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He takes her to school in the morning, there is always warm lunch waiting for her when she gets home and dinner boxed in the fridge, he takes her to the amusement park and buys her nice clothes, he is the best big brother ever... broken on the inside but polished for his little sister.
After years of doing it, he has accumulated a few clients that turn to protect and support him. They have odd requests but keep him safe despite the work he does.
There is an eccentric artist who loves fucking him in a pool with lots of breath play, an underground boss, who teaches him how to defend himself with a gun only to fuck him while Caleb holds a gun to his white hair.
An overworked doctor that loves to relieve stress with intense domplay until the poor boy is fucked into exhaustion and a lonely guy who.. somehow enjoys being fucked while passed out. It's almost therapeutic to be the one in charge with Hermit but also unnerving to know the guy watches the recordings of what he did to him.
Of course there also had been bad experiences, an old guy who drugged him, a pierced psychopath who almost choked him to death... but thanks to the constant support of the other four he rarely takes on other clients anymore.
Until one day someone new approached him with an intriguing request. One night in the woods, a game of tag and warming up by a fire in a cabin - Caleb wasn't sure what to make of it, yet the sum the person offered was tremendous, too high to pass up on.
So when the weekend comes and Meimei had been prepped with new toys, movies and food did he venture to the outskirts of Linkon. He wasn't a fool, carrying the gun Tartarus had given him with him as he got off the bus in the middle of nowhere. He had gotten a location by the stranger, far off the regular trail that weaved itself through the woods, near a big tree that was hollowed out.
He waits there patiently, his eyes flickering to his phone and back into the dark shrubs. He could have sworn he had seen eyes in the dark, but it must have been his exhaustion from the weeks work. A soft sigh escapes his throat as he idly fiddles with his phone until he gets startled by a vibration.
"Thank you for coming, Perses. Please put your belongings to the side, we will collect them later. The Game starts in 10 Minutes. I will send you your new location in a few" - R."
Caleb read the message carefully, a few times before hiding his things in the hollowed out tree. A shiver runs down his back as he feels the air crackling with tension. Another vibration against his palm and a new dot on the map pops up, suggesting the starting point of their little game. Another deep breath, hands patting himself down to make sure the gun was still on him before he wanders off into the dark shroud.
"Game starts in 5 Minutes. There is no finish line or route, just run and enjoy the fresh air, we will meet soon."
Calebs purple eyes flicker to the screen and back to his surroundings, only when a countdown starts beeping down does his heart begin to jump out of his chest.
Gods.. what did he agree too? He was crazy for agreeing to this. He should turn around, he grumbled to himself in thoughts until a shrill beep announced the start of their hunt.
The young man runs and runs through the thick undergrowth, careful to not trip as something starts picking up on his trail behind him. Loud thuds followed by deep growls make him hasten his sprint. Sweat collects on his forehead, dripping down to his chin, as the loud footsteps get louder and louder and a dark presence builds behind him. Full of adrenaline he looks over his shoulder, gleaming yellow eyes stare back at him with hunger, causing him to almost lose his footing.
"F-Fuck...", he hisses at the undefined thing rushing at him, panic manifests and before he can even mumble another word, he lands flat on the ground, with someone caging him in.
He raises his arm in protection, panting and looking panicked into the yellow eyes that had watched him ever since.
"Look at that.. caught the puppy so fast.. I expected more of you", the dark voice growls amused, a cold metallic nuzzle brushes against his cheek as he noses at his throat, before taking it off and throwing it to the side.
What a delightful smell.. of fear and adrenaline, he could bury himself into his throat right there and then, ripping it open but he cherishes his prey too much for that.
The poor boy was shaken, still staring into the mesmerising golden eyes, before his gaze flickers up at his ears and back to the fangs gleaming in his smile.
"L-Listen.. W-We can run again.. I'm sorry.. ", Caleb tries to appease the creature before his wrists meet the ground again, opening him up to the muscular man above him, who has caged him in with ease.
"Shh.. no need to run anymore, I don't think I can wait much longer.", the man hummed back, before letting his longue pierced tongue glide along his neck, nibbling and biting at the shivering skin. He let his fingers glide down his arm, orders him to hold still while he breathes in his frantic scent. The intoxicating mixture of his fear and sweat was a treat for him, his tongue brushes against his armpit, making him squirm beneath.
"Turn around.", he whispers into the younger ones ear, biting and licking over it before watching him move as he has commanded. A light tremble shakes Calebs body as he obeys, presenting himself on all fours with his back to him, shuddering as his clothes get ripped from him, leaving him bare and shivering in front of him.
A soft dark laugh escapes Valkos throat as he takes in the sight of his prey. Big hands drag across his body, leaving goosebumps in his wake until he pulled him flush against him, letting him feel the growing bulge that was pulsing in the restraints of his clothes.
"Feel that, puppy? Scared?", he rasps towards him as his hand finds his stiffening cock, gently massaging him with light strokes.
Caleb can't help but whine softly at the light touch, hiding his face against his own shoulder as Valkos hands wander off, the sound of a zipper and wet pressure against his behind knock the air out of his chest. But before Caleb can even complain over the lack of preparation, does spit hit his hole and two fingers enter at their own pace.
Soft whimpering and needy whines escape his throat, while the man leans against his back, pulling him flush against him to feel the sheer size of him resting against his behind. "Relax... I will try to be gentle", he hums against his ear before pushing the head of his cock against him, a light hiss escapes him from the pressure until he finally pushes in, a tight warmth welcoming him and stealing his own breath for once.
"And here I thought you were experienced, Puppy.. don't pass out on me, boy.", he laughs before thrusting deep into him, making Caleb shake from the sudden intrusion.
He is relentless with the poor boy, taking whatever he pleases from him until Caleb can do nothing but shake and whimper. He feels his legs giving way, holding himself up with desperation to not faceplant into the ground. "P-Please.. can't..", Caleb whines but instead of stopping, he thrusts harder and deeper into the tight hole, stealing every last breath of him.
Caleb pleads for a break but only gets met with a scoff.
