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. . . he's definitely the type of guy to fuck you deep and hard, making sure that you feel all inches of his dick inside of you
. . . as much as he hates being away from you, he just can't help but love how clingy and needy you get for him when he returns
. . . you just won't tell him what he wants to hear so he has no choice but to break you:( making use of military grade cuffs he just so happened to have laying around
. . . you're just so greedy! you already have the real thing but still keep the fake one with you... since you can't seem to be satisfied, why not fill both holes?
. . . why not make good use of your toys by stretching you good and open before he actually fucks you with his dick? just have to stand there and take it
. . . you put so much effort for his birthday that he can't help but just take you on the couch! too horny and rilled up from all the waiting he'd done
. . . one of the gifts caleb specifically requested from you was to make a compilation of you fucking so he can have something to jerk off to will he's away! the website just isn't doing it anymore for him after he's had you
. . . he sounds so pretty and lovely <3 all tied up and helpless, at the mercy of your mere hands just as always, letting you have your way knowing he can just break free whenever he wants to
. . . something about seeing you all shaky underneath him as he continues to fuck you slowly knowing damn well how overstimulated you are
. . . sometimes all he needs is a good riding to calm his mind from all the stress he gets, being a colonel isn't easy after all
. . . his favourite food above anything and everything, he needs your weight above him while he indulges your yummy pussy
. . . it's not too bad if it doesn't go in right? maybe if he just takes his dick out.. and maybe if you just put your panties to the side..
. . . all leaky and creamy on him, oh you're like a broken sink, too horny to even fully take your panties off that he just rips it in half
. . . oh he loooovesssss taking you from behind, pinning your waist down so you can take him as deep as possible!
. . . kissing his cheek on his graduation in front of hundreds of people? and getting away with it? absolutely not
[ A/N : feel free to imagine as the other lads boys ;) ]
Imagine Colonel Caleb using his bionic arm and gravity evol on you during sex...
warnings: iron grip during sex,
Caleb is holding you in place using his bionic arm while he fucks you rough, hard, almost merciless. "Do you know how many nights I've thought about this exact scenario? I've waited for you for so long, I'm never gonna let you go."
He loves seeing you like this, holding you close to him. It gives him the feeling of security that nobody can ever take you away from him ever again. Having your legs spread while in missionary gives him the perfect view of his dick going in and out of your pussy. Hearing how you squelch around him.
As if his iron grip wasn't enough, he's also using his evol on you to keep you moving away from him on the bed while he deeply pounds into you. You can feel every inch and vein on his dick while he basically carves himself into you. His dogtag necklace dangles from his neck onto your face.
Fwop fwop fwop
The bedroom echoes with a mixture of your moans, groans, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other. Caleb chuckles seeing your mouth open and drooling, barely making eye contact with him as he uses your pretty hole for his and your pleasure.
He carefully lowers his neck down enough until his necklace is right on the tongue of your mouth. "Take it." He mutters eyeing you intently. You whimper before taking the dogtag between your lips, tongue slobbering all over it. Caleb groans, his hips going at an even faster rate with his tip brushing over your g spot at each thrust.
"Fu- ck! Keep taking baby, take it... like the good girl you are. Not- not gonna stop- ngh, until you're covered of me." There's just something about seeing something of his inside of you that turns him on. Something... like a baby, perhaps.
Staring at your fucked out beautiful face, down to your marked neck and chest area, he notices a pretty evident buldge forming on your stomach. Shit.
Caleb gives you one deep thrust and decides to stay pressed inside as he admires your tummy while loving your pussy spasms around his dick. "Taking me so well that I'm forming a bulge on your tummy, ya feel that princess? Feels good hm."
He doesn't know how many times the either of you have cum. Nor does he care, honestly. All he has on his mind right now is how beautiful you'd look as a mother to his children. Doesn't give a damn about the gender, long as he has at least three.
I truly believe that Sylus would not stop trying until he gets a girl.
Sylus made sure you were well rested for tonight, sending your four sons, with an age gap of only 2 years each, out with Luke and Kieran.
