne seemed interested in every little nook and cranny you showed off. He was polite and attentive toward you, which was perfect, but not when it got in Caleb's way.
When you announced that you wanted a snack, Zayne was already up trying to find you one before Caleb could react. You were chilly during a movie and Zayne handed you a blanket before Caleb could drape one over you.
So many small minute actions built up to make him feel replaceable. Even though you assured him that after your heat is over, everything will return to normal, and it'll go back to just being the two of you, but it didn't feel that way.
At least you still slept in bed with him.
"So, when do you think they'll-"
"Don't even say it," Caleb grits out, holding a hand up before Sylus can finish the thought.
The two of them are repairing the southern fence, and simultaneously watching as you peer around a tree to look at Zayne, who is reading a book beneath it.
"I'm just wondering," Sylus says, bending down to grab another nail from the worn toolbox at his feet. "You can always come over for a few days so you don't have to stay here."
Caleb glances back at him. He doesn't know where his ranchhand goes after work, but he doesn't think he wants to know either.
"I'll be fine," he dismisses, hammering in a nail. The wood creaks, nearly splintering with the force of his blows.
Sylus gives him a once over. "Uh huh, sure," he says dryly.
Caleb doesn't like the feeling poisoning his body, the scratch that can't be itched, the growing frustration building in his chest. He has to remind himself this arrangement is for you, to make sure you get through your heat painlessly.
But, he selfishly wants you to himself. No one else should touch you, not Sylus, and certainly not some ram he hired.
You probably like having Zayne around. Sheep flock together. Maybe you're too lonely on the ranch with just him. But what's next? You asking to leave—beyond the ranch, beyond the forest—to a life without him beside you. Zayne could probably convince you that you're better off with another hybrid, not some beast like him. No. He won't let you go. You're better off here.
"-the fence."
Caleb pauses, hammer mid air and looks at Sylus with an undeserved glare, and growls, "what?"
Sylus doesn't flinch under his icy stare and repeats himself. "You're going to break the fence."
When he looks back, the wooden plank he was holding up has cracked in his grip. He curses and lets go.
"Clear your head. I'll finish up here." Sylus gently pries the hammer from his hand and ushers him away. "Go for a run or something."
When he hears your laugh, the jealousy flares again. You're sitting together now. You lean against his shoulder. A content smile on your face as you cozy up to him.
"Right, I'll head to town and get us some lunch."
"No heart shaped homemade sandwiches?" Sylus teases as he bats his eyes.
Caleb glares, flinging off his gloves to throw at his face and grumbling under his breath, "she likes them like that."
Sylus never lets him live down the one time he switched your sandwiches.
"Going to Gideon's bar I'm assuming?"
"Yep." He hasn't seen his old friend in a while. Might be nice to catch up and get his mind off you and Zayne for a bit. "Same thing?"
Sylus nods and goes back to hammering the fence. Caleb takes a breath before heading over to the two of you, putting on his best casual smile.
You notice Caleb first, ears perking up as he gets closer. Zayne drags his eyes away from the book, giving him a short nod of acknowledgment.
"You two hungry? I'm headin' to Gideon's."
"Yes!" You cheer. "Strawberry smoothie, please."
"I'm fine. I've eaten," Zayne responds.
You cling to his arm, and shake your head. "You should try one of his smoothies! You like sweets, right? They're perfect if you're craving something sweet."
Oh, so you already know what he likes. Wonderful.
Zayne glances at you, noses just about to brush, before looking away with a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Okay, one for me, then."
"Great." He tries not to let it come out too sarcastically. "I'll be back in an hour or two."
"Wait!" You scramble up, dusting off the dirt and grass clinging to you and scamper over to throw your arms around him.
Tension in his shoulders melt away as he pull you in close. "Yeah, what's up?"
You pull him in for a short kiss on the cheek. "See you later. I'll miss you."
A/N — sorry for the rush at the end I didn’t know how to wrap it up and my other wips are collecting dust as I continue to be obsessed w this hybrid au oops… but lmk what you thought + reblogs always appreciated! thanks for reading! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
[cowboy!Caleb x sheep hybrid!reader] Caleb loves toying with your sensitive ears. | CW: fingering, heat mentions, ram hybrid!zayne mention, jealousy, 18+ mdni
Caleb is a bully.
Even as you writhe against him, whimpering and pathetically mewling, his fingers are relentless inside your wet cunt, curling and pressing down against your sweet spot until you feel close to gushing all over the couch.
"C-Caleb!" You claw down on the thighs beneath your spread legs. He noses against your soft ears. The sensation jolts through your entire body, and your throbbing walls clench down on his fingers. "Q-Quit it!"
