sub!choso whining and pleading as you ride him, his cock aching and pulsating with need as you bounce up and down on his lap. your perfect tits all in his flushed face
sub!choso’s expression is so fucked out and all he can do is meekly hold your hips, big and warm hands wrapped so snuggly around them
sub!choso can barely form coherent sentences, the only things he can muster are “fuck baby, just like that..”
or “please.. keep going.. oh my god—“
and you enjoy every second of it, his pleading and whiny tone egging you on further. your pace is relentless as you rest your hands on his bare chest, his cock is thick and fills your sopping cunt up so well
sub!choso buries his face in your neck, muttering soft pleas onto the soft skin. “i’m so— fuck.. so close” and you can feel that coil in your stomach about to snap
sub!choso thrusts his hips up as much as he can to meet your pace making you cry out in pleasure, your juices coating him beneath. as you near the sweet high that you chase, you feel choso’s cock shooting warm ropes of cum deep into your poor weeping cunt
“shiitt..” just as he falls back against the headboard you feel yourself gushing all over his cock, eyes clouded in pure ecstasy. you both come down from your highs, heavy panting is the only thing that fills the room as you lean forward to rest against his chest
⭑.ᐟ RE9 leon kennedy ── RE9 leon saves your life and you can't stop thinking about it ; NSFW ; age gap ; fem reader ; minor panic attack ; loneliness ; riding ; rough sex.
you never liked driving in the first place.
and even so, out of necessity, you find yourself here— slamming on the brakes because something appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road.
the sound of your tires echoes in the quiet of the early morning. you blink. your forehead cracks against the steering wheel. the world’s on hold for a second.
one terrible second where you exist as a murderer.
but then the person stands up from between your tires. growls at your windshield. leers at you with bloodshot eyes. lives.
by the time you realize that what you have in front of you is not a person, it's already too late. from where this… thing came from, at least five more just came out.
they surround your car, block all your escape routes, trap you as if this were a well-crafted plan. and then they savagely smash your windows.
thump, thump, thump.
your tired mind is too slow to even process whatever is happening. you're just scared. paralyzed. can only watch with tearful eyes as the glass slowly shatters, giving way to your possible doom. all because you didn't have someone who can drive you to work.
and just when you were thinking about all your regrets in life, about how lonely you were at the end— he appeared.
a vengeful angel, clad in black leather and axe in hand.
the man in front of you is ruthless. you witness from your windshield how he moves among the beasts, lethal but effective. a well-oiled machine trained for the harshest situations. for this.
when his hand comes down, it does so with the force of a whip, splitting his attackers' heads in half. killing without remorse. he kicks, parries, slays.
that night blood splatters to the ground in equal measure as the rain.
and at the end, only he remains standing.
illuminated by the headlights of your car like some fucked up movie star. like your own bloody superhero. like—like another human being.
you get out of your car before you can even think about it.
"oh my god! are you—are you okay?" you ask, frantic, breathless. your eyes jump from one beast to another on the floor, your sneakers getting stained with their black blood. "what the hell is going on!? i—killed one of these things before. with my car. and then—it just got up. like it was nothing. like—oh my god."
"calm down," the man says, wiping his axe with his jacket. his voice is deep, you notice. soothing. "they're dead, now. everything's fine."
"don't you dare tell me to calm down! there's blood everywhere and you just killed five—things. zombies. whatever. i just—i don't understand..."
you clutch your chest, clawing at your shirt where your heart's supposed to be. you're choking, you realize. the collar of your uniform is way too tight around your neck and you simply can. not. breathe.
why.
why is this happening to you?
are you a murderer, now? an accomplice? what even are those things?
why, why, why.
is that how you're supposed to go at the end? scared and alone?
“shit—” suddenly, a gentle hand slides down your back, clearing the fog from your tired brain. his touch is warm. so very warm. in a form your chilled flesh has never known before. or maybe forgot. "i'm such an asshole— breathe, c'mon. you are safe, i promise you that."
and in some pathetic way, that works.
because you don't know who this man is or why he's able to do what he does. but his touch is so caring. so good. you can't help but cling on to him. to his presence. his warmth.
"there we go, just breathe. i've got you."
you gasp. one in, one out. one in, one out.
and slowly, oh so slowly—you lift your head.
fuck.
your car's headlights still shine on him, highlighting his imperfections in the dead end of the night. even so, with grime and blood on his jacket, the man holding you is breathtaking. beautiful.
his brow furrows with concern, revealing the small wrinkles around his eyes. his beard might need a trim, the same way as his black greying hair that covers one of his eyes. the only eye you can see shines with a fierceness that just pins you to the spot.
he's older than you. dangerously so.
when you swallow the lump in your throat, it stings.
"sorry, i—i didn't mean to freak out."
he stops you. his hand still rubbing your back in tight circles, acting like an anchor amid all this chaos. “don't be. honestly, i should know better. the first time this happened to me i had a fairly similar reaction."
the words are uttered with such disdain that you just have to ask. "first time?"
"it's a long story." he laughs. ugly. resentful. a restrained storm in the middle of the ocean, waiting for the right moment to strike. "now c'mon, let's sit down for a bit."
the man maneuvers you like a doll. opening your car and making you sit on the edge of the seat like he owned it. like he owned you.
and you let him.
"is there anyone who can come pick you up? boyfriend? family?"
you shake your head, resigned to your reality. to be the pitiful one. “there's no one.”
that stops him. almost as if he wasn't expecting that answer. as if the mere thought of you being all alone in this world were ridiculous. impossible even.
ha! if only he knew how pathetic you really are. crawling back to a house where the only company is your own shadow.
every day of your damn life.
strangely, that doesn't repulse him.
on the contrary, he just thinks about it for a few seconds. and then, more hesitant, he adds— "would you like me to drive you?"
the yes almost slips out of your mouth. too fast. too desperate. always asking for too much.
instead, you do what you do best.
you make yourself seem smaller. easier to digest for the world. "you don't have to, it's actually not that far from here—"
“see? perfect. we're going the same direction.” he cuts you off, turning towards the driver's side.
and that's that.
like you said, your house isn't far from the massacre you both leave behind. it's only a few minutes' drive. minutes where you shamefully can't look away from his hands curling around your steering wheel. there's a long scar covering one of them and calluses where you assume some kind of weapon rested frequently. they're big too. skilled.
the ghost of their warmth still lingers on the icy skin of your lower back. luring you to reach for more. like a siren call.
minutes pass where you have to hold yourself tight to your seat. just in case the call works.
"this is it, right?" he finally says, killing off the engine of the car
you snap out of your trance, looking away with shame. the building is definitely where you live, yes. still, you make no effort to reach the door. you can't.
"i-i don't know how to thank you. you saved my life."
he just lies down on the seat, closing his eyes in exhaustion. "mine's a thankless job. just don't worry about it"
"i will, though."
you don't know what led you to say the next thing. maybe you're pathetic like that. or maybe you saw a loneliness in this man's eyes that mirrors your own.
but what you do next is the easiest thing you ever did in your life.
"you know, you should just stay the night."
the rest happens in a blur.
with a frenzy of movement, you both move into your apartment. you kiss his lips, his chin, his neck. his beard burns where it scrapes against your face and you love every second of it.
when his hands return to your body, you sigh with relief. yes, yes. that's how it's supposed to feel. his rugged skin squeezes your ass, his palms kneading both cheeks. engulfing them in their entirety. you just cling to his body. parted lips. eyes blown wide.
you can almost hear his teeth grinding with ill-concealed desire. trying to stop himself. because surely this. is. not. right.
but you know better now. he can't stop himself any more than you can.
your trembling limbs strip each other bare. the first thing to go is the bloody leather, spilled out at your doorstep like a last thought. then your sneakers. one thrown on your couch, another in the hall. when you reach your room, a trail of crimson-stained clothes decorates your apartment.
one lonely path leading to this moment right now.