A chorus of plop plop plop echoes in the master bedroom, the room was dimly lit having only the night lights on and the moons shine seeping through the windows.
Your husband had you in a mating press for the hundredth time since your marriage. Legs pushed back till it's beside your face, hands held together in his tight grip, you had no choice but to take his dick powelling into you. A white creamy ring squelches from where the two of you connect, cum splashing and dripping all over your thighs and matress. You were barely coherent, eyes drooping, mouth drooling, you could barely form words other than pathetic moans from how deep Sylus was inside of you.
He was fucking you deep and hard, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he bottoms inside of you. Eyes focused on your cunt making sure you're taking all, if not, most of him. "Wan' a girl so bad, baby, fuck! C'mon, give 'er to me." He slurred. The man was so pussy drunk.
Caleb doesn't think when it comes to you because he knows. He knows what you want, need, like, and hate. He's never been more sure of himself when it comes to you, so when he hears you open up about your insecurities, he immediately took it upon himself to prove you otherwise— by showing you how beautiful you are.
What better way to do that other than to fuck you in front of a mirror and have you repeat the words "I'm so pretty" or "I'm so beautiful" over and over again because if not he'll stop?
Caleb had you in a headlock forcing you to admire your beauty face to face in the brand new mirror right beside his bed. His body holds yours in full display while his harder hand holds an iron grip on your body to prevent you from moving away.
"'M a pretty girl.. such a pretty girl.. ngh" You cry out as Caleb's dick goes deeper and harder into you. Your reflection was as clear as day having all the lights turned on, you looked like a mess. Eyes blown as it is puffy and teary, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth from speaking the same words over and over again, a very evident tummy bulge because of his dick, and cum leaking down your legs.
"Yeah, thas' right, my prettiest girl hm? Most beautiful girl in world, say it." Caleb smiles at you through the mirror, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheeks. "M- most beautiful.. ngh! Girl in the ahh.. world!" You moan, feeling his relentless dick brush against your cervix.
"Mhm, get that fact deep inside your brain yeah? Make sure you don't forget. Say it again." He whispers in your ear, slapping your pussy relentlessly until you spoke "I'm the most beautiful... oh fuck!" You couldn't continue because of how overstimulated you were getting, the feeling of caleb pressing his body against you— breathing down your neck, hands accross your body and on your pussy, feeling every inch and vein on his dick— it was all too much, you couldn't help but squirt all over him, wetting both your bodies and the already soaked sheets beneath you.
Caleb wasn't satisfied but he was pleased, it wasn't what he asked for. "You forgot 'pretty' baby, and didn't followed my orders. Rules are rules princess." He suddenly pulls out of you, holding you in place while your tremble as he lays down on the bed with yours still on top of him.
You come face to face with yourself again because of the mirror he had above his bed. Caleb covers your sensitive cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against it. "What word did you forgot?"
"P- pretty." You whimper, pleading at him with your eyes through the mirror. "Say that word over and over again while making eye contact with yourself, you close your eyes and I tie you down to this bed and leave you needy. You can grind on my hand. Understood?"
You nod frantically already looking at yourself. Caleb puts his left hand behind his head, keeping a close eye on you. He uses his evol to keep you pressed against him to keep you in place. "Begin."
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, prettyprettypretty." You chant while you grind as much as you can, trying to keep your eyes open and moans at bay while you pleasure both him and yourself. Tears were beginning to gather in your eyes, wanting Caleb to touch you even just for a bit but you can't do anything about it, you knew how much words meant to him.
warnings: none, just fluff .𖥔 ݁ ˖ : inspired by this :)
An emergency landing. Or at least that was what Caleb said to you over the phone.
You were confident in him, that's for sure. But sometimes you just can't shake the worry of something going wrong during a mission. So when you got a call from Caleb himself informing you of his emergency landing, your heart rate immediately picked up— mind racing to the possibilities.
Was he hurt? Where is he? What happened? Will he get home? Is he okay? Is it bad?