"But you like when I touch your ears."
You squirm against his clothed cock that's been pressed against your ass for the past half hour. "Not when-"
"When you're close to your heat? Yeah, I know you get sensitive here." To prove his point he gives your ear a little tug to which you mewl, arching into his fingers. "I know you best, right?"
Your hips jerk into his hand when his thumb circles slowly against your swollen bud. "Y-Yes!"
"More than Sylus," he affirms quietly, not that you can even hear him past your own whimpers, "more than a ram ever will."
With your heat approaching soon, not even Caleb will be able to help you. The two of you learned the hard way last season when you could hardly move because of the pain. Nothing helped, not even the multiple orgasms he tried giving you with his hands, mouth, and cock.
This season he managed to find a ram hybrid who could help you with your heat. He already looked into the hybrid extensively. Did the proper background checks, stalked his socials, stalked him in person, etc. As much as Caleb hated to admit it, this Zayne guy seemed perfectly adequate to help you through your heat next month.
In the meantime, Caleb will do what he does best and take care of you now because no one will ever please you the way he can.
You rub your head into his hand. A silent plea to help you come. He gives your ear another tug while his fingers press against your walls, petting a sweet spot that makes your toes curl. "Just need you to remember that."
"I will! P-Please, Caleb," you whine, burrying your face into the crook of his neck. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, hot and aching. "Want…”
"Hm, what do you want?"
He strokes down the length of your ear, and you tremble in his arms with a stuttered reply, "w-wanna—ngh—come!"
Caleb will be done teasing you soon enough. He needs to make sure the ram hybrid knows exactly who you belong to when he shows up and you never forget. He'll just have to pump you so full of his cum, your scent will be undeniably his.
A/N — wow this hybrid!au is taking over my brain sorry to all my other wips :’) here’s some more hybrid stuff
[cowboy!Sylus x sheep hybrid!reader] Sylus feeds you strawberries. | fluff, unedited
A familiar head of white hair, carrying a sweet scent, steps into the barn.
"Sy!"
"Hi, sweetie," he drawls once his eyes land on you lounging against one of the resting horses. He raises a wicker basket covered with a checkered cloth. "Guess what I have for you."
You scramble up to meet him halfway, already salivating, and grab at the basket. He raises it above his head before you can snatch it.
"Ah, patience," he says, poking your forehead back. "I know you're excited."
"I'm hungry," you huff, crossing your arms.
He strides over to a hay bale and pats the spot beside him. "Caleb didn't give you breakfast?"
You think of the full spread Caleb had laid out for you this morning, like always, and almost start drooling. But one peek at the bright red strawberries tucked away in his basket, your stomach starts to growl again.
You shrug, pawing at his shoulder. "I want more."
Sylus flips the cloth off the basket to reveal fresh strawberries. You peek around him at the barn enterance for any sign of Caleb. He hates when Sylus gives you treats. Not because he doesn't want you having any, but because he wants to be the only person who gives you treats.
You don't think that's fair. Everyone should give you treats.
"Alright, open up for me."
Sylus lifts a strawberry to your lips, and you part them to bite into the tangy fruit. Juice smears against your lips and trickles down your chin. He wipes it away with his thumb, tracing up your chin to your lower lip.
He eyes the way your lips, soft and plush, glisten. "Good?"
You nod, opening your mouth again, eager for more. He hand feeds you a couple more until the basket is nearly empty and he has edged closer to you, thigh touching, shoulders pressed against each other. You bite off another piece, cheeks happy and round, completely oblivious to how close you've got to him.
Someone clears their throat from the entrance. Caleb leans against the open barn door, arms crossed, with a cold glower. "Am I interrupting?"
Sylus is unphased by his sudden appearance, but you yelp, huddling behind Sylus's back.
"No, we were just finishing."
"Great!" Caleb's voice drips with sarcasm. "I think the pig pen could use a clean. Do you mind?"
Sylus licks off the lingering juices left on his fingers and leans in close. You almost think he's going to kiss you until he stops just short of your fluffy ears. "This was fun. I'll see you later."
You whisper your own goodbye with a giggle and watch him leave with the basket, sparing one last glance over his shoulder before he disappears around the door. No doubt you'll see him later, maybe with blueberries!
A/N — if you’re reading this, you’re my strawbaby! let me know if you’d like to see more hybrid stuff <333 divider: @/strangergraphics
[cowboy!Caleb x sheep hybrid!reader] Caleb catches you trying to sneak out of the ranch again. | feat. cowboy!Sylus, possessive Caleb ofc, unedited
"Where do you think you're goin'?"
You freeze, one hand on the latch leading to freedom, and wince. Maybe if you don't turn around Caleb will walk away, but his scent, musk and linen, only grows stronger. His presence behind you is commanding, casting a shadow over your form.