“fuck—there we go, angel. take what you need.” he coos.
and god, if that doesn't make your hole throb. he's lying among your sheets. sheets that, mind you, haven't touched another body until today. but now there's him. naked. perfect. cock standing proudly between his thighs, already leaking from the tip. all because of you.
you can't wait any second longer.
slowly, you drag your body towards him. mounting his thighs like a dog in heat, like a stupid mutt with one single thought in mind. while your palm seeks support on his scarred chest, your fingers part your sticky folds, spreading the slick that drips so generously from your hole. up and down. up and down.
and then—with one single thrust—you sink into his cock.
the burn's instantaneous. his eyebrows furrow as if he were in pain. a grunt escapes from deep within his gut. he jerks his hips, helpless against your tight walls.
and you? you can't help but come alive.
the entirety of his length fills you so well that you can even feel it in the tip of your toes, in your teeth. it's painful, it's too much. it floods you with such warmth that you forget you ever felt cold before.
one little taste and you can already tell you're addicted to this feeling. to be stuffed full with a warm cock. a meaty plug for your bleeding misery.
“mngh—jus' like that.” you babble, clinging tightly to his neck.
the man just holds you against him, breasts to chest, hands on ass. eyes drinking you in as if you were unreal. a dream he once had.
“leon–you can call me leon.” he pours the words into your throat. as if his name were a dirty secret. something he cannot freely give. to anyone. to you—a stranger he just met tonight.
and just like he told you, you take what you need.
sloppy, dumbly, you bounce onto his cock. three, five, ten times. “leon! leon!” his name is never far from you, resting on your tongue, torn away by thrusts that leave you breathless, neck bent towards the sky.
leon lets you use him.
lets your pussy engulf his twitching cock, squeeze him as if you never want to let go. again and again. until your thighs burn from the effort and you can't take it anymore. until you're whining in his ear cause you can't cum on your own. cause it won't reach where you want.
“c'mon, c'mon” you sob, grinding clumsily against him.
your poor pussy is swollen red. so wet that you're dripping down his thighs, soaking him. squelching with every move of your hips.
at this point, he has to take matters into his own hands.
those calloused hands twist you around in your place, smooth. way too smooth for a man his age. but leon is a trained man, isn't he? in the art of slaying beasts and taking cunts like a champ.
“shh. i’ve got you, angel. i've got you.” he whispers sweetly in your ear, before driving his tip straight into your cervix.
you're sure you blacked out for a few seconds there. when you come back to your body, you find your cunt creaming all over it, mind overwhelmed by the heat you feel deep in your core. in your soul.
still, he doesn't stop.
unintelligible sounds slip from your cracked lips when he begins to use you, much like you did two minutes ago. leon ruts against your walls like a wild animal, chasing the same fire that is drowning you now.
the bed bangs against the wall, his balls smack your ass, his body seizes up.
and then he's growling—flooding your womb with his warm seed.
“that's it. take it! take it—”
that night goes on for a long time.
neither of you wants to stop then. not when you're so high in each other's heat. you simply switch positions and take on the next round.
but when you two can't take it anymore, when the only thing left is to sleep, you still do it intertwined. cock softening inside, thighs sticky with sweat and cum. two lonely souls that for one quiet moment know what it means to belong to someone else.
author's note: i should have posted this two days ago. but i got so stressed out bc i hated what i wrote. i deleted everything and then rewrote it again. and... surprise! i still hate it. but man who fucking cares like this shit is fanfiction. it's supposed to be fun.
at least i wrote this myself and not some ai slop. whatever— just be kind, i'm going to throw myself off a cliff if this isn't decent enough.
OMG 😭😭😭 that's so sweet of you. like honestly—i spent so much time writing this fic that at the end i couldn't tell if it was good or if i was just convincing myself, so this means a lot to me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💕 thank you for reading and being so kind!
thanks 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i was checking out your blog too—and coming from someone who writes SO WELL, that means twice as much. like you write the characters' voices so realistically?? i swear i could hear sylus in my ear while i was reading. i'm going to be devouring your fics tonight
⭑.ᐟ RE9 leon kennedy ── RE9 leon saves your life and you can't stop thinking about it ; NSFW ; age gap ; fem reader ; minor panic attack ; loneliness ; riding ; rough sex.
you never liked driving in the first place.
and even so, out of necessity, you find yourself here— slamming on the brakes because something appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road.
the sound of your tires echoes in the quiet of the early morning. you blink. your forehead cracks against the steering wheel. the world’s on hold for a second.
one terrible second where you exist as a murderer.
but then the person stands up from between your tires. growls at your windshield. leers at you with bloodshot eyes. lives.
by the time you realize that what you have in front of you is not a person, it's already too late. from where this… thing came from, at least five more just came out.
they surround your car, block all your escape routes, trap you as if this were a well-crafted plan. and then they savagely smash your windows.
thump, thump, thump.
your tired mind is too slow to even process whatever is happening. you're just scared. paralyzed. can only watch with tearful eyes as the glass slowly shatters, giving way to your possible doom. all because you didn't have someone who can drive you to work.
and just when you were thinking about all your regrets in life, about how lonely you were at the end— he appeared.
a vengeful angel, clad in black leather and axe in hand.
the man in front of you is ruthless. you witness from your windshield how he moves among the beasts, lethal but effective. a well-oiled machine trained for the harshest situations. for this.
when his hand comes down, it does so with the force of a whip, splitting his attackers' heads in half. killing without remorse. he kicks, parries, slays.
that night blood splatters to the ground in equal measure as the rain.
and at the end, only he remains standing.
illuminated by the headlights of your car like some fucked up movie star. like your own bloody superhero. like—like another human being.
you get out of your car before you can even think about it.
"oh my god! are you—are you okay?" you ask, frantic, breathless. your eyes jump from one beast to another on the floor, your sneakers getting stained with their black blood. "what the hell is going on!? i—killed one of these things before. with my car. and then—it just got up. like it was nothing. like—oh my god."
"calm down," the man says, wiping his axe with his jacket. his voice is deep, you notice. soothing. "they're dead, now. everything's fine."
"don't you dare tell me to calm down! there's blood everywhere and you just killed five—things. zombies. whatever. i just—i don't understand..."
you clutch your chest, clawing at your shirt where your heart's supposed to be. you're choking, you realize. the collar of your uniform is way too tight around your neck and you simply can. not. breathe.
why.
why is this happening to you?
are you a murderer, now? an accomplice? what even are those things?
why, why, why.
is that how you're supposed to go at the end? scared and alone?
“shit—” suddenly, a gentle hand slides down your back, clearing the fog from your tired brain. his touch is warm. so very warm. in a form your chilled flesh has never known before. or maybe forgot. "i'm such an asshole— breathe, c'mon. you are safe, i promise you that."
and in some pathetic way, that works.
because you don't know who this man is or why he's able to do what he does. but his touch is so caring. so good. you can't help but cling on to him. to his presence. his warmth.
"there we go, just breathe. i've got you."
you gasp. one in, one out. one in, one out.
and slowly, oh so slowly—you lift your head.
fuck.
your car's headlights still shine on him, highlighting his imperfections in the dead end of the night. even so, with grime and blood on his jacket, the man holding you is breathtaking. beautiful.
his brow furrows with concern, revealing the small wrinkles around his eyes. his beard might need a trim, the same way as his black greying hair that covers one of his eyes. the only eye you can see shines with a fierceness that just pins you to the spot.
he's older than you. dangerously so.
when you swallow the lump in your throat, it stings.
"sorry, i—i didn't mean to freak out."
he stops you. his hand still rubbing your back in tight circles, acting like an anchor amid all this chaos. “don't be. honestly, i should know better. the first time this happened to me i had a fairly similar reaction."
the words are uttered with such disdain that you just have to ask. "first time?"