"No need for that, I can hold you", the man hums against his back, biting into his shoulder before pulling him on to of him, holding him up with ease while kneeling and fucking up into him. Caleb panicks, reaches back for hold as he gets used as his own little fucktoy.
He doesn't know how long it has been, how often he has pushed him past his limits. He feels limp, his consciousness already breaking, as he hears his voice in his ears again. His arms are held behind his back for support as he takes and takes.
“Im so sorry… puppy hold your breath for me”, he murmurs into his ear, kissing his pulse point as he feels the familiar swell at the hilt of his own manhood.
Confused Caleb does as he tells him to, gasping and holding until he feels the stretch grow and grow, pushing him past his limits. The air bursts out of him with the desperate whine of an abandoned wolf cub, his cock twitching with an orgasm yet again.
"Hngh... good boy...", Valko praises him while holding him close, biting his shoulder to distract from the pain.
"too much...please...too...much," Caleb holds onto him for dear life as his hips still roll against the solid body under him instinctively.
“Im sorry pup, just breathe through it.. can you do that for me?”, he whispers into his ear, licking across his earshell while his own breaths came in ragged, feeling him tense against his swollen knot as he fills him deeply with his seed.
The whimpering boy nods hurriedly, always so eager to please, so very good for him.
"Yes...master..."
“Good pup…”, he pulls him into a hug and lays down with him and lets him rest on his arm while holding him close until the swelling finally goes down, letting him slip out again. “You did so well for me.”
Caleb lies on his chest out of breath, his heart pounding a mile a minute letting out a soft broken sound as the other finally slides out of him. He's barely holding onto consciousness as he feels the drag of a warm tongue against his neck, lapping up his sweat, leaving small nips with those sharp canines in its wake.
Valko lets him rest on him while still licking soft love kisses over his neck and ear before gently letting him down from his arm to clean him up properly. His long warm tongue soothing against his sore muscle as he licks across his hole, cleaning and massaging him while he drifts off and when he wakes up in a warm cabin, wrapped in a blanket, naked but clean he wonders if it had all been a dream or if he really had ran into a wolf that night.
Only the bites on his body and the number on his account proof of what he had experienced.
AppleStar - Caleb x Xavier Part 2 of my collaboration with @cosmo_visions
first part here
Caleb was mindless scrolling on Linkongram, just chilling on the couch and enjoying his lazy weekend that he had been using to sleep in and have breakfast in bed with his little sleepy boyfriend.
A yawn escaped Caleb as he slowed on his scrolling adventures, only for said boyfriend to sneak up on him, resting his head on his shoulders, arms wrapped around him from behind the couch.
To Calebs demise, he hadn't realized that he had paused on a lingerie post when his sleepiness overcame him.
“Buy it.”
Only when a calm voice reached his ears, did he look from the warm creature around his neck down to the post he had paused at.
“What? Why?”
“I will wear it for you.”
Caleb stopped functioning for a whole minute, unable to even reply before Xavier had already snatched his phone to order it in a few quick taps.
A few meetings later, without any announcement or preamble whatsoever Xavier greets him in only the lingerie and a see-through gown at the door, but before Xavier is even able to greet him, he gets yanked into the house by his hand, Caleb closing the door with the same movement and slamming Xavier against it.
“Did you walk like that here????”, he almost screams at him with bright red ears and a hard one painfully visible through his grey sweatpants.
“No. I teleported”, replies the calm voice with a blank face, unfaced by circumstances.
After a few moments of silent, seemingly for Caleb to catch his composure, he gets crashed back against the door again, looking up at Caleb in surprise as his body presses him against the cold wood.
“You like it even more than I expected. Mhm… you may open your gift now”, he whispers back as Calebs mouth pushes against the pulse point of his neck, sucking and biting while his hands roam Xaviers pretty body.
Xavier navigates his hand to the ribbon and hooks of his lingerie, begging him quietly to unravel him.
The clasps come undone to give Caleb clear access to his prize but he leaves bits and pieces to adorn his lover still. The gown is barely off his shoulders, a garter still wrapped around a silky thigh.
Caleb devours Xavier's neck, leaves bite marks on his shoulder, sucks and gently rolls his nipples between his teeth making the other shamelessly arch into his touch.
Before he really gives it a thought, because his brain is taking a vacation somewhere in outer space right now, he finds himself kneeling before the blonde and hooking his fingers into the waist of the lacy underwear that could barely contain the other's blushing cock. He looks at it and licks his lips on instinct before looking back up into Xavier's eyes where he finds nothing but his own want reflected.
"Suck it, please," Xavier asks, his voice making the question simple but it rushes right into Caleb's tummy where it scatters the butterflies in there into a frenzy.
Caleb swallows once, twice before sticking his glistening tongue out, urging Xavier to push against him, while his hands spread possessively over his thighs and abdomen. Soft blue eyes look down with greed at his display of eagerness, letting his head dance over the tip of his tongue, a light drip of precum accumulating on it, before getting pulled forward against his mouth.
He just could not wait any longer, soft moans and whimpering escape Calebs throat as he licks and bites softly along his length, before taking him into the mouth. Sucking sounds fill the room, as Xavier buries his fingers into his hair.
"Yes.. just like that.. let me feel your throat, Ge.", he purrs breathlessly as Caleb follows his orders. The choking and gurgling sprouts goosebumps along his body, while the hold of the man in front of him gets firmer, grabbing and pushing his fingers against his plush behind, urging Xavier to fuck his throat properly.
It doesn't take long for them to lose themselves in the moment. Moans, encouragement and the sounds of Calebs tight throat taking him so so well filled the room until Xavier couldn't hold back anymore, coming deep inside Calebs throat, causing him to choke.
"Apologies..", Xavier mumbles softly, as he pulls himself out of his mouth quickly, kneeling down as Caleb coughs out most of his spend cum into his hands.
"Are you okay?", he asks softly, cupping his face to steal a dirty kiss off of his cum smeared lips, urging him to sit against the back of the couch, as he frees Calebs own straining bulge.
"Give me your hand.", he orders calmly, taking the coughed out cum from his palms to smear it around his own behind, stretching himself briefly before sitting down onto his pulsating cock.