"'m talkin' to you." His tone is stern. He isn't asking again.
"Outside," you confess, ears flattening against your head.
Caleb sighs, sliding his hand over yours to pull you away from the fence. You let out a pathetic whine as he leads you back toward the house.
"I just-"
"Uh-uh," he interrupts. "You know I don't like when you leave the property."
You pout, digging your heels into the dirt. He pretends to be pulled back, but you both know he could easily drag you home if he wanted to. "I'm bored! I want to explore!"
"And I told you-"
"Something the matter?"
You whip around to find Sylus, one of Caleb's newest ranch hands, by the chicken coop. His hat is pushed back to reveal his raised, questioning brow, sweat matted hair sticking to his forehead. He has a few wooden planks hoisted over his shoulder, muscles bulging against his t-shirt.
You like him—he lets you play beyond the fence when Caleb's not looking, and he gives you the sweetest fruits as a treat. Caleb likes him too. A "good and efficient worker", he says.
Wriggling your hand free from Caleb, you scamper over to Sylus and throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. "Help me, Sy."
Sylus's hand rests on your back in a half hug as he chuckles, "I don't think Caleb will be very happy with that."
"C'mon, let's go." Caleb calls your name sternly, but you refuse to budge. Instead, you slink around to hide behind Sylus's back.
"A little run around the perimeter won't hurt her."
Caleb crosses his arms, fingers curling into his bicep. "Sun's already setting, and I've gotta get your dinner ready. I can't look after you out there."
Sylus shrugs and leans the planks against the fence. "I'll watch her."
"Yes!" You cry, squeezing your arms tighter around Sylus.
"No." Caleb sighs when your face falls, running a hand down his face. He looks between you and Sylus. Your eyes are shining in the golden hour light, a small pout on your lips. "Fine, I'll take you."
You unlatch yourself from Sylus, tail frantically swinging behind you as you run back to Caleb. "Yay, you're the best!"
"I spoil you too much," he mutters, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to tuck you to his side.
Sylus gives you a conspiratorial wink as Caleb guides you back to the fence. "Have fun, you two."
A/N — everyone say thank you to @maemi324 for the hybrid idea!!! it rotted my brain and I just had to write a little smth… okay next imagine cowboy!caleb getting jealous when he has to bring ram hybrid!zayne to help you w your heat
a special request: werewolf!Caleb loses control during his first heat with you. | CW: biting, breeding kink, knots, possessive behavior, feral hairy Caleb
There's something desperate and wild in his movements. A whimper here and a whine there. Caleb can't help himself—can't fully control himself—when he grinds against your underwear, desperate to feel your wet, hot cunt wrapped around his throbbing knot.
It's his first rut with you—or at least, with you as his girlfriend. Before the two of you got together, he had to lock himself away for a week. One hand furiously stroking his cock while the other scrolled through pictures of you until he came all over himself, knot pathetically squeezed between his fist while he wished it was buried in you.
Now that he has you in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent stirs his cock against his pants painfully.
"Please, please," he begs, rubbing his face against your cheek in a pathetic attempt to cover you in his scent. "Wanna mark you. Make you—ngh—make you mine."
You grimace as his stubble, you swore he shaved off earlier, scratches your skin. The hair on his body grows a little out of control during his ruts. His hair has grown a couple of inches, falling over his eyes and curling against the nape of his neck. Not to mention the patch of hair on his chest, and the thicker happy trail leading down his abdomen.
"Please," he whines, trailing his nose down your neck. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling unintelligible words. All the while, he grinds his erection against your clothed pussy.
Maybe his pheromones are rubbing off on you too because your panties are soaked through. All his pleading and his thick cock pressing against you has your body weak and pliant beneath him.
"You sure?" You card your fingers through his hair and he whimpers.
"Yes, I'll be careful."
Your heart almost cracks hearing him reassure you despite him being the one in heat.
"Just wanna…" He drags his hand down your stomach, cupping your pussy. "…breed you. Give you pups."
Despite your body arching into his touch, you laugh, "you know that's not happening."
He groans, hooking his finger around your panties and pulling them off. A string of arousal clings to them. He takes a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to lick you clean. "I know, I know. Just entertain me."
"Fine." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Breed me then."
—
Caleb ruts into you with a frenzy and desperation you've never experienced before. His stamina never falters. No matter how many times you come around his cock, his thrusts never stutter, just stuck chasing his own relief.
You lie prone beneath him, taking all that he gives, drooling and thoughtless and a dripping mess on the sheets.