"it's a long story." he laughs. ugly. resentful. a restrained storm in the middle of the ocean, waiting for the right moment to strike. "now c'mon, let's sit down for a bit."
the man maneuvers you like a doll. opening your car and making you sit on the edge of the seat like he owned it. like he owned you.
and you let him.
"is there anyone who can come pick you up? boyfriend? family?"
you shake your head, resigned to your reality. to be the pitiful one. “there's no one.”
that stops him. almost as if he wasn't expecting that answer. as if the mere thought of you being all alone in this world were ridiculous. impossible even.
ha! if only he knew how pathetic you really are. crawling back to a house where the only company is your own shadow.
every day of your damn life.
strangely, that doesn't repulse him.
on the contrary, he just thinks about it for a few seconds. and then, more hesitant, he adds— "would you like me to drive you?"
the yes almost slips out of your mouth. too fast. too desperate. always asking for too much.
instead, you do what you do best.
you make yourself seem smaller. easier to digest for the world. "you don't have to, it's actually not that far from here—"
“see? perfect. we're going the same direction.” he cuts you off, turning towards the driver's side.
and that's that.
like you said, your house isn't far from the massacre you both leave behind. it's only a few minutes' drive. minutes where you shamefully can't look away from his hands curling around your steering wheel. there's a long scar covering one of them and calluses where you assume some kind of weapon rested frequently. they're big too. skilled.
the ghost of their warmth still lingers on the icy skin of your lower back. luring you to reach for more. like a siren call.
minutes pass where you have to hold yourself tight to your seat. just in case the call works.
"this is it, right?" he finally says, killing off the engine of the car
you snap out of your trance, looking away with shame. the building is definitely where you live, yes. still, you make no effort to reach the door. you can't.
"i-i don't know how to thank you. you saved my life."
he just lies down on the seat, closing his eyes in exhaustion. "mine's a thankless job. just don't worry about it"
"i will, though."
you don't know what led you to say the next thing. maybe you're pathetic like that. or maybe you saw a loneliness in this man's eyes that mirrors your own.
but what you do next is the easiest thing you ever did in your life.
"you know, you should just stay the night."
the rest happens in a blur.
with a frenzy of movement, you both move into your apartment. you kiss his lips, his chin, his neck. his beard burns where it scrapes against your face and you love every second of it.
when his hands return to your body, you sigh with relief. yes, yes. that's how it's supposed to feel. his rugged skin squeezes your ass, his palms kneading both cheeks. engulfing them in their entirety. you just cling to his body. parted lips. eyes blown wide.
you can almost hear his teeth grinding with ill-concealed desire. trying to stop himself. because surely this. is. not. right.
but you know better now. he can't stop himself any more than you can.
your trembling limbs strip each other bare. the first thing to go is the bloody leather, spilled out at your doorstep like a last thought. then your sneakers. one thrown on your couch, another in the hall. when you reach your room, a trail of crimson-stained clothes decorates your apartment.
one lonely path leading to this moment right now.
“fuck—there we go, angel. take what you need.” he coos.
and god, if that doesn't make your hole throb. he's lying among your sheets. sheets that, mind you, haven't touched another body until today. but now there's him. naked. perfect. cock standing proudly between his thighs, already leaking from the tip. all because of you.
you can't wait any second longer.
slowly, you drag your body towards him. mounting his thighs like a dog in heat, like a stupid mutt with one single thought in mind. while your palm seeks support on his scarred chest, your fingers part your sticky folds, spreading the slick that drips so generously from your hole. up and down. up and down.
and then—with one single thrust—you sink into his cock.
the burn's instantaneous. his eyebrows furrow as if he were in pain. a grunt escapes from deep within his gut. he jerks his hips, helpless against your tight walls.
and you? you can't help but come alive.
the entirety of his length fills you so well that you can even feel it in the tip of your toes, in your teeth. it's painful, it's too much. it floods you with such warmth that you forget you ever felt cold before.
one little taste and you can already tell you're addicted to this feeling. to be stuffed full with a warm cock. a meaty plug for your bleeding misery.
“mngh—jus' like that.” you babble, clinging tightly to his neck.
the man just holds you against him, breasts to chest, hands on ass. eyes drinking you in as if you were unreal. a dream he once had.
“leon–you can call me leon.” he pours the words into your throat. as if his name were a dirty secret. something he cannot freely give. to anyone. to you—a stranger he just met tonight.
and just like he told you, you take what you need.
sloppy, dumbly, you bounce onto his cock. three, five, ten times. “leon! leon!” his name is never far from you, resting on your tongue, torn away by thrusts that leave you breathless, neck bent towards the sky.
leon lets you use him.
lets your pussy engulf his twitching cock, squeeze him as if you never want to let go. again and again. until your thighs burn from the effort and you can't take it anymore. until you're whining in his ear cause you can't cum on your own. cause it won't reach where you want.
“c'mon, c'mon” you sob, grinding clumsily against him.
your poor pussy is swollen red. so wet that you're dripping down his thighs, soaking him. squelching with every move of your hips.
at this point, he has to take matters into his own hands.
those calloused hands twist you around in your place, smooth. way too smooth for a man his age. but leon is a trained man, isn't he? in the art of slaying beasts and taking cunts like a champ.
“shh. i’ve got you, angel. i've got you.” he whispers sweetly in your ear, before driving his tip straight into your cervix.
you're sure you blacked out for a few seconds there. when you come back to your body, you find your cunt creaming all over it, mind overwhelmed by the heat you feel deep in your core. in your soul.
still, he doesn't stop.
unintelligible sounds slip from your cracked lips when he begins to use you, much like you did two minutes ago. leon ruts against your walls like a wild animal, chasing the same fire that is drowning you now.
the bed bangs against the wall, his balls smack your ass, his body seizes up.
and then he's growling—flooding your womb with his warm seed.
“that's it. take it! take it—”
that night goes on for a long time.
neither of you wants to stop then. not when you're so high in each other's heat. you simply switch positions and take on the next round.
but when you two can't take it anymore, when the only thing left is to sleep, you still do it intertwined. cock softening inside, thighs sticky with sweat and cum. two lonely souls that for one quiet moment know what it means to belong to someone else.
author's note: i should have posted this two days ago. but i got so stressed out bc i hated what i wrote. i deleted everything and then rewrote it again. and... surprise! i still hate it. but man who fucking cares like this shit is fanfiction. it's supposed to be fun.
at least i wrote this myself and not some ai slop. whatever— just be kind, i'm going to throw myself off a cliff if this isn't decent enough.
OMG 😭😭😭 that's so sweet of you. like honestly—i spent so much time writing this fic that at the end i couldn't tell if it was good or if i was just convincing myself, so this means a lot to me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💕 thank you for reading and being so kind!
⭑.ᐟ RE9 leon kennedy ── RE9 leon saves your life and you can't stop thinking about it ; NSFW ; age gap ; fem reader ; minor panic attack ; loneliness ; riding ; rough sex.
you never liked driving in the first place.
and even so, out of necessity, you find yourself here— slamming on the brakes because something appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road.
the sound of your tires echoes in the quiet of the early morning. you blink. your forehead cracks against the steering wheel. the world’s on hold for a second.
one terrible second where you exist as a murderer.
but then the person stands up from between your tires. growls at your windshield. leers at you with bloodshot eyes. lives.
by the time you realize that what you have in front of you is not a person, it's already too late. from where this… thing came from, at least five more just came out.
they surround your car, block all your escape routes, trap you as if this were a well-crafted plan. and then they savagely smash your windows.
thump, thump, thump.
your tired mind is too slow to even process whatever is happening. you're just scared. paralyzed. can only watch with tearful eyes as the glass slowly shatters, giving way to your possible doom. all because you didn't have someone who can drive you to work.
and just when you were thinking about all your regrets in life, about how lonely you were at the end— he appeared.
a vengeful angel, clad in black leather and axe in hand.
the man in front of you is ruthless. you witness from your windshield how he moves among the beasts, lethal but effective. a well-oiled machine trained for the harshest situations. for this.
when his hand comes down, it does so with the force of a whip, splitting his attackers' heads in half. killing without remorse. he kicks, parries, slays.
that night blood splatters to the ground in equal measure as the rain.
and at the end, only he remains standing.
illuminated by the headlights of your car like some fucked up movie star. like your own bloody superhero. like—like another human being.
you get out of your car before you can even think about it.