Caleb tried to calm you down, you wanted him to turn his camera on to see him but he insisted no due to confidentiality of the mission— when in reality, he just wanted to hide his bloody state from you to keep you from being hysterical.
Coincidentally, you were in the middle of watching a TV show when he called, it was on commercial now but when screen flashed breaking news reporting a crash site of one of the Farspace Fleets crafts holding the current colonel you immediately started crying and sobbing over the phone.
"YOU SAID IT WAS AN EMERGENCY LANDING! CALEB THAT'S CALLED A CRASH!" You sobbed at him, raising your voice so loud that you could barely hear what the TV was saying.
"Hey- look, it's not that bad I promise, just a cras-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUST A CRASH!? CALEB GO HOME NOW. I DON'T WANT YOU THERE, PLEASE!" Your voice was cracking both from your crying and screaming but you didn't care, eyes drifting to the screen— you cried even harder seeing how bad the wreck was. "Pips-"
"NO. HOME. NOW."
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To say that the wait was torture would be an understatement. After your scream at him to go home, Caleb only sighed and whispered a small okay before ending the call— only for you to ring him again urging to stay on the phone in case anything happens.
Caleb smiled at himself seeing how worried you are. You really do care about him a lot, and today just magnified that. It was cute hearing your voice despite it cracking and raspy, however, it did break his heart just a little bit; hearing your sniffles while he drives and your ting voice asking him where he was.
The two of you barely talked during the drive, just quick questions and even quicker answers. You wanted to rest your voice and Caleb knew that, thus, he stayed relatively quiet. Just small hums to let you know he was still there.
He didn't had the time to make himself look presentable, just poorly wrapped a badge around his cut right arm to prevent infection and stop bleeding— other than that, he looked like a mess. Torn, bloody, dirty uniform and just an overall unkept apperance. Thank the heavens for his handsome face to save the look.
You were waiting at the very doorstep of his front door. Phone sat on the granite floor, red teary eyes, puffy face, and a very evident pout on your lips. So cute; Caleb thought. You weren't even sitting, you were standing while waiting for him. Under watchful eyes, Caleb got out of the car— a gasp left your mouth and you immediately ran to him.
You wanted to hug him but stopped just a foot away from him even though he already had his arms open. For the probably nth time today, you started crying again.
"Oh, pips.. It's okay, I'm okay." Caleb cooed, patting your head twice before pressing it to his chest to embrace you in a hug. Your hands immediately wrapped around his torso, nuzzling your face deeper into him as you cried. Looking up at him and cradling his face in your hands. "Don't you ever! Do that again!" You scold him, lines burrowing between your eyebrows.
Caleb chuckles, nodding his head and leaning in to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. He bends his body to math your height before saying "I promise, never again. Especially now that I know how sad my boss baby gets."
Your lips wobble as more tears build up in your eyes. Your hands explore his body, feeling every bit of dust, blood, and torn fabric on his uniform. His tough left hand, and then finally his right hand where a porrly wrapped gash wrapped around it. Eyes widening, you look at him and he cocks his head sideways at you.
"Y- you're hurt.. Caleb! Why didn't you tend to it! Do you want both your arms to be metal now or something!" You scold him once more, now glaring at him. "Awe, my pips is so worried about me!"
"Caleb!" You softly hit his chest.
"It's only a small cut squeak, I'll be fine."
"Don't care! Get inside, you're wounded and it needs to be healed." You tug on his metal arm as you drag him inside the house. Once in, you assist him in taking his coat and boots off before guiding him to the bathroom and getting the very used and handy first aid kit.
Caleb's already took of the second layer of his uniform leaving him only in a white long sleeve button up. Slowly, he unbottons it with his left hand as you carefully take of the gash on his right. You pout even more when you see how deep the cut was on his skin.
You begin to do your work in silence, focus completely on sanitizing and treating his wound. He watches in adoration as you move on him, long gone the brave tough colonel Caleb of the Farspace Fleet as a crippling fear builds within him. He can't lose you, he can't lose this.