"'m sorry, sorry, s-sorry," he slurs as he molds himself against you, trapping you against the bed. One hand gropes your breast, and the other claws at your belly. "I can't- I gotta-"
Then you feel it—his teeth. The sharpened canines graze your neck, not quite sinking in yet.
"I need to make you mine. No one—mphm—no one's ever gonna take you away from me," he growls against your skin.
"I'm already y-yours," you moan, tilting your head to give him fuller access to your neck.
He kisses your neck, nibbling a bit of skin, as his thrusts grow sloppy. His grip on you tightens, unwilling to let you squirm as his cock hits your gummy walls.
The words 'mine' and 'need to' are slurred over and over against your skin, and you feel the wetness of his saliva dripping down your neck.
Your body only shudders in response to his cock bullying your sensitive cunt and his finger finding your swollen clit instead of focusing on how his teeth steadily sink into your skin.
Each wild thrust pushes you into the mattress. Your trembling hand reaches up to find the longer strands of his hair and tug to anchor yourself.
Wrong move.
You squeal his name, tears dotting your lashes, when he growls and his teeth finally clamp down on your flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood. Your body locks beneath him, shocked by the pain and spilling over into pleasure as you come around him.
His cock swells, stretching you further than you've ever been before. Hot cum floods you, drenching your walls and filling you. It's uncomfortable at first with the way he still tries to fuck himself into you despite the knot refusing to let him, but he gradually relaxes as he pulls his teeth from you, licking your wound clean.
The two of you are stuck, a mess of cum and sweat staining you both, connected by his bulbous knot sitting nicely in your cunt.
"You're mine," he murmurs, nosing the fresh claim on your neck.
Your eyes begin to flutter as the world fades. You sink into the bed as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb against your stomach where his knot is swollen beneath. "All yours."
A/N — @kisses-then-more and I were thirsting so hard over werewolf!Caleb and going back and forth w headcanons so I stuffed some of them into this drabble >:) if anyone else has werewolf!Caleb headcanons I am allllll ears
as always, let me know what you thought and reblogs appreciated! thanks for reading! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ
★ CW — making amateur 'home movies', Xavier; cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, Zayne; unprotected sex, backshots, cumshot, Rafayel; oviposition, breeding kink, mating press, belly bulge, Sylus; blow jobs, pet name (kitten), edging, begging? Caleb; camgirl, masturbation, video sex
★ NOTES — I saw a ff16 Clive edit to p*rnstar by nessa barrett and the thirst inspired me somehow oops
XAVIER
Making a sex tape never really crossed Xavier's mind. Mainly because he doesn't see the need for it. He's already between your legs at every opportunity he gets, and he has every part of you memorized.
He only agrees because you want it for when he disappears on long missions.
It's hard to keep your phone steady when Xavier is ravenous between your thighs, sucking your sensitive pearl between his glistening pink lips.
He kisses your clit one last time before looking up between your thighs at the camera. "Get a good angle?"
You wish your phone could pick up on the pink flush across his cheeks, but the view otherwise is downright sinful. The lower half of his face is coated in your juices as he takes in your wrecked state with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Mm, not really," you muse, zooming in a bit to fill the screen with his pretty face. You're sure half the video is either pitch black or just shots of the top of his head. It's hard to focus on keeping anything in frame when he's slotting his tongue in your cunt.
"I can hold it. You just focus on feeling good," he suggests, already prying your phone away.
You're about to argue that he can't do all the work when his fingers sink into your pussy, sliding past your slick folds without any resistance to the knuckle. A weak gasp is your only response as you sink against the pillows, instantly forgetting whatever argument that was on the tip of your tongue.
Your mind too muddled in pleasure to resist as he fingers you, curling his fingers and adding one more to stretch you open. Once his mouth joins, sucking and grinding his tongue on your clit, your body jolts in response.
"Ah, Xavier!" Your free hands pull at his silvery locks as he hums against your pussy. You rock your hips against his mouth, chasing your peak, feeling it rise—hot and fast. Almost too fast.
He strokes your walls expertly with his long fingers, having memorized every inch of you already, knowing exactly what spots make your toes curl and your back arch.
But this time, what he's doing is something else, something too intense.
"Wait, wait I- I think-" You attempt to scramble away to but he keeps two hands firmly on your hips, gripping you so tight you have no choice but to take it.
You come hard and fast, back arching against the sheets, crying his name. He doesn't take his mouth off you, licking up every drop that gushes on his tongue. By the time he comes up, the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices.
You try to steady your breathing, head spinning and legs still shaking in the aftermath.
"Did I just-" You trail off when your cheeks start to burn. The sheets below you are wet against your skin.
"Yeah," he says, an almost dreamy sigh comes after as he licks his lips clean, wiping off the cum streaked across his cheek with his hand.