Caleb doesn't protest, just groans in surprise as Xavier sits down for a bit of cockwarming while he still catches his breath.
"Tell me what you want, Ge…"
"What I want?.. Don't just wear these clothes outside for everyone to see.. that's mine.. to admire.. you hear..", he grumbles softly, before chuckling softly, pulling him closer into a tight embrace.
"You're mine, Xavier…"
Just a bit of delightful boypussy Sylus getting fucked by Rafayel shenanigans I wrote with @cosmo_visions earlier today
It was a delightful evening in the N109 Zone, full of booze and abundant flirtations between an esteemed artist and the leader of said underworld district.
Plenty of drinks later Rafayel had found himself on the lap of the distinguished leader, his lips almost bruised from the forceful kisses of the man beneath him. Yet his hunger for more was barely sated, letting his hands roam over the warm body freely, dancing downwards, grabbing playfully for his crotch, earning himself another low chuckle.
"Oh? You are so insatiable,my dear artist. Are you sure you want to go this far tonight?", he whispered back, glowing red eyes following his every movement as if he was the one hunting for prey in that very moment.
But yet the little fish did not back down.
"What? Are we getting shy, cutie?", he laughed back softly, as he let himself sink down between Sylus' legs, toying with his fly before stripping him delicately. But the view that presented itself to the young man was nothing but shocked.. and dazzling all the sam. His mouth agape with wonder, before Sylus carefully lifted his chin up.
"You can have a taste, unless you prefer staring, Kitten."
With flushed ears and cheeks, Rafayel grumbled softly, as he pulled the pesky fabric down all the same, before pulling Sylus closer towards him at his hips.
"You smell incredible, you know…", he whispered softly against Sylus' folds before dragging his flat tongue across his slit several times, savouring the scent and taste before parting his lips gently.
His eyes marvel at the glistening skin and the soft pulsing of Sylus' big clit. Another drag of his tongue over all of it before playing diligently with his swollen clit, sucking and pressing his lips flush against him while one of his fingers begins exploring his insides.
Sylus tried his best to stay composed, yet he could not help but let out soft grunts whenever his tongue hit him, his hand finding Rafayels soft purple locks shortly after, gently grabbing his hair to guide him along.
It didn't take long for Sylus' head to fall back against the wall behind him as his hips rolled against the other's wicked tongue. Rafayel just devours him, lets him guide him by the hand in his hair, his own eyes rolling back at the taste and the shaking that's spreading through Sylus' thighs and abdomen. He curled his fingers inside Sylus' warmth and a splash of warm liquid coated his fingers as he sucked every drop he could catch messily between his lips.
"Fuck…baby you're so good," Sylus purred with a shaky deep rumble in his chest that Rafayel felt in his bones as he bucked his hips against thin air, all while Sylus tried his best to catch his own breath again.
It turned out that the artist was not only talented with his fingers but his tongue too. Quite the revelation that the Leader of Onychinus had not expected to earn this evening.
Yet he couldn't say he minded to learn more about him in this intimate setting.
After a short respite, Sylus had already pulled the young man up again, busy devouring his lips with his own, enjoying his own taste on his tongue, before settling him on his lap for a moment. His hands wandered downwards, fingers skipped over his abdomen down to caress him through his pants.
"Excited?", he asked against his lips, kissing him more forcefully again. "Want to fuck me, sweetie?", and Rafayel could only moan in the kiss with hot red cheeks and ears. "Yeah.. please… cutie…", he whispered back.
"I'm all yours, Rafayel", a soft purr to give the young man the approval he needed.
"Come now, strip for me… and take what you need… boy", Sylus added shortly after, watching the blushing mess of an artist with pure amusement.
Yet he didn't disappoint one bit. His form was immaculate, his manhood quite impressive.
The rush of feeling him stretch his poor little cunt was indescribable. It was easy to tell how much Rafayel enjoyed the warmth of Sylus too. The way he squeezed him teasingly ever so often, as he moved his hips rhythmically against him.
Rafayel could barely keep his composure up from this harsh treatment, his hands firmly planted on his hips, to snap them harder and deeper against him.
"F-Fuck.. you're so tight… mhm.. ahh….", he muttered desperately, losing himself in the moment, in these devouring kisses, until he finally filled him up so so deeply, slumping against him with pure exhaustion, just to get his head patted from an equally breathless Sylus.
While both of them were coming down, Sylus lazily squeezed around him, earning himself a breathless whine making him chuckle.
"Cutieee---", Rafayel nuzzled against his neck, as Sylus kissed his damp temple with a surprisingly tender touch of his lips.
"As if you're not cute yourself.. kitten…", he whispered back softly, caressing his hair gently while holding him close against him. The perfect end to a delightful evening.
At first its just a presence in the back of the room, watching you with piercing crimson eyes, making you wake instantly from fear.
But instead of it being just a silly nightmare it gets worse and worse with time.
His surveillance turns into a hunt through the woods.
His arrogant laugh echoing off the trees around you, disorienting you.
You beg, you scream and you try to hide but in the end his clawed hand grabs you by your ankle, pulling you underneath him before you wake up drenched in sweat yet again.
These little hunting games continue for weeks, draining you of your sanity as you can barely keep yourself awake at work anymore, from all that sleep deprivation.
You know its just dreams, yet you wake up as exhausted as you would be running for your life outside of your dream.
It doesn’t take long for him to get bored of these games, so during the next night you don’t wake up from his grip.
You fall with a hurtful thud to the mossy ground of the forest, the musty smell of rotten leaves in your nose as blood drips out of your nostrils from the impact.
Your body is shaking, trembling in fear as you slowly turn around, looking at your demon for the first time fully.
You are greeted by the same hungry eyes you have known for months, yet what terrifies you the most are his spiky teeth peeking out between his lips, forming a distorted cruel smile.
You beg for him to let you go but all you earn is his amused laughter.
„You want me to let you go? Oh, Kitten please… I haven’t even started.“
Your breathing hitched from hearing his sultry voice for the first time.
„But I must admit, I enjoyed hunting you through my territory.“
Turning your nightmare into reality.