"oh my god! are you—are you okay?" you ask, frantic, breathless. your eyes jump from one beast to another on the floor, your sneakers getting stained with their black blood. "what the hell is going on!? i—killed one of these things before. with my car. and then—it just got up. like it was nothing. like—oh my god."
"calm down," the man says, wiping his axe with his jacket. his voice is deep, you notice. soothing. "they're dead, now. everything's fine."
"don't you dare tell me to calm down! there's blood everywhere and you just killed five—things. zombies. whatever. i just—i don't understand..."
you clutch your chest, clawing at your shirt where your heart's supposed to be. you're choking, you realize. the collar of your uniform is way too tight around your neck and you simply can. not. breathe.
why.
why is this happening to you?
are you a murderer, now? an accomplice? what even are those things?
why, why, why.
is that how you're supposed to go at the end? scared and alone?
“shit—” suddenly, a gentle hand slides down your back, clearing the fog from your tired brain. his touch is warm. so very warm. in a form your chilled flesh has never known before. or maybe forgot. "i'm such an asshole— breathe, c'mon. you are safe, i promise you that."
and in some pathetic way, that works.
because you don't know who this man is or why he's able to do what he does. but his touch is so caring. so good. you can't help but cling on to him. to his presence. his warmth.
"there we go, just breathe. i've got you."
you gasp. one in, one out. one in, one out.
and slowly, oh so slowly—you lift your head.
fuck.
your car's headlights still shine on him, highlighting his imperfections in the dead end of the night. even so, with grime and blood on his jacket, the man holding you is breathtaking. beautiful.
his brow furrows with concern, revealing the small wrinkles around his eyes. his beard might need a trim, the same way as his black greying hair that covers one of his eyes. the only eye you can see shines with a fierceness that just pins you to the spot.
he's older than you. dangerously so.
when you swallow the lump in your throat, it stings.
"sorry, i—i didn't mean to freak out."
he stops you. his hand still rubbing your back in tight circles, acting like an anchor amid all this chaos. “don't be. honestly, i should know better. the first time this happened to me i had a fairly similar reaction."
the words are uttered with such disdain that you just have to ask. "first time?"
"it's a long story." he laughs. ugly. resentful. a restrained storm in the middle of the ocean, waiting for the right moment to strike. "now c'mon, let's sit down for a bit."
the man maneuvers you like a doll. opening your car and making you sit on the edge of the seat like he owned it. like he owned you.
and you let him.
"is there anyone who can come pick you up? boyfriend? family?"
you shake your head, resigned to your reality. to be the pitiful one. “there's no one.”
that stops him. almost as if he wasn't expecting that answer. as if the mere thought of you being all alone in this world were ridiculous. impossible even.
ha! if only he knew how pathetic you really are. crawling back to a house where the only company is your own shadow.
every day of your damn life.
strangely, that doesn't repulse him.
on the contrary, he just thinks about it for a few seconds. and then, more hesitant, he adds— "would you like me to drive you?"
the yes almost slips out of your mouth. too fast. too desperate. always asking for too much.
instead, you do what you do best.
you make yourself seem smaller. easier to digest for the world. "you don't have to, it's actually not that far from here—"
“see? perfect. we're going the same direction.” he cuts you off, turning towards the driver's side.
and that's that.
like you said, your house isn't far from the massacre you both leave behind. it's only a few minutes' drive. minutes where you shamefully can't look away from his hands curling around your steering wheel. there's a long scar covering one of them and calluses where you assume some kind of weapon rested frequently. they're big too. skilled.
the ghost of their warmth still lingers on the icy skin of your lower back. luring you to reach for more. like a siren call.
minutes pass where you have to hold yourself tight to your seat. just in case the call works.
"this is it, right?" he finally says, killing off the engine of the car
you snap out of your trance, looking away with shame. the building is definitely where you live, yes. still, you make no effort to reach the door. you can't.
"i-i don't know how to thank you. you saved my life."
he just lies down on the seat, closing his eyes in exhaustion. "mine's a thankless job. just don't worry about it"
"i will, though."
you don't know what led you to say the next thing. maybe you're pathetic like that. or maybe you saw a loneliness in this man's eyes that mirrors your own.
but what you do next is the easiest thing you ever did in your life.
"you know, you should just stay the night."
the rest happens in a blur.
with a frenzy of movement, you both move into your apartment. you kiss his lips, his chin, his neck. his beard burns where it scrapes against your face and you love every second of it.
when his hands return to your body, you sigh with relief. yes, yes. that's how it's supposed to feel. his rugged skin squeezes your ass, his palms kneading both cheeks. engulfing them in their entirety. you just cling to his body. parted lips. eyes blown wide.
you can almost hear his teeth grinding with ill-concealed desire. trying to stop himself. because surely this. is. not. right.
but you know better now. he can't stop himself any more than you can.
your trembling limbs strip each other bare. the first thing to go is the bloody leather, spilled out at your doorstep like a last thought. then your sneakers. one thrown on your couch, another in the hall. when you reach your room, a trail of crimson-stained clothes decorates your apartment.
one lonely path leading to this moment right now.
“fuck—there we go, angel. take what you need.” he coos.
and god, if that doesn't make your hole throb. he's lying among your sheets. sheets that, mind you, haven't touched another body until today. but now there's him. naked. perfect. cock standing proudly between his thighs, already leaking from the tip. all because of you.
you can't wait any second longer.
slowly, you drag your body towards him. mounting his thighs like a dog in heat, like a stupid mutt with one single thought in mind. while your palm seeks support on his scarred chest, your fingers part your sticky folds, spreading the slick that drips so generously from your hole. up and down. up and down.
and then—with one single thrust—you sink into his cock.
the burn's instantaneous. his eyebrows furrow as if he were in pain. a grunt escapes from deep within his gut. he jerks his hips, helpless against your tight walls.
and you? you can't help but come alive.
the entirety of his length fills you so well that you can even feel it in the tip of your toes, in your teeth. it's painful, it's too much. it floods you with such warmth that you forget you ever felt cold before.
one little taste and you can already tell you're addicted to this feeling. to be stuffed full with a warm cock. a meaty plug for your bleeding misery.
“mngh—jus' like that.” you babble, clinging tightly to his neck.
the man just holds you against him, breasts to chest, hands on ass. eyes drinking you in as if you were unreal. a dream he once had.
“leon–you can call me leon.” he pours the words into your throat. as if his name were a dirty secret. something he cannot freely give. to anyone. to you—a stranger he just met tonight.
and just like he told you, you take what you need.
sloppy, dumbly, you bounce onto his cock. three, five, ten times. “leon! leon!” his name is never far from you, resting on your tongue, torn away by thrusts that leave you breathless, neck bent towards the sky.
leon lets you use him.
lets your pussy engulf his twitching cock, squeeze him as if you never want to let go. again and again. until your thighs burn from the effort and you can't take it anymore. until you're whining in his ear cause you can't cum on your own. cause it won't reach where you want.
“c'mon, c'mon” you sob, grinding clumsily against him.
your poor pussy is swollen red. so wet that you're dripping down his thighs, soaking him. squelching with every move of your hips.
at this point, he has to take matters into his own hands.
those calloused hands twist you around in your place, smooth. way too smooth for a man his age. but leon is a trained man, isn't he? in the art of slaying beasts and taking cunts like a champ.