You notice his other hand still gripping your hip. "Xavier? Where's the camera?"
You look off to the side where your phone is laying face down. Who knows how long it's been there? You shoot him a glare. He has the audacity to look innocent with his eyes going round.
"Oops, my hand slipped," he pouts, cupping your sensitive pussy. "Take two? I can make you squirt again for the camera."
ZAYNE
He has a secret (not so secret to you) collection of all your nudes and videos in a private folder on his phone. He thumbs through them whenever he misses you.
He LOVES adding to his collection. His favorites are the close up shots of your body preferably with his cum splashed on your back or leaking from your cunt. Welcome to my pervert Zayne agenda…
"I think she's ready." Zayne parts your folds with two fingers, bringing the camera up to record the way your cunt drools down your thighs. He collects the slick on his fingers, smearing it back over your swollen lips.
You bury your face into the pillows, feeling completely exposed to not only Zayne's eyes but the cold lens of the camera. Your thighs are aching from how long you've been propped, ass up for him as he gets his perfect shot.
He pulls the camera away before sucking the mess off his fingers.
"Please," you moan, rocking your hips back to press against his obvious bulge. All the teasing he's done to you while holding himself back has only gotten him even more worked up. You peel your face from the pillow to look back at him. Your pouty lips and watery eyes only earn you a low groan.
"You're beautiful," he says, moving the camera to snap a photo of your expression. "Stay like that."
You bite your lip. He looks about to burst right then. The camera clicks rapidly a few more times as he adjusts the angle. It's a huge ego boost knowing how easily you can turn Zayne on and how obsessed he is with you and your body, how easily it gets him hard just thinking about all your curves and your pretty face on the edge of ecstasy.
"I know pictures last longer, but I can't," you murmur, pressing harder against his cock.
"Sorry, I can't help myself when it comes to you," he confesses, sliding his hand down the expanse of your back, massaging a handful of your ass. He undresses himself with one hand, the other never leaving your skin.
You watch his dexterous fingers move down the buttons of his shirt, popping off each one by one to expose more and more pale skin. You almost wish you had your phone to record too.
Zayne slips his shirt off and undoes his pants. His cock, neglected by his desire to focus on getting the perfect photo of you, springs against his belly once freed, already weeping and red.
You spread your legs wider as he aligns his tip with your slick, tight cunt. He eases in slow, hissing at the way you squeeze him, hands gripping your waist to pull you onto him.
Your lashes flutter as he pushes in until he bottoms out. It's so good to finally have something filling you other than his fingers. "F-Fuck, feels like 'm gonna come already," you moan, as he rubs at your swollen clit.
"Don't hold back then." Zayne takes all of his pent up energy out on your poor, sensitive cunt. You squeal into the pillows, grasping for stability as his thrusts punch into you rhythmically.
The peek of your orgasm approaches fast and so does his as his thrusts growing more and more unrestrained.
He pulls out, using his hand to get himself the rest of the way, before coming in a hot stream over your back.
"Hold still," he orders, still catching his breath. The camera clicks again. "Perfect."
RAFAYEL
The two of you have a secret porn account. No faces, just fucking. The face you make when you come around his cock is just for him.
The account blew up because of one thing—the ovipostion. People are fascinated, glued to the screen watching as he breeds you with his eggs. The comments are always feral and begging to see just how much you can take before you break.
"I'm stretching you out good, huh?" Rafayel all but purrs as he folds your thighs to your chest. "Getting you nice and ready for my eggs."
His presses down on your abdomen where his cock is spearing your walls with each hard thrust. You squeal and squirm against his unrelenting pressure but don't get anywhere.
"S-So full," you slur, grabbing onto his hand and blinking away the tears gathering in your waterline.
"You're so cute like this. Are you gonna cry?" He thrusts his hips once, hitting that spongy sensitive spot, making you clench around him. You've already come twice now in preparation for his eggs, so every little movement is making you writhe.
"Ah! Ngh, R-Raf!" You yelp, the tears in your eyes spilling over, hand clawing at his hips.
He dutifully wipes them away for you. "What, my beloved?"
"I-"
"Can't speak?" He takes the camera that was set up on a tripod, pointed at your entwined bodies, and brings it to where you connect. "We can let this do the talking then."
The slick sounds of his intense thrusts mixing with your desperate pants are no doubt getting picked up by the mic.
"Hah, f-fuck—ready, beautiful?" He pants.
You nod, mouth and tongue failing you when you feel the swell of his cock. It stretches you until you're trembling around him, cunt throbbing as your body tries adjusting to the new size.
No matter how many times you've done this, you still tense up in the beginning.
