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Supernovas and Blackholes
Ashlynn Moirai // Electro Evol user with specialization in Staff weapons // Clumsy but skilled // Full time Hunter, Part time foodie, All time green apple // Doc File // Discord avaliable upon request or getting to know one another Rules: No godmoding No one liners No impatient behaviour Real life comes first No guilt tripping No ghosting (just say something)
What Caleb does to make you stop overworking yourself (very self indulgent of me tbh) also kinda my first time writing smut 🫣
Caleb - Overstimulation/Cervix kisses
Caleb forced you to hold your own legs up and open, your knees up by your ears with your nails digging into your skin. Each time you let go Caleb would slap your cunt turning you into the pathetic mess that now lay before him. His pace punishing. You'd lost count of how many times you'd been forced to cum in the last hour. Your cheeks were almost as wet as the mess inbetween you both.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry- Fuck! I won't do it again!" You cried, feeling the familiar pressure slowly building up again in your stomach. A white ring of cum was slowly getting more prominent around his cock.
"You already went agaisnt your word, how can I trust you'll keep this one?" He punctuated each word with a thrust, somehow each one deeper than the last. The sounds he was pulling out of you were pornagraphic. The room was filled with its own symphony, your cries combined with the squelching coming from every thrust.
Another sob tore from your throat as your nails dug into his biceps. The necklace you'd give him dangling above you swinging back and forth as if it was trying to hypnotize you.
"Those tears won't work on me this time," He purred leaning down to kiss a tear from your face. "I'm just holding you accountable pips." He grabbed your face with one hand sticking two fingers into your mouth.
"Mmph!" You choked on his fingers but instinctively began sucking
"Good girl...is this why you didn't listen? Don't tell me you wanted me to come home and use you like this?" He teased, slipping his now wet fingers to your clit rubbing circles at the same speed at his thrusts.
Your body arched off the bed with a strangled groan but Caleb wouldn't let up. His fingers relentless with his mission to make you cum again.
"You can always just ask for me to help you relax, you didn't have to go through all this." He murmured between kisses to your neck, forcing another cry from you, he could feel you fluttering around him, even after how many times he'd made you cum already your body still trying to reach another high. His eyes darted from your clit to your face as your body threatened to come apart again.
"Fuck your squeezin' me so tightly." He groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh for leverage.
"Cay!" You sobbed feeling the familiar pressure snap, as your orgasm hit you like a wave, knocking all the air from you as you writhed beneath him blubbering out apology after apology, as he fucked you through it.
"You can apologize all you want, I'm not done with you yet."
Caleb as a Husband Headcanons 🍎
Being married to Caleb feels alive.
Warm laughter in the kitchen. Arms around your waist while you are trying to do something. Stolen kisses. Teasing. Comfort. The kind of love that feels easy even when life is difficult.
Caleb loves loudly compared to the others.
Not necessarily with grand gestures all the time, but with openness. With presence. With the constant reminder that you are loved every single day.
Marriage with him feels like: coming home and immediately being happier because he is there.
mean gege fucks different. he comes out when you push and push and push, depriving him of affection all day, disobeying, stomping your feet and spitting cruel words at him when he tries to fix it, like you are asking for punishment. he drops his hips down into you, warm skin slapping against your ass with a mind-numbing feral intensity as he drives through your spasming walls.
he grinds in equally desperate measure, rolling his hips until he reaches your deepest part. he's not gentle. the force of it pushes you down into the mattress in a way that almost forces the air from your lungs. and when he holds it, buried to the hilt, he's so heavy and so deep inside that you convulse beneath him, croaking out something incomprehensible.
"where's my good girl?" he grunts into your neck as he humps your ass—thick muscular thighs tensing either side of you. "so naughty all day.... where'd gege's good little girl go?"
his fingers invade your mouth again, already slick with drool from the way he intermittently plays with your tongue. it stops you attempting to answer. he doesn't need an answer. he knows you get him riled up like this on purpose; he knows sometimes you just want to cry buried under his heavy body and forget everything else. brainless and wordless; empty entirely besides your big bother's throbbing cock.
"you like it when gege is mean, hm? such a bad girl..." he licks at your wet cheek, lapping up your tears as you suckle at his finger between sobs. "it's okay... let go. just cry for me. take gege's fat cock and cry on my fingers, mm? that's it..."
i posted a video to go along with this on my twitter
zayne fucking you raw for the first time
"having human saliva inside you is a direct invitation for various infections," his brows furrow as if you should know better. you just scoff.
"if you truly desire something inside you, we can use lube as an alternative," he suggests gently. your brows thin into a line, uninterested.
"it's cold," you counter.
"we could warm it." you consider for a moment before shaking your head erratically.