“shh. i’ve got you, angel. i've got you.” he whispers sweetly in your ear, before driving his tip straight into your cervix.
you're sure you blacked out for a few seconds there. when you come back to your body, you find your cunt creaming all over it, mind overwhelmed by the heat you feel deep in your core. in your soul.
still, he doesn't stop.
unintelligible sounds slip from your cracked lips when he begins to use you, much like you did two minutes ago. leon ruts against your walls like a wild animal, chasing the same fire that is drowning you now.
the bed bangs against the wall, his balls smack your ass, his body seizes up.
and then he's growling—flooding your womb with his warm seed.
“that's it. take it! take it—”
that night goes on for a long time.
neither of you wants to stop then. not when you're so high in each other's heat. you simply switch positions and take on the next round.
but when you two can't take it anymore, when the only thing left is to sleep, you still do it intertwined. cock softening inside, thighs sticky with sweat and cum. two lonely souls that for one quiet moment know what it means to belong to someone else.
author's note: i should have posted this two days ago. but i got so stressed out bc i hated what i wrote. i deleted everything and then rewrote it again. and... surprise! i still hate it. but man who fucking cares like this shit is fanfiction. it's supposed to be fun.
at least i wrote this myself and not some ai slop. whatever— just be kind, i'm going to throw myself off a cliff if this isn't decent enough.
BABYYYY, I MISS YOOOOOUUUU 🥺🎀 (i'm brooke, heh. this gurl: @brooklyncircus). YOU'RE MISSING. AND I'M HERE MISSING YOU 😭🫶. Anyway, I came to wish you a lovely Christmas Eve and a beautiful (and early) Christmas 🩷🌷. And if you're an atheist and don't celebrate these things... have a beautiful day 🌺🫰. I'M CRYING 😭.
I MISS YOU SM (do you have discord, ma? 🥺) (i wanna talk to you 😔). And I love you even more. Lots of kisses and huggies 💘🧇.
HII im so sorry ive been away quite abit but im okay and i miss you as well 🥹 i hope your christmas has been going well and i do have discord! id be glad to add you on there, luv you!!
having a vampire for a husband was easy for the most part, well that was until the week your period arrived. sylus’s heightened senses allowed him to sense and feel everything more deeply and as a vampire he just couldn’t resist the smell of your sweet blood, but alas he had to hold back, for you
so come evening, sylus had managed to convince you to let him ease the pain brewing in your lower abdomen. the solution? his mouth latched onto your pussy, fucking devouring whatever she gave him for the past hour
at first you weren’t so sure about his idea of ‘easing the pain’, thought it would get too messy or was too gross, but all that died down once you saw the look of pure hunger and unbridled desperation in those glimmering red orbs. so now here you were, sprawled out on the silk sheets, moonlight spilling into the dark room and illuminating the contours of your body giving it an almost angelic look, this felt like the closest thing to heaven that he’d ever get. why had you denied him of this for so long? once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop at all even if you tried to pry him off
sylus let out a deep groan that vibrated straight onto your clit, giving the most delicious friction as your fingers tugged on his silky white strands urging, begging, for more and the smug bastard just looked up through his lashes at your beautifully contorted face. his eyes glowing a dark shade of crimson, desire spilling out in waves and filling the whole room. chest heaving, body arching in pleasure you finally managed to look down at him, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of your arousal and blood, god even the sight of him made you verbally moan and throw your head back onto the pillows behind
"sy please.. 'm so close" you whimpered and tugged on his hair harder, the other hand fisting into the sheets. "i know sweetie, i know. just let go for me yeah? 'm right here.." that sultry voice of his flowed through and caressed the deepest parts of you, itching that ache you so craved
sylus sucked on your engorged and swollen clit harder, giving a few teasing bites that made you gasp out loud and it felt as though your back might snap from how hard you were arching upwards. "fuck, fuck, fuck-! sylus i'm gonna.." words cut short as your orgasm washed through in waves, releasing over his mouth and dripping allll the way down his chin. "shit..you're so good f'me sweetie"
you collapsed onto the bed, body wrecked and spent in the best ways possible but you couldn't rest for long before sylus tutted and pulled you back closer to his mouth. "ah, ah now who said i was done? we've got all night.."
author's note: so this was sitting in my drafts and what better time to post it now when sylus's third myth is coming out, im so exciteddd
having a vampire for a husband was easy for the most part, well that was until the week your period arrived. sylus’s heightened senses allowed him to sense and feel everything more deeply and as a vampire he just couldn’t resist the smell of your sweet blood, but alas he had to hold back, for you
so come evening, sylus had managed to convince you to let him ease the pain brewing in your lower abdomen. the solution? his mouth latched onto your pussy, fucking devouring whatever she gave him for the past hour
at first you weren’t so sure about his idea of ‘easing the pain’, thought it would get too messy or was too gross, but all that died down once you saw the look of pure hunger and unbridled desperation in those glimmering red orbs. so now here you were, sprawled out on the silk sheets, moonlight spilling into the dark room and illuminating the contours of your body giving it an almost angelic look, this felt like the closest thing to heaven that he’d ever get. why had you denied him of this for so long? once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop at all even if you tried to pry him off
sylus let out a deep groan that vibrated straight onto your clit, giving the most delicious friction as your fingers tugged on his silky white strands urging, begging, for more and the smug bastard just looked up through his lashes at your beautifully contorted face. his eyes glowing a dark shade of crimson, desire spilling out in waves and filling the whole room. chest heaving, body arching in pleasure you finally managed to look down at him, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of your arousal and blood, god even the sight of him made you verbally moan and throw your head back onto the pillows behind
"sy please.. 'm so close" you whimpered and tugged on his hair harder, the other hand fisting into the sheets. "i know sweetie, i know. just let go for me yeah? 'm right here.." that sultry voice of his flowed through and caressed the deepest parts of you, itching that ache you so craved
sylus sucked on your engorged and swollen clit harder, giving a few teasing bites that made you gasp out loud and it felt as though your back might snap from how hard you were arching upwards. "fuck, fuck, fuck-! sylus i'm gonna.." words cut short as your orgasm washed through in waves, releasing over his mouth and dripping allll the way down his chin. "shit..you're so good f'me sweetie"
you collapsed onto the bed, body wrecked and spent in the best ways possible but you couldn't rest for long before sylus tutted and pulled you back closer to his mouth. "ah, ah now who said i was done? we've got all night.."
author's note: so this was sitting in my drafts and what better time to post it now when sylus's third myth is coming out, im so exciteddd
asking sylus is it in yet and quickly regretting it
he stops mid thrust, chuckles darkly under his breath and repeats what you said in that low, mocking tone of his, “oh you’ve got jokes now, hm?” his voice was laced with amusement yet the look in those rich, ruby eyes was anything but
you laughed nervously at his initial reaction, not expecting sylus to have much of a response to your jest but oh how you were mistaken
sylus pulls all the way out and the emptiness your cunt felt had it clenching around nothing, missing the full feeling of his cock. before you could even get a word in, let alone react, sylus thrusted all the way back in, hard and mean
you cried out at the feeling, sylus’s expression animalistic and dangerous, “is it in yet? do you feel it now?” each word accentuated by rough slaps of his hips against yours, skin slapping harshly against eachother and echoing obscenely into the dark room
when he saw you trying to run away, small body moving upwards he grasped your hips and pulled you back down, “don’t run, kitten. you wanted to tease me so now you’ll take it until i say we stop.” the low timbre of his voice sent shivers all the way through your body and down to your sweet pussy
“ngh!- sylus pleaseee!” you whimpered loudly and he just kissed your temple ever so gently, that small action not matching the harsh pace at which his cock was abusing your poor cunt
“shh, it’s okay you can take it right?” and oh you were so gone, mind floating on cloud nine and body letting go for him
its safe to say you never dared tease him like that again..
okay so we've all seen caleb the panty thief/sniffer etc, but what about sylus?