But you guess that's what people like. Listening to you whimper, watching you squirm.
"Breathe," he reminds you, low enough that the phone won't hear. A comfort for only you. His own breathing is drawn, close to a whimper as the first egg passes from him to you.
When it begins to slide in, kissing your cervix, you claw at Rafayel's chest, trying your best not to jostle him for the camera.
The tears flow down your temples, breath growing quicker. Whimpers and sobs falling from your lips as the egg, no bigger than your fist, breaches your womb. It sits snug inside you, jostling with each thrust, but there's still more to come.
Your thoughts drift as another egg is deposited into you, knocking against the other one seated in your womb. The bump of your stomach growing more and more visible and the fullness in your womb makes you shift. "Mmph-"
Rafayel grabs your hips to keep you still. "Ah, no moving. Gotta show the audience how good you take it."
You try your best to breathe through it, laying as still as possible as another slips into you, eyes nearly rolling back. Three round eggs sit nicely inside you, heavy and filling.
He pulls out of you slow, careful not to jostle you too much, and turns the camera off before tossing it onto the bed. Editing can wait. First, he needs to tend to you. He laughs at your dazed expression. "Still alive?"
You mumble something, tongue still tied, resting a hand on the bump of your abdomen.
Rafayel lowers himself to kiss the swell. "You did so well."
(NOW IMAGINE IF HE HAD TWO CO- *blows up*)
SYLUS
Don't get mad, but Sylus is fairly vanilla. I SAID DON'T GET MAD!
He's not making some crazy, raunchy sex tape where you fuck ten ways to Sunday. And if he does make a sex tape, it's meant for your eyes only, and it's intimate. Low light, up close shots, just the sounds of your lips around his cock and his low breathy moans.
"Take it in your mouth, kitten," he instructs, a gentle hand guiding your chin toward his stiff cock.
He leans against the couch cushions, phone in hand with your pretty face on screen, looking up at him with round eyes. Your lips part, tongue peeking out to give his already weeping head a lick.
He's salty on your tongue. Your hand wraps around the part of his shaft you can't take into your mouth. You start slow with your mouth bobbing off the head of his cock, running your tongue over his slit.
He groans, head falling back against the seat. His hand is tight around the phone, gripping it as steady as he can to keep your pretty face in focus.
"Good," he praises. "You can take more though."
You take him deeper, wrapping your hand around the half you can't fit. Your head bobs around his cock as you tease him slow with your mouth.
You want to work him up—have him beg for you on camera, if that's even possible. That's your real mission.
You kiss his tip, batting your lashes up at him as your hand works his cock slowly.
He raises a brow, a silent question.
"Say please," you purr.
The ever impossible man laughs—in your face. The flush across his cheeks and the heavy rise and fall of his chest are a hopeful sign. "Is that what you want from me?"
You nod, trailing your tongue up from his base and along his shaft, eagerly listening to his shuddering breaths.
"You'll—ah—have to give me a reason to beg."
It's a challenging smirk versus your icy glare. You look into the camera that's still focused on you. "I'll have you begging in minutes."
"I invite you to try."
You don't back down from his invitation and go back down to tease his shaft with slow, strokes.
The teasing goes on until you know he's about to come. The way he slumps against the cushions, eyes shut with his head back, Adams apple bobbing, heavy breaths escaping—all the signs you've learned to pick up on.
You bring him to the height of pleasure only to pull away at the last second—over and over. His hand reluctantly lets you pull away. "Ready to beg?"
"You'll have to try harder than that, sweetie." He lets out a dry chuckle that makes you huff. You take his cock in your hand again, holding him tight as you thumb over his leaking tip.
He hisses, hips jerking into your grip, and you smirk.
"One little please won't kill you, Sy." You grab his hand and bring the phone closer to his lips. All he sees in its vision are your glossy, swollen lips. Sweet eyes batting up at him as you ask him to beg for you. "Just once."
Maybe it'll take a little more to break him. One more push closer. Maybe you'll have to climb onto his lap. Or maybe-
"Please."
You're almost left in a state of shock as the word leaves his mouth. Part of you never thought you'd get here, and the other only feels the ache between you legs with the desire to hear it again.
CALEB
You're a fairly unknown camgirl. At most, you'll have three people watching your streams at a time, and you better believe Caleb is there 100% of the time.
He's your top donor. When your streams are quieet and it's just him, you even address him by his username and ask what he'd like to see.
Got carried away with Caleb's part, read the whole fic on my old blog here! Please read my A/N before you click away tho! <33
A/N — thinking of potentially turning Rafayel's part into a full length fic. let me know if you're interested in reading more! do you want more oviposition (ik I do... pls tag me in the fics) anyway, thanks for reading! comments and reblogs always appreciated (◠‿・)—☆
colonel!Caleb makes you grind on his boot. || CW: roleplay, restraints, boot riding, inspired by verdant wetlands, 18+ MDNI
Pressure.