"Be more careful nextime, please Caleb. I don't want to lose you anymore." You look at him directly in the eye after finishing your work. Caleb's eyes soften when you embrace him in a hug, resting your face on his exposed skin while he rests his head on top of yours.
You hear his heartbeat, pressing yourself even more. Never letting go of your touch on him.
While the two of you clean yourself in the bathtub, your touch on him lingers as you wash his hair, massaging his scalp in the process.
While he cooks for dinner in the kitchen, you cling on him like a koala, wrapping your legs around his waist while you piggy back him.
While you lay in bed telling each other recaps of what happened while each other was away as you always do, your hand lays on his chest feelings his heartbeat. Legs intertwined so as your arms, and ultimately— your soul.
I truly believe that Sylus would not stop trying until he gets a girl.
Sylus made sure you were well rested for tonight, sending your four sons, with an age gap of only 2 years each, out with Luke and Kieran.
A chorus of plop plop plop echoes in the master bedroom, the room was dimly lit having only the night lights on and the moons shine seeping through the windows.
Your husband had you in a mating press for the hundredth time since your marriage. Legs pushed back till it's beside your face, hands held together in his tight grip, you had no choice but to take his dick powelling into you. A white creamy ring squelches from where the two of you connect, cum splashing and dripping all over your thighs and matress. You were barely coherent, eyes drooping, mouth drooling, you could barely form words other than pathetic moans from how deep Sylus was inside of you.
He was fucking you deep and hard, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he bottoms inside of you. Eyes focused on your cunt making sure you're taking all, if not, most of him. "Wan' a girl so bad, baby, fuck! C'mon, give 'er to me." He slurred. The man was so pussy drunk.
Caleb doesn't think when it comes to you because he knows. He knows what you want, need, like, and hate. He's never been more sure of himself when it comes to you, so when he hears you open up about your insecurities, he immediately took it upon himself to prove you otherwise— by showing you how beautiful you are.
What better way to do that other than to fuck you in front of a mirror and have you repeat the words "I'm so pretty" or "I'm so beautiful" over and over again because if not he'll stop?
Caleb had you in a headlock forcing you to admire your beauty face to face in the brand new mirror right beside his bed. His body holds yours in full display while his harder hand holds an iron grip on your body to prevent you from moving away.
"'M a pretty girl.. such a pretty girl.. ngh" You cry out as Caleb's dick goes deeper and harder into you. Your reflection was as clear as day having all the lights turned on, you looked like a mess. Eyes blown as it is puffy and teary, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth from speaking the same words over and over again, a very evident tummy bulge because of his dick, and cum leaking down your legs.
"Yeah, thas' right, my prettiest girl hm? Most beautiful girl in world, say it." Caleb smiles at you through the mirror, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheeks. "M- most beautiful.. ngh! Girl in the ahh.. world!" You moan, feeling his relentless dick brush against your cervix.
"Mhm, get that fact deep inside your brain yeah? Make sure you don't forget. Say it again." He whispers in your ear, slapping your pussy relentlessly until you spoke "I'm the most beautiful... oh fuck!" You couldn't continue because of how overstimulated you were getting, the feeling of caleb pressing his body against you— breathing down your neck, hands accross your body and on your pussy, feeling every inch and vein on his dick— it was all too much, you couldn't help but squirt all over him, wetting both your bodies and the already soaked sheets beneath you.
Caleb wasn't satisfied but he was pleased, it wasn't what he asked for. "You forgot 'pretty' baby, and didn't followed my orders. Rules are rules princess." He suddenly pulls out of you, holding you in place while your tremble as he lays down on the bed with yours still on top of him.
You come face to face with yourself again because of the mirror he had above his bed. Caleb covers your sensitive cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against it. "What word did you forgot?"
"P- pretty." You whimper, pleading at him with your eyes through the mirror. "Say that word over and over again while making eye contact with yourself, you close your eyes and I tie you down to this bed and leave you needy. You can grind on my hand. Understood?"
You nod frantically already looking at yourself. Caleb puts his left hand behind his head, keeping a close eye on you. He uses his evol to keep you pressed against him to keep you in place. "Begin."