„Your panicked eyes, your cries… the way your breathing turned into chaos whenever I grabbed you…“,
he whispered in your ears before letting his long split tongue wander over your ear, making you shudder, begging for mercy.
„Oh no, are you scared? Where is the fun in all of this, if there is no pain?“, he laughed into your ears before biting down into the soft flesh of your neck, stealing your breath just like that.
Blood begins dripping down your skin, staining your nightdress as he devours you, his claws grabbing your throat to keep you still, as tears mixed with blood, smeared into colourful swirls over your exposed body.
He didn’t care for the silken gown that was still concealing your most sensitive parts, ripping it with ease as one of his fingers wandered downwards from your chest down your stomach to your quivering core.
The sound of the fabric tearing, amplifying your whimpers as his claw left beads of blood on your skin, pooling in the shallow cuts.
Your heart was pounding, your body on fire from anxiety as he used you.
His hand roaming your body, grabbing your soft breast to play with.
His gaze stuck to the way his claws sunk into your plush flesh, your skin bulging between his tight grip, as a hungry groan escaped his own throat.
Pure lust and need flashing in his red eyes, before you felt yourself getting flipped over, your head pushed into the ground.
Anticipation driving you wild before something thick and hard plunged into you. Your muffled screams echoing unnaturally through the woods, as you struggled beneath him, fighting not only for air but your life.
It was torturous. Getting used and defiled for hours with no end in sight as you laid there, fucked out your mind, glassy eyes and shallow breaths.
He was still there, licking the blood and your slick from his fingers as he looked down at you with amusement satisfied grin.
„See… it wasn’t that hard to hold still after all, was it little girl?
Now as much as I would love to keep you chained in my realm, I think you deserve a little treat…“, he cooed at you, his fingers buried in your messed up hair, pulling on it to get your attention.
„Sleep tight, Kitten“, he whispered towards you before his claw ripped open your throat, blood gushing out, painting your demon in red before you woke from this nightmare once more.
Uncle Zayne might have been a disgraceful adult, that touched his niece a bit more than normal doctors would during appointments, but he had always been very adamant about birth control and protection with you.
He might have wanted to ruin you, but never ruin your life.
After all, teen pregnancy was nothing desirable for any of you two.
But that one time, when you were just so fucked out of your mind that you begged him to fill you and breed you…
Thats when his resolve shattered into a million pieces.
He just could not get that thought out of his mind.
Your small body trembling, filled to the brim with cum, dripping and whining about wanting more.
A constant fight between reason and lust.
But there was more:
The image of the pregnancy throwing your young body off balance, the strain it would have to endure, if you carried to term.
Just the thought turned him on so much, to be able to witness it.
Do you think Caleb ever got suspended in high school? So one day some stupid kids cornered MC, cutting her hair to humiliate her, leaving her sobbing in her classroom. It was already getting late, as Caleb was waiting at the schools gate for her, as he always did. Eventually he went searching for her, as he arrived on the floor of MCs classroom, he heard faint whimpering and sobbing - his heart ripping apart from the sound alone. He runs down the hall, almost destroying the door, as he enters with a terrifying force. She was huddled up on the ground, surrounded by scissors and her spilled hair. He rushed to her, on his knees, her small red, tear struck face in his big warm hands, as he tries to assess the damage. Relief crossing his features as the tension eases at least a tiny bit - it had been only been her hair. He gave her the biggest hug, comforting her but the rage was already burning bright inside of him. He asked her what happened, she stuttered between hiccups and sobs, telling him how she got cornered and how they surrounded her. She didn't even knew what she had done to deserve this. His blood was boiling, making him grasp her shoulders, forcing her to look at him and to tell him wo had been responsible for this. She hesitated, avoiding his intense eyes until he finally managed to coax her into telling who had been responsible. He rewards her with a soft ruffle of her uneven hair, pulling her against his chest again to soothe her crying. Caleb carried her home on his back that day, letting her hide her face against his back. He forced her to go shower while he prepared dinner for everyone. Knocking on the door to the bathroom, as the water flow had stopped. Caleb fixed her hair for her that night, turning her messy hair into a cute short bob, adorned with a cute little apple hairpin to give her back her smile. Everything seemed fine again until it wasn't. The next day during lunch she witnesses him beating the living shit out of the perpetrators, he could barely stop himself before taking their breaths away completely. He got suspended. For a few weeks. He could be glad that he didn't get sued by their parents. She was mad at him for acting out like that, berating him as she patched him up at home that afternoon. But deep down she was just really grateful for him. Her heart was overflowing with warmth, as she hugged him, her own head resting on him, forcing him against her chest in a tight hug. She took a deep breath before calling him a big dummy, before smothering him further with her love.
40 year old Colonel Caleb playing dad to a school girl from the streets that looks like his dead sister…
Its innocent enough at the beginning, just making sure she is safe, no longer exploited as a personal maid by her drunk father, finally giving her a safe home that she had been craving since the death of her mom years ago.
But these urges to just take her, own her in every way possible eventually break him.
The cracks in his facade are small, hair thin at first:
Lingering touches on her shoulder or that hug she demands when he sends her off to school just being a bit too intense.
His hand splayed possessively over the small of her back, pushing her against his chest but all she does is giggle and feel loved for the first time since she was five.
Eventually even doing a simple task like laundry becomes hell.
The way his eyes linger at her used underwear, tempting him, asking him to inhale her intoxicating scent and when he indulges into it like the sick pervert he is, all he can think about is how it smelled just like her.
But the cracks spread, deeper, wider tover weeks and months, turning his nights into living nightmares.
He paces up and down in his bedroom like a predator in heat.
His mind screaming at him to just do it, that she would thank him for choking on his big cock, they way she would look up at him with a smile as cum drips from her lips, her soft whimpers when he pushes into her tight-
Hole punched into the wall to keep his sanity, but these fantasies will never leave, always linger, cooing at him that he deserves this after losing her once, he cannot lose her twice.
She looked like her, smelled like her, probably even tasted like her.
It echoed in his mind over and over.
Taste her
Eat her
Devour her
Until all of it gets too much.
A night full of selfishness, screams and begging.