just imagine it, it's his dirty little secret that he's kept hidden from you for quite a while now. ever since your first time staying at his house after you'd both delved deeper into your relationship and the bond had grown stronger. somehow your clothes had mixed with his in the laundry basket and one faitful evening while sorting out the basket he had stumbled upon a lacy black material that looked oddly familiar to the panties he had once caught a glimpse of you wearing around his place
now he didn't mean to eagerly grab carefully investigate the garment but it seemed like sylus's body had a mind of its own, even going as far as to bring it up to his nose taking a deep inhale of your natural scent that lingered on the fabric. god he felt like such a pervert with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and how just your scent sent the blood rushing southbound
he also didn't mean to slowly slide his large, warm hand down his chest towards his carved abs and down until it reached the waistband of his black sweats, dipping beneath it until he came into contact with his hard and awaiting cock
sylus fumbled with pulling the confines down, finally freeing the ache he wanted to release. with a pretty pink tip, all leaky and pearlescent, his cock stood long, proud and heavy with a happy trail that started just below his bellybutton leading alllll the way down. sylus prided himself with how big he was, a massive inflation to his ego when you two first got intimate and how you kept whining about the sheer size of him
sylus wrapped his hand around the throbbing length, hissing through clenched teeth at how sensitive the tip was and he'd barely even done anything, poor him!
with one hand still clutching your panties to his face, sylus's other one got to work with sliding up and down the hard length of himself. deep, guttural groans filled the room as he leaned back against the wall to prevent his knees from buckling with the intense pleasure he was feeling, only heightened as his face practically devoured the soft lace
he wondered if you left it here on purpose, wanting to tease sylus and drive him crazy whilst not being able to see each other for weeks at a time
but those thoughts didn't dwell in sylus's mind much longer as scenarios and images of you filled it instead, how he wished he could just bend you over his expensive desk, papers flying to the floor without a care in the world as he indulged in the most sweetest pussy he ever experienced. oh how he could picture your high pitched squeals and moans of his name and other incoherences you often babbled whilst going dumb on his dick
it didn't take sylus that long to reach his peak, squeezing the base hard, balls drawing up as his cum spurted out in heavy loads all over his fingers, even coating the sliver of skin peaking out from underneath his shirt. he panted softly as his post orgasmic bliss died down, quickly cleaning himself up and shoving the panties somewhere safe for another time
and hey its like they say, finders keepers! and boy did he find a treasure.
guys hear me out on this idea that popped into my head for my jjk comeback
gf!yuki with shy!fem reader who suggests face sitting one random evening like it's nothing, it took yuki some convincing but she finally managed to get you to try it out with her
so here you both were, with yuki underneath you on the soft sheets of the bed and your bare pussy on display for her to relish and take in. "come on pretty girl, stop hovering and just sit." her voice echoed softly throughout the room, even if she managed to convince you, you still had your worries (which was normal)
"are you really sure about this yuki? don't wanna hurt you.."
to that she didn't reply, just grabbed your hips firmly and pulled all your weight down onto her awaiting mouth and then only did she reply, mumbling something incoherent which made you cry out softly, grabbing her silky blonde hair to steady yourself
to say you weren't shy at first was an understatement, but now? now you were slowly easing into the feeling of yuki's tongue messily drinking up your juices, even going so far as to rock your hips down and along her mouth. that perfect nose of hers also bumping against your clit every so often, making you let out the most beautiful symphonies that yuki ever heard from you
one hand was gripping onto the headboard in front, steadying yourself as her tongue plunged deep into your warm cunt, her groan vibrating so deliciously straight into your very core. "that's it sweetie, use my mouth.. good girl"
you were so lost in pleasure, mind clouded with a lusty haze and with yuki's name falling so nicely from your lips you barely had time to warn her about your impending release which coated her chin, nose and practically lower half of yuki's face that now glistened in the dim lighting as you carefully moved off of and collapsed into her awaiting arms, breathless and spent as she stroked your hair and praised how much of a good job you did
hi lovies guess who's back from a 3 month long hiatus🧍
enemy!sylus who swears he hates your guts, so why was he currently in the middle of rearranging them? with his sleek, black gun pressed to your temple no less
enemy!sylus wasn't planning on his night ending like this, you beneath him, your legs slung over his broad shoulders as his hips drove into your cunt with ruthless rhythm. your cries and moans were music to his ears, ones that he would savour even after this
he loved seeing the bliss filled expression on your face, the way your breasts bounced with each heavy thrust and the way your hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you. enemy!sylus thought he was almost falling inlove with the sight, almost
the hand that wasn't holding the gun against your head snaked down your body, relishing in how soft it felt and how perfectly the curves and dips fit in his large hand which came to rest on your hip, squeezing ever so slightly every time you clenched around his length
you looked like the most beautiful art piece in his eyes, too bad he hated you, right..?
the thrill and pure adrenaline rushing through your veins at the cold feeling of the barrel digging into your head brought you closer to the edge than you could've anticipated, and that was odd considering how much you hated him, or maybe you didn't
enemy!sylus groaned as he felt your walls sucking him in deeper, leaning down he whispered in your ear, "are you getting off on me fucking you with my gun against your head?" his condescending words sent a shiver down your spine and you just moaned louder, the tightness in your lower belly ready to snap any second
he was close too, you knew it in the way his thrusts got sloppier and occasional noises he let out.
with a few more snaps of his hips, enemy!sylus groaned deep and guttural as he released all the pent up tension that transpired between the both of you deep into your pulsing heat, feeling you gush around his cock as well sent him straight to cloud nine
maybe he didn't truly despise you, and neither did you.
caleb who cums the second hes buried to the hilt inside of your tight pussy, groaning obscenely into your ear as he rests his forehead against the soft skin of your shoulder. murmuring pathetic apologies over and over again as his hands would grip your hips tightly to ground himself
only when caleb finally quiets down do you actually start to move on top of him, his length now coated in a mixture of your essence and his own release, making it easier for your hips to move and set a fast pace
caleb was on the brink of release once again, looking up at you with pleading eyes and a beautiful flush coating his face, ears and neck
“ohh please, please— fuckk! please let me cum, can i cum inside, please i—“
his words are soon cut short as caleb releases inside of you twice more, shooting thick ropes of his seed deep into your womb. moaning like a bitch in heat as he feels your walls squeeze his cock, milking it dry for all hes worth
an: felt like writing this cause he would be so pathetic and whiny<3
This was inspired by the Caleb art in the banner by @baobei-bu please love on ALL their art!! Their JJK/LADS art is PEAK
Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader
Warnings- PWP pretty much, a smut oneshot- HEAVY yandere Caleb, mating press, cum play, oral (f recieiving) tummy bulges, cervix hitting, panty stealing, fingering, overstim, he calls you pip squeak LMAO, JEALOUS obsessed Caleb
My first time for Caleb hehe, rbs/comments appreciated if you enjoyy
"Who is that, Pip squeak?" Caleb murmurs that question with a little smile, as you tense just a bit, feeling your cheeks heating up under his scrutiny, sipping on the straw of your milkshake, letting the sweetness hit your tongue. The two of you have been gaming the day away, taking just a little break in the kitchen now
"It's a... friend." That's what Xavier was really, your sweet friend, who is currently sending you heart emojis.
"Oh, a friend huh? Why so secretive then?" He teases, tapping your nose and just being far... far too close. You shouldn't think so many things about him like this, should you? But you can't help but like his cologne a little too much, like just how his brown locks were falling over his forehead just so, how you can see so much of his muscles flexing in what he wore.
"Just a friend." Your little smile drives him insane, he outwardly laughs, but he can't stop thinking of who's been with you while he's been away, has anyone touched you? When you're meant to be his.
"Let me see then." He yanks your phone high, dark violet eyes flashing for a moment, turning as you sputter and he scrolls through your last messages. "And who is Sylus... Rafael and... Dr. Zayne, I know him, and-"
"Give me my phone back, jerk!" You jump for it, but Caleb is stupid tall, holding it up and feigning a smile he really doesn't feel like giving right now, thoughts racing.