"we're married, zayne. and you haven't finished in me once!" you grip his chin. "it's either your spit or your cum," you deadpan.
zayne sighs defeated at your adamance. he's teetering between a rock and a hard place. "then I'll have to choose the lesser evil,"
he lays a few conditions of his own before you dive into anything. he chooses the day according to your cycle and a precautionary visit to the OB/GYN the following day. you agree to it all.
in return, you take precautions of your own. you have his wrists loosely tied behind his back with a silk tie as his cock slips between your folds. the both of you watch as his mushroom tip dribbles out pre to mix with your own mess.
hidden photo album
based on a text convo in the game! (in read more)
Duskshard Dream
Mischevious meimei ≽(•⩊ •マ≼
Happy Birthday to my MC 🥳
Caleb gets down on one knee, opens a box to reveal- Not a ring, but a custom ankle monitor just for you.
You were the only home I’d ever needed…❤️🥀
Netherlord Caleb x Mc | Love and Deepspace fan animation
Netherlord Caleb x MC rkgk ⋆｡°✩
°✧*:·゚ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ··· a collection of political marriages, throne betrayals, crown versus heart & forbidden alliances sentence starters. genre: royal drama, angst, power struggles, forbidden love.
• The treaty has been signed. • You wear my crown well. • I care not for desire. You're marrying the heir to secure the alliance. • The council has voted. Your claim to the throne has been invalidated. • Take off the crown when you speak to me. I want to see the person, not the monarch. • I found the poison in your chambers. Were you planning to use it on my father or me? • Our kingdoms have been at war for three generations. A wedding won't change that. • You're asking me to choose between you and my birthright. That's not fair. • I saw you in the gardens with [insert name]. Does your betrothed know? • I don't want the throne. I never wanted it, not truly. • The marriage was never consummated. We can still get an annulment before anyone knows. • You're a hostage here. Stop pretending otherwise. • I loved you before you were king/queen. I'm not sure I can love what you've become. • The lords are calling for your head. I can't protect you anymore. • Your signature on this document means war. You know that, don't you? • I'm carrying your child. Your legitimate heir is going to have a bastard sibling. • They found your letters to the enemy court. They're calling it treason. • You promised me a crown. Instead, I'm locked in a tower. • The alliance is broken. Your family killed mine under a banner of peace. • I don't trust you. But I need your army. • You've been on the throne for six turns of the moon, and already there are three coup attempts. • We were meant to rule together. When did you decide you wanted to rule alone? • The royal bloodline ends with me. I cannot give you an heir. • I would burn this kingdom to the ground for you. Is that what you wish to hear? • You're not fit to rule. The council is preparing to name a regent. • I loved you when we were just children in the garden. Before any of this mattered. • The succession is unclear. If you die without an heir, the kingdom falls to chaos. • They're starving in the streets while we feast in the palace. • Your exile is permanent. If you return, it's death. • I never agreed to be a political pawn. I had dreams before I had a crown. • You killed the rightful heir. Every day you sit on that throne is built on murder. • The marriage contract has a clause. If I fail to produce an heir, you can set me aside. • Your father's debts are now yours. • I am a queen, not a broodmare. I will rule, not just provide heirs. • The small council is calling for your execution. I'm running out of reasons to deny them. • Your claim is older than mine, but my army is larger. Choose your next words carefully. • I didn't realize loving you would be considered an act of treason. • The regent is poisoning the young king/queen. I have proof, but no one will believe me. • You renounced your titles for me. I never asked you to destroy yourself. • The consort's chambers are on the opposite side of the palace. There's a reason for that. • The lords are circulating a petition to have our marriage dissolved for barrenness. • I watched them behead my entire family. You expect me to swear fealty? • The alliance needs consummation witnesses. I know it's barbaric, but it's tradition. • I didn't flee my own kingdom just to become a prisoner in yours.
VERY SPECIFIC MUSE QUESTIONS THAT YOU SHOULD ANSWER BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW
* most of these are about food preferences.
what is a dish (dinner, dessert, breakfast, etc) that your muse loves but wouldn't make for themselves?
what is your muse's typical hair care routine, if applicable? any specific type of products (shampoo, conditioner, treatment) or steps they follow?
if your muse was a type of plant (tree, flower, grass, etc), what do you think they would be and why? can be based off of appearance, plant symbolism, scent, or just general vibes.
what's an example of a grievance your muse would have with someone, based solely on petty matters? (ex: someone who doesn't thank bus drivers, plays music without headphones in public, chews loudly, etc)
if your muse had the opportunity to splurge on one item that is completely non-essential to their lifestyle, what would it be?
does your muse wear makeup? if so, what do they like?
field trip time: if your muse were to go to the zoo or the aquarium, what exhibits or attractions would they like to see?
has your muse previously (or currently!) owned any stuffed animals or special toys? if so, do they have names?