She did not thank him.
She did not smile.
She did not ask for more.
I need viper to get hate fucked by caleb for calling him „filfthy siscon“.
Caleb buried deep inside of him, his right hand around his throat, choking him with an insane amount of force (thanks to his new arm) and grunting threats in his ear:
„You better be careful, Viper. Lay one finger on her and this filthy siscon will make sure you’ll never take another breath.“
Vipers eyes rolling back, as he tries to claw his hand away from his throat, desperately trying to get an apology out, but all you can hear is gurgling and the sound of Calebs pounding.
AppleStar Caleb x Xavier in collaboration with @gothxavier on twt
(we wrote this together, paragraph by paragraph - I just cleaned it up a bit before posting. I hope you enjoy <3)
Caleb had started to see those intense blue eyes in his dreams, dreams that turned lewder and lewder each goddamn time.
He was so torn on indulging into his desires, not wanting to ruin their little creative safe space they used to craft airplane models and models of constellations. Yet Xavier yearned to kiss him since the day they met, only Caleb's blissfully obliviousness holding him back by a thread.
Last night had been torture again, a vivid dream of the blonde boy moaning and gasping around his hardness, only to wake up with the painful strain of his untouched bulge yet again. Caleb was barely able to concentrate that day, zoning out while staring at Xaviers soft lips.
"You can kiss me, you know" the soft voice of his dreams finally reached out to him, short-circuiting Caleb's brain. He was frozen, unsure if he had drifted off in another dream or if his hearing was finally failing him for good.
Silence, then a light giggle filled the room—Xavier was amused about Calebs stillness.
"Like this", he would whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips. Just lightly and chastely but it was like an electric shock to Caleb's body. Xavier couldn't help but chuckle again softly, when he froze up, yet he did not expect Caleb to let all those desires from his dreams burst out in an instant, claiming his lips himself now while pushing him down on the couch. It was almost painful how needy Caleb got in seconds. But oh do those pesky butterflies fluttered in Xaviers stomach from being claimed like that out of the sudden.
They were both a blushing, heavy breathing mess when Caleb finally let go again. Both their erections painfully visible through the fabric of their clothes
Caleb's head fell against Xavier's forehead as he tried gulping in the air that felt like it had grown thinner around them. Xavier flipped them around with ease and slid down to the floor between Caleb's legs, who could only slam a hand over his own mouth to smother a pathetic "Oh god!"
When Xavier began tucking his hair behind his own ears, pushing Caleb's shirt up, pulling his jeans down with the most ravenous look in his eyes that were usually pools of calm.
He could not undress him fast enough, when Calebs swollen cock finally sprang free, stunning Xavier for a moment. The sheer size of him quite terrifying before his expression changed back to a (not so) calm smile, while his fingertips brushed over the twitching skin — just to watch his reaction to his soft touch.
Caleb had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment not to come from that awed look and the gentle touch. He can feel himself twitch under those soft finger pads, precum dripping out down his length already. Then the next thing he felt was something warm and wet an velvet soft against his tip and his eyes shot open to see Xavier experimentally brushing the flat of his tongue against him.
"Xa-vie," he choked on his own breath.
Hungry eyes gazing up at him through light lashes as his soft warm tongue connected with him. A string of precum dripping from the tip of Xaviers tongue back down on his throbbing head. “Want me to stop, Ge?”, he asked quietly, knowing fully well how enticing he must look with his flushed cheeks and darkened eyes, his breath hot on Calebs skin before he lowered his head again when Caleb took too long to answer him.
The twitch of Caleb's hips and a hand entangling in his hair pulling at it deliciously is more than enough answer even before a broken "Don't--stop" fell from the other's lips. Caleb falling apart under his ministrations was enough to make his hips buck against thin air and let out a moan of his own. He wrapped his lips around Caleb's tip, lips stretching wide around his size. He didn't know what to do exactly but his instincts leading him to suck around the delicate skin and run his tongue along it made the other hiss and buck upwards pushing his tick length deeper into Xavier's mouth.
Xavier was losing himself to his own lust as trembling hands tried to get rid of so so many unnecessary layers of fabric shortly after. His breathing heavy as he got up, straddling his friend with unhinged eagerness, as he lined up his own quivering hole with Calebs wet cock-desperate to finally feel him.
He made sure enough spit and precum was accumulated to make the slide easier and Caleb swore he was gonna pass out under Xavier pushing down on him slowly inch by inch, his head thrown back, mouth falling open in a silent cry. Caleb instinctively grabbed his hips to slow him down, because however mindboggling the scene was, Xavier was going to hurt himself going in like this. He held the blonde's hips firmly and guided him lower and lower at an agonizing pace.
Xavier didn’t fare much better, he was holding himself steady on Calebs shoulders, so hungry for more even though the pressure was unbearable. It felt like he was getting torn apart with every inch until Caleb was finally resting completely inside of him. His own erection was flowing over with precum, twitching and shuddering from any movement. They stayed like this for a while, just trying to not come from the sensation of cockwarming him alone, before Xavier slowly began moving his hips in circles. Coaxing more of Calebs hesitant voice out of him.
Caleb's moans spurred him on and the friction between them became easier and easier as his body was getting accustomed to the stretch. His thighs were burning from the strain but the sensation was just too good, too much to stop. He bucked his hips in forward while leaning back to hold himself up on Caleb's knees, the angle hitting a spot in him that made him moan out loudly. "T-there."
Caleb didn't need any more instruction than that, lifting Xavier with an impossible amount of strength before ramming back into him in the same angle making the other see stars.
The edges of his vision darkened for a moment, as the whole world turned into bliss. If Calebs grip didn’t hold him in place, he was so sure he would have fallen. The feeling is indescribable. Too much, too little, too intense, not enough. It was addicting to get set on fire like this.
Xavier couldn’t keep any composure when Caleb started thrusting into him hard against that bundle of nerves deep inside of him. The air getting knocked out of his lungs with every sharp movement.
Moans and soft gasps filled the room, as Xavier moved himself desperately in rhythm with Caleb.