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, prettyprettypretty." You chant while you grind as much as you can, trying to keep your eyes open and moans at bay while you pleasure both him and yourself. Tears were beginning to gather in your eyes, wanting Caleb to touch you even just for a bit but you can't do anything about it, you knew how much words meant to him.
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I truly believe that Sylus would not stop trying until he gets a girl.
Sylus made sure you were well rested for tonight, sending your four sons, with an age gap of only 2 years each, out with Luke and Kieran.
A chorus of plop plop plop echoes in the master bedroom, the room was dimly lit having only the night lights on and the moons shine seeping through the windows.
Your husband had you in a mating press for the hundredth time since your marriage. Legs pushed back till it's beside your face, hands held together in his tight grip, you had no choice but to take his dick powelling into you. A white creamy ring squelches from where the two of you connect, cum splashing and dripping all over your thighs and matress. You were barely coherent, eyes drooping, mouth drooling, you could barely form words other than pathetic moans from how deep Sylus was inside of you.
He was fucking you deep and hard, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he bottoms inside of you. Eyes focused on your cunt making sure you're taking all, if not, most of him. "Wan' a girl so bad, baby, fuck! C'mon, give 'er to me." He slurred. The man was so pussy drunk.
Caleb doesn't think when it comes to you because he knows. He knows what you want, need, like, and hate. He's never been more sure of himself when it comes to you, so when he hears you open up about your insecurities, he immediately took it upon himself to prove you otherwise— by showing you how beautiful you are.
What better way to do that other than to fuck you in front of a mirror and have you repeat the words "I'm so pretty" or "I'm so beautiful" over and over again because if not he'll stop?
Caleb had you in a headlock forcing you to admire your beauty face to face in the brand new mirror right beside his bed. His body holds yours in full display while his harder hand holds an iron grip on your body to prevent you from moving away.
"'M a pretty girl.. such a pretty girl.. ngh" You cry out as Caleb's dick goes deeper and harder into you. Your reflection was as clear as day having all the lights turned on, you looked like a mess. Eyes blown as it is puffy and teary, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth from speaking the same words over and over again, a very evident tummy bulge because of his dick, and cum leaking down your legs.
"Yeah, thas' right, my prettiest girl hm? Most beautiful girl in world, say it." Caleb smiles at you through the mirror, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheeks. "M- most beautiful.. ngh! Girl in the ahh.. world!" You moan, feeling his relentless dick brush against your cervix.
"Mhm, get that fact deep inside your brain yeah? Make sure you don't forget. Say it again." He whispers in your ear, slapping your pussy relentlessly until you spoke "I'm the most beautiful... oh fuck!" You couldn't continue because of how overstimulated you were getting, the feeling of caleb pressing his body against you— breathing down your neck, hands accross your body and on your pussy, feeling every inch and vein on his dick— it was all too much, you couldn't help but squirt all over him, wetting both your bodies and the already soaked sheets beneath you.
Caleb wasn't satisfied but he was pleased, it wasn't what he asked for. "You forgot 'pretty' baby, and didn't followed my orders. Rules are rules princess." He suddenly pulls out of you, holding you in place while your tremble as he lays down on the bed with yours still on top of him.
You come face to face with yourself again because of the mirror he had above his bed. Caleb covers your sensitive cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against it. "What word did you forgot?"
"P- pretty." You whimper, pleading at him with your eyes through the mirror. "Say that word over and over again while making eye contact with yourself, you close your eyes and I tie you down to this bed and leave you needy. You can grind on my hand. Understood?"
You nod frantically already looking at yourself. Caleb puts his left hand behind his head, keeping a close eye on you. He uses his evol to keep you pressed against him to keep you in place. "Begin."
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, prettyprettypretty." You chant while you grind as much as you can, trying to keep your eyes open and moans at bay while you pleasure both him and yourself. Tears were beginning to gather in your eyes, wanting Caleb to touch you even just for a bit but you can't do anything about it, you knew how much words meant to him.
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