Were you with somebody?
That would never do.
Perhaps he's been gone too long, and you've found someone, but that wouldn't last long when you'd be his. Caleb hands you it finally, laughing a bit as he pats your head. "Relax, Pip Squeak, I was just messing with ya. So cute when you're angry."
"Oh, whatever. Back to the game?" He nods, watching as your bouncy ass sways in whatever excuse for a shorts those were, furious if anyone has ever gotten to see you like this.
You're sitting up on the couch now, legs spread so he sees just a hint of your perfect pussy that lace was hugging, his throat goes dry when you hand him the controller. He smiles with ease, sitting on the floor, hoisting your thighs around his shoulders then, and you pause, faltering just a bit, breath caught in your throat. It should be casual. You two have gamed close forever, but he's so close to your heat, your thighs brushing against his hot skin. Just a white tank top and your shorts separating you both.
"You blushed really hard when I mentioned Sylus huh?" He asks now, as he moves the controllers, and you gulp just a bit, fidgeting some.
"No... imagining things."
"You think he's hot."
You roll your eyes at him, shifting forward as you tilt the controller, slashing your sword and concentrating, the tips of your toes touching his lap. Just that is enough to make Caleb ache and throb, hard cock pulsing, he bites back a moan, you seem too entrapped in the game to notice what your foot is brushing on.
"He's hot, sure. Why, do you... find anyone hot?" Caleb glares down at the controller now.
"Just one girl." You bite your lip, concentrated fully, as he rests a head on your thigh. Hot breath against it making your leg twitch, cunt already soaking. You can't feel this way, you two are just too close... right? How can you be jealous?
"Oh?" Your weak voice just makes Caleb's cock leak precum, he can feel how hot you are behind his neck, he turns his head then, to catch you looking down at him.
"Do you care if I like someone Pip Squeak?"
"N-no..."
"Hmm... hah! Got you!" Caleb's killed your character, making you huff. Laying back some on the couch, you gasp when he turns around, face at level with your cunt, where he sees your damp spot right on your shorts. "Oh no, honey... did you spill something?"
"Huh?" You feel your body react, nipples pressing against your thin top at his proximity, vivid thoughts of far, far too many things working through your heated mind.
"Right here..." he brushes his thumb against the damp sticky arousal, eliciting a cry that makes him goddamn feral. "Can't answer me honey?"
"Caleb I'm... so sorry I..."
"This from me. Or from one of them?" His casual question is laced with something dark, pressing on the spot again, wondering just how many men he'd have to take out, so his sweet girl is all his. "Should I get these off you? Since you're making them so messy?"
"I.... y-you-" Caleb has slipped your shorts off your thighs, your tummy clenches when he clicks his tongue. Now he kisses your inner thigh, fingers running along your swollen lips, breath ghosting too close to your cunt.
"These are ruined too, tsk. Something wrong, pip squeak?" You shake your head, watching as Caleb peels those panties off you, and he has to tuck them in his pocket, thankful your eyes are shut, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. He needs a fresh pair anyway, you're too meticulous about your laundry and he doesn't get many.
The amount of times he's cum inhaling your panties, drunk off them is insane, even before he left you, when he'd visit on breaks he'd take them, licking any of you up. Sometimes he would jerk off inside them, imagining putting them on you. Making you wear them full of his load as punishment for making him so insane. But nothing prepared him for seeing your glistening cunt, clear trails breaking off, you're so wet you were stuck to those lacy panties clearly.
"Caleb-ah!" He laps you up now, just a stripe up your slit, making your hands entangle in sof thrown hair, as those deep violet eyes look up at you. Dilated, insane, a smirk on his lips.
"Tell me none of them tasted you. Had you."
"What do you mean-"
"Tell me no one touched what's mine."
"You've been gone a long time... you think I just what, wait here, touch myself?" You're shaking as you speak.
"Do you?" You hesitate. "Answer me. Maybe I'll let you cum."
"Let me?" He presses a kiss on your clit now parting your folds and groaning as arousal pools out of your little hole. "Mnh. Fuck... what are we..."
"Am I competing? I'm very competitive you know, pip squeak. I will have to make you forget anything but me then." That's when he spreads your pretty pussy, moaning, he's seen you of course before here and there, glimpses of you naked, but now your perfect cunt is right in his face. He's burying his face against you, nose hitting that clit as his tongue swipes in.
"Oh my god." You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be spreading your thighs wider, letting him fuck his tongue in and out of your slick, gummy walls, the noises of his soft whines and slurps echoing in your apartment. His taste buds explore every each that long tongue can reach, you're losing it every moment, those eyes so dark with lust they look black.
He'll make you forget anything.
"That's it, you wanna cum f'me, huh? Pretty girl, all mine." You're struggling to compute his words, to even function, eyes rolling back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that clit, smile not hitting his insane yes. "Are you?"
"This is crazy, what are we doing... you... I... ngh!" Two fingers slip right inside your hole now, which flutters around the thick, long digits, making your whines even louder as he leans up, his other hand gripping you by your throat, lips so close.
How have you not kissed but he's devoured your pussy?
"You belong to me, only me, can you not see? All this time..." He's desperately scissoring fingers in and out, lashes low over his eyes as he breathes against your bitten lips. "Oh listen, she can talk for you I guess, so slutty for me. Just me, huh?"
You're just arching your hips, a sweet cry from your lips, ones he can imagine wrapped around his cock, while he squeezes your delicate neck harder, hand overtaking your throat. You can merely whimper in response, nodding just a bit, as you're closer and closer, only for him to yank his fingers out, making you whine, aching to be filled by them again.
"Caleb, please." You're crying now, tears running down your cheeks, making you look so fucking pretty to him, igniting something that snaps as he watches them fall glistening down your face.
"Please what, ya need something?" He's squeezing harder, fingers brushing around your soaking entrance, just barely pressing the tip of his finger inside, while you're pressed back against the couch, breasts heaving. "Tell me what you need, don't you know I'll take care of you?"
"In me. Please- ah!" You're getting fuzzy when he slips those long fingers back in your cunt, exhaling as he watches you, curling them just so with filthy squelching noises echoing. "Mnh!"
"This all f'me, huh? All me?" His demanding question barely resonates when you're cumming all over his fingers now, pulsing and gushing, while your own hand grips his thin white tank, pulling him closer. Your eyes roll back, he watches you avidly, every fucking expression while he feels you pulsing on his digits. "You didn't answer me, pretty, that won't do."
He pouts when he pulls his fingers out again, releasing your throat right before you nearly faint, cunt still pulsing. You try to gather yourself, when he's slipping those fingers in his mouth, moaning while he sucks all your arousal off them. He's ripped your top off, moaning as he sees your tits gently bounce out, his own dog tags dangling right between the two of them.
"Look who's right by your heart, hmm?" He presses the cool metal to your lips now, prompting you to kiss them, as he smiles so sweetly, like he hadn't just fucked your head up and tripped you. "Do you wear this every day?"
"Yes."
"Every night?"
"Yes." Your answer ends him, when he picks you up like you're nothing, dragging you right to the plush, soft rug beneath you both, hovering over you, his new tags dangling, as your fingers slip up over his strong chest, his eyes glinting with something you can't quite describe, the situation overwhelming your senses.
"I need to take better care of you, if you feel you need all these 'friends' then I'm not doing my job. I should be more than enough for you." He's leaned up, pulling up his shirt just a bit, revealing rippling abs that you've looked at far too often. "Is that it, I didn't take care of you good enough?"
"No, Caleb you always take care of me. I just... we..." Your thoughts trail off when he's slipped down his sweats, and you see his cock, so long and thick you're unsure you could take it, already oozing precum out of his reddened tip.
"Cat got your tongue, pip squeak? Keep talking, I'm listening, I always listen don't I?" He's leaned over you with one strong arm, yanking your thighs apart further, when you feel his length against your inner thigh, hot and heavy, precum sticking to you, as he cups your face so gently. "I'll listen to every moan, every whisper, so I learn everything your pretty, perfect body likes."