He wasn’t sure if he was just fucked out of his mind or if the feeling of being weightless was real, when his weight became lighter, easier to move on his throbbing cock that got buried deep inside of him over and over until there was nothing but pure ecstasy left.
Caleb's movements were growing erratic chasing his pleasure as his EVOL wrapped around their bodies as if acting of its own accord. The near weightlessness made it easier to flip them around. Hooking Xavier's knees on his shoulders it only took a couple of thrusts to find that spot again and the other's back arched off of the sofa, his nails digging into Caleb's shoulders. He looked down to see where their bodies met and the view was dizzying. His length disappeared into the other's body again and again, making his tummy flex and stretch around Caleb's cock.
"Fuck, Xavier…fuck, I can't…I'm gonna…," he whined pathetically as the hands on his shoulder pulled him down into a filthy kiss, that was moreso just their mouths touching and tongues tangling desperately.
Xaviers nails left red stripes on his shoulder and back, desperately holding onto the little bit of sanity that was left of him. His eyes blurred with small tears when everything became too much. Lips crashing against each other in feral hunger, as his hips moved out of rhythm against the hard relentless thrusts of Caleb, his whole body shaking, thighs trembling as he felt the overwhelming sensation of lust overtaking all of his senses.
“F-Fill me.. Caleb… Ge”, he stuttered breathlessly against his lips before throwing them into another intense fight with their tongues. It didn’t take long for Xavier to lose himself fully. His whole body tensed, squeezing Caleb deliciously as he let out another loud moan, shattering around him. And then when he finally let go, glowing fluid, like liquid light itself sprayed against his own stomach and chest. His fluttering walls drove Caleb over the edge too, he whined his name once more as he filled him. His hot seed pooling deep inside of the blonde boy.
Calebs arms and EVOL held his exhausted body up gently, letting him sway in the aftermath of their highs.
Xaviers breath slowed little by little with his gaze fixed at the ceiling. He felt the ache of his behind, Calebs pulse still deep inside of him, unsure of what had come over them to unravel, no explode into a lustful frenzy like that.
Yet there were no regrets. A soft giggle eventually escaped his throat as he looks up at the taller man from between his slick, sweaty hair strands.
“I said you can kiss me… not fuck me.”, he teased him playfully, enjoying the stunning red blush that captured Calebs ears and cheeks as he rested beneath him.
"I think…I got carried away a little," Caleb said, his blush creeping down his chest as he looked away, trying to cover his face with the back of his hand.
Xavier tangled his own fingers with his and pried the hand away giving him free access to place a gentle kiss on the corner of the other's lips.
"I never said I didn't enjoy it," Xavier replied with a chuckle nosing at the flushed cheek, a gesture wildly gentler than how roughly he just had gotten pounded into the sofa.
Caleb turned his head gently to place a kiss on his nose, his wild heartbeat slowing finally back to its normal rhythm.
"I've been wanting to do that a while," the confession tumbled from his lips.
"Yeah, me too," Xavier admitted lacking any filter, as usual.
Caleb's eyes widened in shock, because as obvious as Xavier's current attraction was, if it had been there for weeks like for Caleb himself then he had been stupendously blind.
"How--how long?"
"Oh, since you invited me to build that spaceship model. The SR-1000," Xavier said, keeping his voice nonchalant.
"Wait…that…that was the first one we built together. It was the day we met."
Xavier's eyes flitted to the side, embarrassment flushing him a deep scarlet this time.
"Yes. Yes it was.", he admitted softly, thinking back on how many evenings he had spent alone, his own fingers deep inside of him, moaning the others name. How he had lost all composure thinking about the way Calebs tongue poked out of his mouth, when he was really concentrated, how often Xavier had to rush to the bathroom, splashing cold water in his face and neck to calm down from just watching those dexterous fingers work on airplane models.
In fact he had fucked himself silly on his favourite toy just before their met that day… somehow fortunate that he did, otherwise he was sure Calebs size would have ripped him apart easily.
It was almost adorable how scared Caleb had been about his own lust for his friend, when that blonde boys thoughts were constantly in the gutter. Thinking about rimming him while they painted plane models, dreaming of burying his face in Calebs balls while keeping the most neutral expression on his face.
They rested like this for quite a while, comfortable silence wrapping around them as Xaviers face was buried in his neck, breathing in his scent. Only after a while his voice cut through the silence again.
"Can we go again?", he asked innocently, causing Caleb to look at him in shock, unsure if he heard him correctly.
and he did, that bunboy was just insatiable.
Freshly turned MC watches as Papa offers his neck to the newborn Rafayel with pure hunger and greed in her eyes. A soft growl escapes her throat. Sylus red eyes meet hers. One of his hands rests on the back of Rafayels head as the youngling drinks up groaning and gasping greedily. Fathers extends the other to her, offering her his wrist at the same time. “Drink deep. No need for jealousy my lovely daughter.” He cannot help but feel proud about his little new formed family and lovers. They were learning so quickly, still so taken by the newfound hunger. Their greed was so incredibly adorable, warming his cold undead heart.
MC had been drunk on the last victim Papa Sylus had scored her, her beautiful small lips were smeared with blood as she left bloody kisses all over his thick throbbing cock.
His hand rested on her head, caressing her hair softly. “You are such a hungry little thing tonight.”, he purred towards her, fully enjoying the way she had lost herself in her hunger and desires for him. Breathy gasps against his bloody skin as her tongue darted out, cherishing each drop of blood her lips had left behind before taking him deep into her small throat, coating him with the sticky mess that was foreign blood and her own saliva mixed together.
Sylus had been training her well.
A crystal glass of dark red liquid rested in his hands. Sylus let the red swirl gently, a intoxicating metallic scent slowly filling the room, while his gaze swept over the angry fanged face of the freshly turned MC.
She hadn’t been tamed just yet, a wild newborn beast with hate and love for her father, but he knew just the way to make her obey.
He let the blood trickle down on his swollen cock, twitching delightfully under the red drizzle, as MC watched him with feral red eyes, salivated at the delicious display.
“Go on my dearest daughter, drink up before the hunger drives you mad.”, he laughed softly, letting her explore him.