You're forced to your knees, naked, before the Colonel. With your hands tied behind your back, the metal of his necklace digging into your wrists, you have nothing to catch yourself with. Your face crashes into his leg.
"Silly girl," he chides, hooking a finger beneath your chin to guide your face up to his. "You're not supposed to touch me."
You whimper out a pathetic apology, but he releases your face to sit back in his chair, legs crossing.
"Since you want to break the rules, this will have do instead." He shoves his boot between your legs, pushing smooth leather against your throbbing cunt. "C'mon, take it."
You blink at the black tactical boot pressed against you then back at him. His elbow props against the armrest as he leans his head against his palm. He watches you expectantly.
Your legs spread wide to lower your pussy to meet his boot on the floor and shift your hips experimentally. The first pass gives a bit of resistance that makes you wince. The leather surface isn't slick enough to easily move against yet, but you keep going just like he wants.
Though you'd rather be bouncing on his cock instead. It strains against his pants in front of you, taunting you, and it's hard to take your eyes off him as you slide your pussy against his boot, pretending it's his cock. It's almost like you can feel the phantom of him filling you, keeping you satisfied, sitting deep in your wet heat. Your movements come to a slow halt as you attempt to lean against him.
He snaps his fingers twice. "Getting distracted?"
"No," you pout, shaking your head. Your arms shift behind your back as you continue grinding down, shifting your weight, rubbing against the rough shoelaces, using the tip of the boot to stimulate yourself against the hard rubber. The wetness leaking from your pussy is making it so much easier to rut against him now.
The stitching and edges catch against your swollen clit, and you swear you see stars burst behind your eyes as you tilt your head back with a moan.
You hear the groan of his chair. His fingers are curling around the armrest, holding back from grabbing you to take what you both really want. The sloppy sounds of your pussy sliding back and forth on his boot, making a mess on it, he's bound to snap.
He leans forward and your heart jumps, thinking he's finally going to crack. "Open your mouth."
You obey and soon after two leather fingers are shoved between your lips. It's bitter on your tongue, but you moan around them anyway. They stroke your tongue like an attempt to recreate what he'd do inside your walls.
"Close?"
Your attempt to answer comes out garbled behind his fingers while your hips desperately continue to hump his shoe like a bitch in heat.
His finger slips out of your mouth, bringing a trail of saliva along with them.
"Colonel." The title escapes you like a desperate breath. Your body tenses, wanting nothing more than to fall against his leg, rub your face against his knee, and cling to him as you come.
"Say my name."
"C-Caleb!" You cry as your body is finally sent over the edge. You gush on his boot, leaving a slick, creamy mess all over the black leather.
"Lick it clean. And when you're done…" His belt comes undone. "…I'll give you what you really want."
A/N — everyone thank @kisses-then-more for feeding me even more ideas for this drabble <33 as always, let me know what you thought and reblogs appreciated (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ divider: @/cafekitsune
Xavier doesn't like when you wear Lumiere's clothes. 18+ MDNI
It started with a picture of you kneeling on your bed, a playful grin, and Lumiere's coat draped over your bare body. One shoulder exposed, breasts pressed together, high angle showing off the rest of your body snug in the white fabric.
No matter how many times you begged, Xavier refused to wear the outfit while you fucked. If he wasn't going to wear it, why not you?
Xavier appeared on your balcony a minute after you sent off the picture, tapping the glass door with a serious frown. He barely let you utter a teasing hello before stepping past the threshold and pulling you against him for a searing kiss.
"Take it off," he demanded, tugging at the sleeves.
"But it's so comfy." You pulled out of his arms and sauntered toward your bed.
"I'll give you one of my sweaters then."
"I like this more." You slipped off the other shoulder, tracing a finger down your chest. "Doesn't it look good on me?"
"No."
You were about to snap at him for being so harsh, but he appeared before you suddenly. His unimpressed, lowered gaze as he stood above you made your pussy ache. He slotted himself between your legs, leaning down until you were forced back against the bed.
"I think it looks much better on the ground." His hands gripped harshly onto the lapels and pulled. Without your arms holding the jacket closed, it flew open, revealing your nude form to his eager hands. "So take it off."
That's how you ended up face down on the bed, Xavier plowing his cock into your dripping, abused cunt, with the sleeves of Lumiere's jacket tying your wrists behind your back. He's working you up to your third orgasm.