"Oh my god." He's brushing his tip against your engorged clit now, smiling down at you, at how pretty you are on this rug beneath him, your lashes fluttering.
"You work too hard, you need to be massaged everywhere. How could I not see this?" He's shoved his cock so deep inside you then you scream out, and he moans, feeling the stretch, of so many fucking inches. "Look how greedy, she's trying to take him all. Ahh, did you miss me this much?"
You're unable to respond to anything when he's shoved his cock so deep you're stuffed full, whimpering out as your walls struggle to stretch for him, and he's just a breath over you, lips drinking up yours then, finally kissing you after so long, before he is pulling back and shoving so deep he hits your cervix. You're sobbing it feels so fucking good, all while he can't rip his eyes off your face, the dark violet depths swirling.
"Waited so long for this, god don't you know?" He's mumbling now, lost in you, pulling back and smirking as he watches it, his lengthy cock getting sucked inside your too small hole, and the bulge in your tummy. "Look, I hit so fucking deep, don't I?" He grips your chin, shoving your head down so you see it, blushing furious.
"I... that's... s-so big I..." He's moaning as he watches it, his cock making that bulge as he goes achingly slow.
"Look at me fill you, fuck I should keep filling you too, until you can't even think. I need your brain shut off, and focused on me, yeah?" You're already fucked out and stupid, you can only stare at the bulge and blush, when he thrusts his hips with a snap, having you drooling all over his cock. "Can't think of other men now, can you?"
You can't think of a fucking thing, including what's happening, as Caleb begins fucking you harder, faster, delicately kissing your lips like he's making love, as his heavy balls slap your ass with every single filthy fucking thrust. He's whispering your name, until he's got you firm in a mating press, spitting down right on your clit and moaning at the sight.
Folded in half, god you feel so small under him, while his babbling hits your incoherent brain, the lewd slapping of his skin and how wet you are filling the living room. "Only me, I need it to only be me, me inside you, me everywhere."
"Caleb- you... f-fuck!" He's cupping your face as he folds you in that mating press, grinning feral, something unleashed that's damn near scary, but you just want more, nails pressing crescent moons against his biceps.
"Only me. Only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He's huffing those words as you cum all around his cock, pausing him briefly, feeling your aftershocks grip him, your cunt so messy she's dripping down his balls, down to the rug, making the sounds even louder, the squishing and clicking. "I know, honey, I know, you want me to cum inside, huh?"
"Please. Please." He's smiling, you're being so good for him, and who is he to ever deny his pretty girl anything.
"I'll give you anythign you ask for, don't worry. I'll fill you so good, so, so good, yeah- ha fuck you- ah..." He's stuttering now, faster and harder, his eyes flashing then. "Only me, say it."
"Only y-you... ah- ngh!" You're screaming when he's fucking you so hard it hurts, leaned up to press the backs of your thighs.
"That's it, gonna forget them all, aren't you? Anyone."
"F-forget." Your weak response lets him lose his mind, big hands bruising, his dog tags swinging against your face when he pounds your cunt so hard, cumming so much, with his head thrown back, groaning so loud until it turns into a weak cry, as his hot gooey load coats your pussy everywhere.
"That's it, fuckin perfect pussy, God my good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well." He's murmuring, easing as you're cumming just from him coating your walls, he lets your thighs fall, moaning and kissing you, desperate and hungry. "You alright, pip squeak? Was it too much?"
"It was a lot I..." He's laughing now, softly, pulling back and out, watching the mess of creamy cum pouring down all over, groaning at the sight, you flush as you look down, seeing it all.
"You could have told me you needed more, don't you know how long I've waited for this? I wanted to be your first though, honey, tsk..." He's fingering the cum, making you jerk, so sensitive now, his lips quirking up. "Know how many times I've stroked it? Picturing just this, filling you up?"
"Y-you did?" He's shoving that cum deep, you grip his wrist, gasping now. "Caleb!"
"You're wasting it, that just won't do, I need you to be a good girl." His husky whisper along with those rough fingers makes you cry out.
"Sensitive!"
"You can take more, can't you?" He's shoving cum back in your eager whole, moaning at the sight, his cock already standing back at attention. "I think I know what I need to do, so you never call any of these 'friends' again."
"What?" Your eyes roll back when he's curling his fingers again, hovering over you and grinning, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"I'll keep filling you, until you're dripping me constantly." Caleb's got you in your bed next, lapping his own cum right out of your cunt, taste buds dragging in every flavor of the two of you, having you cum over and over, until you're stupid. "Look, so fucked out, aww. You're drooling pip squeak, lemme get that."
He's swiping at your chin, before he's sucking your clit in his mouth again, and you're losing sense of everything, he's fucking you again, bent over, then again, on your stomach, so many loads inside you you're bloated and full, too full. You pass out on him soon, he sighs as he looks at you, so pretty as always in your sleep.
"Ah, pip squeak, we'll have to work on that stamina." He's cleaned you all up, putting your favorite pajamas on you, while you're lightly snoring, clearly he'd been a little too much.
Caleb had waited for years and years after all, for just this moment.
"Sweet dreams, my love. Future wife." He's laughing softly, you don't know just all his plans yet. He goes towards the kitchen to down some water, still naked in your apartment, cock gently swaying when he grabs his sweats, your panties still tucked in his pocket. He slips them on, frowning as he sees your phone light up, texts from Zayne and Sylus.
That just won't do.
He unlocks your phone with ease, it's his birthday of course, you love him even if you don't know how much yet. No worries. Caleb deletes every contact and message, keeping only him, because that's all you'll need now! You won't even be in this apartment soon, he can already picture you at his place, constantly having his babies.
He smiles as he holds you against him that night, but even after fucking you so deep, so much, just seeing you sleeping makes him hard again, and he has to stroke his aching cock just looking at you, waiting for you to wake up.
lmk if you want more Caleb and his freaky ass lol <3
just thinking about sylus who spoils you endlessly with gifts and flowers any chance that he gets, showering you with love and affection because you’re his beloved and of course he’d even give you the world if you asked
so its no surprise when the date sylus planned was fully booked out by him, and him alone but you didn’t need to know that as it was all part of his plan ;)
arriving midday to a boat dock where expensive yachts, boats and other vessels were docked, sylus led the both of you to his own equally impressive and expensive yacht. gently taking your soft hand into his larger, more rough one and carefully boarding the boat making sure you don’t slip
sylus walked you over to the indoor seating area where a table was beautifully set with all sorts of dishes, desserts and of course his favourite, red wine. as you dined together, the boat softly rocking under the waves, sounds of seagulls flying overhead and the soft crashing of water could be heard as well as the salty sea air wafting through the open doors
after finishing lunch, touring the rest of the yacht, you find yourselves on the very top of the ship’s deck overlooking the view of the beautifully, vast expanse of endless blue waters but that’s not the only view right now
the other view being you under sylus as he fucks you into the sun-beds, absolutely ravishing you. he loved how you tried to muffle your moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand, completely oblivious to the knowledge that there was absolutely no one around
sylus was so mean with the way he thrust into your warm, gooey cunt. groaning everytime you squeezed around his length, swearing he was on cloud nine with how good you felt
in his eyes you looked absolutely divine with how the sun shone down onto your skin giving it an almost ethereal like glow to it, the way your eyes were hazy and half lidded. it was like admiring the most beautiful piece of art and he was the artist
with a few final, ruthless snaps of his hips sylus came deep inside you with a low guttural groan, your warm cunt milking him absolutely dry as he collapsed next to you, wrapping his strong burly arms around your smaller frame and burying his face into your hair, sylus wanted to stay like this forever
just the two of you alone, wrapped in each other’s embrace, with not a single care in the world<3
an: just a little sylus thought that was on my mind for sometime cause why not