She was insatiable, biting him, lapping up every single drop. Yet Sylus simply endured her feral display with an amused smile and soft growls whenever she got too wild.
Only when the light of her eyes returned and her hunger had been sated did he begin teaching her how to please.
She was learning quickly, despite her defiance , as her hunger grew—not only for blood but for her fathers flesh too.
TW: age gap | grooming | mild medfet | piss mention
Whenever Zayne put on gloves, Mika couldn’t help but blush.
The way the material enclosed his big scarred hands like a second skin, stretching and hugging his fingers was just sooo mesmerising.
Mika didn‘t know if it was simply cause of the amount of times Zayne had touched them with those blue nitrile gloves on or because it was, well… just Zayne.
The light resistance whenever the older one had caressed their damaged skin with them, easing the strain of their scars when he massaged the salve in on their sensitive chest all those months ago.
Sometimes Mika wondered if Zayne had been so strict with their scar treatment cause of his own.
Ragged rivers of pain that had eaten into Zaynes arms and hands. But even if he hid them most of the time, the little one still appreciated all of him.
In fact, Mika loved letting their hands move along those lines, cherishing it with childlike innocence, even leaving kisses on them whenever they were cuddling with him.
But now Zayne had caught their flustered self again. Green eyes piercing through the curtain of black hair, as he watched them flinch from stretching the gloves over his own hand for a moment before letting them snatch back against his skin.
„Are you developing a fever? I thought your sleep had been well recently.“, Zayne whispered softly, concern lacing his voice as he pushed Mikas soft messy hair aside to align his own forehead with them.
„Hm. I guess it must be something else this time.“, he sighed softly, caressing Mikas cheek with his gloved hand, making it worse without knowing.
Mika almost jumped from the office chair that they had rested on while waiting on Zayne to finish up work.
Zaynes eyes flickered towards the blinds and the door, moving away to draw them close and lock the door before turning around again.
Of course he had already noticed the way Mika flinched and avoided his gaze whenever he had put on gloves.
Normally he wouldn’t even approach the young one like this, especially not at his workplace but today had been nothing but an absolute nightmare.
Teasing them seemed like the perfect salvation from his stress.
A few long strides before he stopped in front of them, tilting the back of the chair to make them lose their balance. Cold lips seeking their neck while his hands began pushing up Mikas hoodie, gloved fingers pushing against their sensitive nips, as his mouth slowly devoured their neck and ears, until he stole their breath. The small child trembled from the sudden intensity of his touches.
„Z-Zayne… what if someone needs you“, Mika whined softly, trying to stop the assault on their soft skin.
„I am clearly resting, don’t you think. Besides. It seems like you need me the most at this very moment.“, he replied softly before pushing a kiss against their lips, his hands further exploring their body, pulling down the baggy pants with their underwear in one smooth movement, dipping two fingers between their legs, the blue material sticking to their sensitive clit for a moment before their overflowing slick eased the touch, making the fingers glide with ease between the folds before pushing them into Mika.
Zayne swallowed Mikas moan with his own tongue, stealing their breath while his fingers carefully curled up inside them.
Dad Zayne was an excellent and kind papa despite his harsh work schedule. You loved him regardless. Drinking hot chocolate with him huddled up under a warm blanket was your most favourite way to spend your weekends with him.
But then when you breasts started developing and your scent got stronger. Dad didn’t want to spend his evenings cuddling anymore. You were so sad… begging for hugs but he never hugged you like before. Every touch was so fleeting…
“Does Papa hate me?“ you asked yourself with teary eyes, looking at the mirror while taking in your changing form.
You hated this change of your body and your closeness with him. But little did you know that the change in papa’s behaviour was anything but hate. It was pure restraint. Your omega pheromones were so pungent it hurt to not touch you.
Zayne did his outmost best to not just defile his darling daughter, to claim her as his.
But he was a weak man… and one night when you were fast asleep he couldn’t help himself. He came home so very late from the hospital, you were curled up in his bed in your cute snowflake nightwear, dried tears still sticking to your blushed cheeks, your eyebrows still furrowed. His scarred hand wandered softly over your cheek and hair.
„I am so sorry, Princess…“, he whispered softly as he laid down next to you, pulling your limp sleeping body in his embrace. He buried his nose deep into your hair, craving your scent, your everything. Zaynes hands were shaking as he held you impossible close. He stayed like this for a while, just indulging into your warmth.
It was only innocent cuddling, was it not?
But Zayne knew, knew too well how much his arching hardness was already straining against the fabric of his slacks. Heat practically radiating from him, as he slowly lost himself to his desires. Long slender fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, exposing you in a slow deliberate motion. It was like he got hit with a hammer when you laid bare in his arms, your scent so intoxicating that he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He prayed you wouldn’t wake, as he ravished you, his tongue lapping and exploring your cute little pussy, as he drank deep of your delicious juices. Just completely lost, his own cock begging for release, grunts and gasps escaping him as his tongue pushed you closer and closer to your first sleepy climax. His own manhood grinding and rutting desperately against the mattress. Eager for friction, for your body… but he couldn’t allow himself to destroy you just yet…
Preteen MC is so cute cause you still have her just wanting to be daddys lil princess while sylus is trying hard to not destroy his little doll
When she is bored she loves to play with his large hands, moving it and holding it on a couple of fingers while watching tv or just being on his lap during one of his meetings. Sometimes she thinks she is too old for it but dadlus loves encouraging her to keep her close. I can also imagine that she was really bitey when she was a bit younger still and her teeth fell out and she had this itch… so even now she sometimes gnaws on his fingers… very much to his dismay cause it makes him rockhard feeling her soft lips on his skin
If she is a little menace on purpose he sometimes grabs her jaw or her tongue to stop her from biting, making her look him in the eyes while scolding her. He really just wants to steal her breath with his tongue tho…
Good thing she tends to be asleep fast and deep
Fucking against her pouty little lips and half open mouth feels amazing. He used her whole body before. Fucking between her thighs, against her lips, between her arms into her armpit, using her limp hand… but nothing really sates him. His hunger is growing with each year and month until he eventually allows himself a little taste
And god is it incredible. She is so small and soft, tastes so sweet but he couldn’t behave and woke her up…
She is his treasure
So much so that his aethercore craves her
Maybe the reason why he did not dare to take her with him during main story at that young age cause he was terrified of losing control
But dadlus is a depraved man. That little bit of guilt is more a web of flimsy strings than a restraint
Obsession… he needs to be her every first and to make her dependent on his warmth and touch
Fulfilling his own desires happens at night but getting her used to his touch? 24/7
His hand lingering on her small thigh, whenever she sits close or on his lap or in the car next to him.