how would your muse react to pigeons trying to steal their food?
if your muse were a type of supernatural creature (ghost, vampire, werewolf, poltergeist, banshee, etc), what would they be and why? what would they be like? if your muse is already one of these creatures in their canon/main verse, what would they be like as a mortal/human?
if your muse could only eat one type of candy for the rest of their life, what would it be?
who is your muse's favourite cartoon bear? (ex: paddington, winnie the pooh, corduroy, care bears, the berenstains, the creepy one from toy story, etc)
scenario: your muse is at the library and i am forcing them to check out at least one book, but it can only be from the nonfiction section, what book are they choosing? (you don't have to specify title or author because i realize a lot of people don't memorize those for nonfiction. just give me a general idea of the book.)
i'm forcing your muse to work in a grocery store for one month. what position and department are you appointing them? (ex: cashier, management, stock, grocery department, produce department, deli department, etc.) good luck because grocery store customers are ruthless.
PROMPTS FOR ACCIDENTALLY RUNNING INTO A ONE NIGHT STAND YOU THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER SEE AGAIN * assorted dialogue for that specific scenario where your muse slept with someone and then they parted ways, never expecting to run into each other until that amazing "oh my god, it's you" moment, adjust as necessary
please don't tell me you work here.
admit it. you still think about me.
that was the best night of my life.
i tried finding you, tried tracking you down.
you never told me your name.
well... this is awkward.
we could go for a round two later.
could i take you out for drinks?
this cannot be happening.
there were no feelings involved.
they're asking how we know each other. what do we say?
i never thought i'd ever see you again.
did you ever tell anyone about us?
maybe we could try going on a proper date this time.
you didn't even give me a chance to talk to you the next morning.
by the time i woke up, you were gone.
you didn't even leave me your number.
i never got your name.
can we just start over and try this all again? pretend like we never met?
so... wait. we're going to be coworkers?
they're very strict about fraternization.
there is no "us." we were never anything.
i cannot mix my professional life and my personal life.
act like you don't know me.
it was just a one night stand.
we should start over.
you can't flirt with me anymore.
i should have spent the night.
can we just act like it never happened and carry on like normal?
i thought about you every night.
no, i've never met you before in my life.
i didn't have time to get involved in anyone.
i never promised i'd stay the night.
i'll admit, it was great.
so it was a night of great sex. big whoop.
they can't know we slept together, okay?
i've moved on, and so should you.
keep this between us.
did you tell anyone we hooked up?
don't give me that look.
so you do think about me.
i wish i stayed overnight.
if they find out we slept together, we're in big trouble.
of course i think about you.
you were honestly the best i've ever had
it was a mistake to hook up like that.
it was just for fun.
we never should have crossed that line.
let's just put that in the past and forget it even happened.
i have to focus on my work now and not think about you.
pretend like we just met.
will you finally give me your name?
so... what should i call you?
i'm not used to seeing you with clothes on.
you look different in daylight.
you can't flirt your way into my pants this time.
it was amazing, i'll admit, but we can't go back.
please don't tell them what happened.
to tell you the truth, i missed you.
i haven't been with anyone since.
we could try being friends.
admit it. you loved it.
please don't mess this up for me.
you've always been on my mind.
i can't believe i finally found you.
if we're going to work together, we need to put everyone aside and focus.
don't smile at me like that.
[Open starter; canon storyline]
The caffine in her system was slowly coming to an end and reminding her that she'd been awake longer than she'd previously slept, but while the ache in her body was minimal the ache in her head and heart was a bitter taste in her mouth. Ashlynn had been staring at the message in the file for hours, scanning, examining, analysing every hand written stroke, every letter, and every word, but the sentences never changed and she didn't understand any more than she did before. The frustration in her was obvious on her face as the bandaid across her nose scrunched up with every scowl or irritated look that crossed her visage. Her hair was a mess and she really wanted to go home and shower but she was desperate to understand this situation better. Whatever she could find would help the association and those in need against the wanderer plight. But the note...the note was odd. No one wrote important info by hand anymore, prefering to store it away digitally despite the potential to have that information stolen. Did it even matter between physical and digital? These things were still sought after and stolen regardless of its media...but why was this hand written with little to no sense being made of its complicated sentences. The cafe attendant placed another cup of sweetened coffee and a small plate of buttered and jam coated toast with a small wink in sympathy of her plight. She was grateful for the snack and drink as she nibbled at the toast and made notes on the writing.
Supernovas and Blackholes
Ashlynn Moirai // Electro Evol user with specialization in Staff weapons // Clumsy but skilled // Full time Hunter, Part time foodie, All time green apple // Doc File // Discord avaliable upon request or getting to know one another Rules: No godmoding No one liners No impatient behaviour Real life comes first No guilt tripping No ghosting (just say something)