He pulled the first two from you with his mouth, tonguing your sensitive clit until tears leaked from your eyes. Then, just when you thought he'd forgive you for your little stunt, he flipped you onto your stomach and stuffed you full as you trembled around him, still high off two orgasms. He only tied your hands back when you tried squirming away.
"Lumiere's not going to fuck you like this," he grunts, pulling you back onto his cock like you're his personal fleshlight.
"Ngh—X-Xavier!" You squeal as he pounds into your gummy walls.
"Y-Yeah, that's right. Say my name—only mine."
You whimper his name again as he takes his frustration out on you, and you can't say this isn't exactly where you hoped to end up.
A/N — another drabble inspired by an ask I received :3 comments and reblogs always appreciated thanks for reading (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ divider: @/cursed-carmine
dad!Xavier puts on a light show for your daughter | pure fluff, unnamed daughter, you're married
The low rumble of thunder groans in the distance. You quietly make your way to your daughter's bedroom, thinking she's trembling beneath her blankets. The bunny plush Xavier gifted her at birth squeezed in her tiny arms.
Her door is already cracked open when you arrive, allowing a low, warm light to escape into the darkened hall. Instead of terrified gasps, you can hear soft giggles. A mix of hers and your husbands.
You peek into the room, careful not to disturb the two who are sitting up in a cramped twin bed tucked into the corner. Xavier leans against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, with your daughter curled at his side, swathed in blankets, bunny plush clutched to her chest. A small scene, made entirely from his light evol, plays out in front of them. A golden bunny shines on your daughters lap.
"-then the bunny knight stood up and said 'I will go and defeat the beast'," Xavier puts on his silly, squeaky voice, the one that never fails to make her giggle. The bunny hops up, a light enveloping it, before it reforms with a glittering sword in paw.
"No, don't go Mister Knight! He's gonna get eaten, daddy," she squeals, grabbing his arm and shaking it.
You push open the door to announce your presence, smiling at the two as they look up from the little light show.
"Mommy, don't let Mister Knight get eaten!" She whines, kicking her feet beneath the blankets, still clinging onto Xavier's arm.
You approach with a chuckle, easing yourself on the edge of her bed. Xavier scoots himself over to give you more room while your daughter clambers over his lap to get to you, squishing him further against the wall.
"I think the princess should give Mister Knight a kiss for good luck," you chuckle, pulling her into your arms and peppering her plump cheeks with a flurry a kisses until she's a giggling mess. "Just like this!"
Xavier sits back, observing the two of you with nothing but content and love settling in his chest. The bunny knight hops on air, gliding all the way up to your daughter's face.
"One kiss!" She declares, leaning in with her face scrunched. The bunny nuzzles its nose against hers, making her burst into another fit of giggles.
Then the bunny jumps up to you, floating expectantly. You glance at Xavier, an eyebrow cocked as he simply grins.
"And one more from the queen."
A/N — inspired by an ask I received a few days ago and I couldn't stop think of dadvier putting on little puppet shows for his kids w that cute voice he used in one of his audios. I genuinely love how fun his evol can be <3 fun fact: I still have my childhood bunny plushie haha
...to this blog. HA! got ya. you aren't getting rid of me that easily. >:) anyway, as you may know already from my panic and complaining over the past week, my whole blog has been marked explicit by t*mblr. none of my posts (new and old) show up in tags anymore, which is a huge blow for me as a fic writer. so, I'm officially moving over to my new blog -> @lunarify !!
this blog will stay up ofc, and I won't delete any fics. if everything goes back to normal, maybe I can return (but I doubt it'll be anytime soon)
thank you all so, so much for the love and support here <33 I hope to see you on my new blog!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
...to this blog. HA! got ya. you aren't getting rid of me that easily. >:) anyway, as you may know already from my panic and complaining over the past week, my whole blog has been marked explicit by t*mblr. none of my posts (new and old) show up in tags anymore, which is a huge blow for me as a fic writer. so, I'm officially moving over to my new blog -> @lunarify !!
this blog will stay up ofc, and I won't delete any fics. if everything goes back to normal, maybe I can return (but I doubt it'll be anytime soon)
thank you all so, so much for the love and support here <33 I hope to see you on my new blog!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
...to this blog. HA! got ya. you aren't getting rid of me that easily. >:) anyway, as you may know already from my panic and complaining over the past week, my whole blog has been marked explicit by t*mblr. none of my posts (new and old) show up in tags anymore, which is a huge blow for me as a fic writer. so, I'm officially moving over to my new blog -> @lunarify !!
this blog will stay up ofc, and I won't delete any fics. if everything goes back to normal, maybe I can return (but I doubt it'll be anytime soon)
thank you all so, so much for the love and support here <33 I hope to see you on my new blog!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