Making her blush and squirm away becomes like a sport for him - And of course he mocks her for being shy
On the topic of shortened school skirts:
He has his hand on her thigh, his hand is so big that it can splay almost from knee up to her pussy. He looks down at her when he picks her up at school. „Seatbelt.“, he reminds her sharply before driving off. He keeps looking over, his hand eventually finding her thigh, gripping her soft skin. „So does your skirt always shrink as soon as you get to school, kiddo?“
He plays with the short hem, deliberately letting his fingers brush against her warm core. „You really want me to get in trouble for not dressing my little daughter properly, mhm? You know kitten. Whenever a girl twists her skirt up like that, it makes an easy target out of her. Tell me did your room teacher stare at you again? What was his name again.. Mr.Shen was it?“
He keeps massaging her thigh, finger cups brushing against her underwear, making her squirm and let out little gasps. „Do you really have nothing to say?“ he mocks her, fully aware that she is a blushing wet mess and cannot concentrate on his speech
„Tell me, do you want him to touch you like this too? Are you really just a little slut?“
MC lets out a loud „No, Im sorry Papa I won’t do it anymore… please“ but she is not sure if she is begging for him to continue or to stop
He is upset enough to lose himself when they arrive home. Just pinning her against the wall and growling in her ear that she belongs to him
Stealing her breath with his lips, biting and sucking at her neck, marking her. He will not fuck her though but maybe finger her or eat her out…
She has school next day and he forces her to keep her skirt at normal length and walk around with all those little marks on her pretty neck, her hair up in a high ponytail.
Xavier loses his shit, beause she clearly made out with another boy… Maybe he will ask her into the class after school, demanding to know who it was
(Jealous mofo)
Mc keeps her mouth shut and just when xavier gets handsy, dad walks in. „Sweetie I cannot stay on that parking lot for that lo- oh? Am I interrupting something?“
They just glare at each other while Sylus pulls her close to his side, his hand resting inappropriately on her behind to make a point without saying anything
Sylus picking up teen Fyelle from her weekend at uncle Rafayels house.
She seems super happy to see her dad again, crashing into his arms and nuzzling her head against his chest, before he leads her towards his car.
It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep on the passenger seat.
Sylus asks her how her weekened was, if she had fun with Rafayel and what they did all weekend only to be met with slurred and more and more quiet answers from her, until they eventually give in to soft breathing.
He lets out a soft amused chuckle as he looks over at her sleeping form. One hand resting on her thigh, caressing her gently. "My fearless kitten finally tuckered out… impressive", he whispers to himself, as he navigates through the streets back to the N109 Zone.
Fyelle sleeps soundly on their way back, not even waking when Sylus scoops her out of the car to carry her inside. Her hands are resting on her soft skin, holding her close to his chest.
He lays her down in his own bedroom, putting away his coat before helping his little princess undress and get ready for bed.
His hands roam her small form, taking in every inch, taking note of every little mark left by that insatiable siren. He let out an annoyed sigh before stripping her completely. Fye grumbled softly, shivering from being exposed the cold air, before she rolled herself in the blanket beneath her.
Her dad couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh come on Princess. You know you cannot sleep just yet. Visiting your uncle comes with set conditions…", he whispered in her ear, as his tall form enveloped her completely. He pressed soft kisses against her neck until she relaxed beneath him again.
"Good girl, now let Papa take a proper look."
His hands wandered down her body, until they pushed her tired thighs apart, giving him a good view of her still puffy little cunt, overflowing with transluscent cum.
Sylus scoffs. Not only did his treasure get handled roughly by Rafayel - evident by all the marks on her body - no. this goddamn fool didn't even have the decency to clean her up after powering her out.
"Unbelievable.", he hisses softly before taking out his phone, two of his long fingers spreading her swollen folds, displaying the mess Rafayel left dripping from her cute little hole, before taking a photo.
"Care to explain this? You better make sure she knows you love her next time. Inacceptable to leave her like that.", he scolded the arrogant artist through a text message, before taking care of his little girl himself. Cleaning her carefully with a warm wet towel before pulling her into his arms, using her soft little hand to stroke himself while he let her sleep off her exhaustion. He deserved a bit of her too.
After all he had missed her terribly so…
Sylus seeing MC being auctioned off at an underground event in the N109 Zone as a mass destruction weapon after a breach at one of EVER facilities. His blood is boiling seeing this small girl trembling in a cage on stage. Arms and legs bound, drugged and blindfolded while people joked about her abilities and her untouched body. He was determined to free her, bring her home, raise her and show her what love really was.
Little fyelle runs around the onychinus base with her lil sorceress doll and dragon plushie, being a little menace with her big twin brothers and annoying sylus at any opportunity. She calls him papa on accident one of these days, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she grumbles softly to herself after realising what she had called him. Sylus is melting though, hugging her tightly and messing up her purple hair playfully. „Papa? Now Kitten thats a new one…“, he chuckles. „I like it.“, he adds after a while, trying to appease the little huffy creature on his lap.
Fyelle loves bathing with papa too. Having him foam up her hair and make her wear little bubble crowns while she sits on his lap. His erection lays flat against her stomach. She sits comfortably on him, its holding her in place comfortably as she innocently plays with her rubber ducky and his cock. He tries his best to distract himself with washing her, his eyes focused on her small little neck, oh how easy it would be to snap her neck with his teeth… Sylus feels awful for letting her play with him like that, yet he tries to reassure himself that his guilt is not needed, that this is still innocent enough. He didn’t do anything to her after all. He would wait patiently until she was old enough for any playtime…
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