₊˚ˑ༄ؘ HELD CLOSE Caleb X Reader

I saw this can’t had to write about it

02/06/25; 06:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you give them consent to make their fantasies come true with you ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: some of these were inspired by spicy fanart i’ve come across on twitter / x 🙂‍↕️

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“care to repeat that, sweetie?” sylus’s gaze was filled with a fierce hunger he reserves only for you, hands already relinquishing its hold on the gun that he had just been polishing prior to you coming into his office.

your breathing comes out in ragged breaths, anticipation coursing through your very veins as you repeat your words to him, “i said… as a gift for you, you can do whatever you want to me.”

he stands up from his desk immediately, loosening the tie of his suit while taking quick strides towards you, “that’s what i thought, kitten.”

he takes a hold of your chin, pressing a searing kiss against your lips. as he could feel you melting into him, sylus slides his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him before carrying you towards the settee in his office.

he continues kissing you deeply, hands gripping at the front of your blouse before tearing the flimsy fabric off of you. you were about to whine about the loss of your favorite blouse, only to have your words swallowed by yet another searing kiss when sylus delves his large hands into the waistband of your skirt. your breathing hitches when you felt his fingertips linger against your clothed center, setting aside your panties to push a thick finger into your heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you cry out to the onychinus leader, your nails digging into the sofa’s armrest as the squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking in sylus’s fingers echo throughout the office.

“hn, you’re already so wet for me, kitten. tell me, do you want it?”

you end up moving your cunt up and down his hand, giving him eager nods while begging him to fill you up with his cock. needing no further urging from you, sylus removes his thick fingers from your slick folds. you whimper at the sudden loss of him, however, you did not wait for long when you heard the sounds of shifting fabric before the tip of sylus’s cock was felt at your entrance.

with his powerful grip felt at your waist, sylus pulls you into his lap while sheathing himself inside of your slick walls in one, swift thrust. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, simply bouncing you up and down his cock with a smug grin on his face. as he works on using your cunt as his personal toy, you felt him lean in to whisper in your ear, “you know, i didn’t lock my office door. so anyone can barge in at any moment now, bearing witness to how you’re practically drooling on my cock.”

embarrassingly enough, sylus’s words succeed in making your walls clench further with need for him, doing your best to bite back your moans as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock with fervor.

zayne was in a middle of a conference call when you bounced yourself up and down his aching cock.

when you told zayne that you didn’t mind making his fantasies come true-

you were not expecting the professional doctor of akso hospital to go this far.

on the speaker of zayne’s office phone was a male colleague, giving a lecture about the new medications that just released for the treatment of heart failure. as his voice droned on and on, you forced yourself to keep your moans and soft mewls to a minimum, riding zayne with an eagerness you had never felt before.

this was such a new side to him, one that you hadn’t seen before. each time your moans got a little too loud, zayne would send a harsh smack! against your backside, giving you a look of disapproval while slowly attempting to remove his erection from your slick walls.

each time he tries to pull away from you, you would shake your head, your eyes pleading at him to give you another chance. zayne would frown at you, placing a single finger against his lips before slamming you back down on his cock. while zayne remained utterly unfazed, you nearly cried out at the sudden sensation, forcing yourself to remain quiet before continuing to ride him.

and even when you felt the embarrassment of potentially being heard on the other line, you couldn’t deny how hot zayne looked at the moment. his glasses were askew while his hair remained a mess from the sheer amount of times you had run your fingers through them. and despite his prior harshness to you, it was obvious that not even he could hold back his expression of pleasure, pursing his lips while he lay back in his seat, simply basking in the feel of your walls surrounding him as the lecture went on.

you swallow thickly when xavier’s eyes darkened after you told him he could do whatever he wanted to you tonight-

forcing you to take a step back when xavier pounces on you, hovering over you in bed as he picks up your hand to place a kiss at the back of them. “then forgive me, my starlight, since i won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

giving him one last nod of consent, you gasp when xavier surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hands grip at your shirt, taking off your clothes in a rush as he left you utterly bare for him. his darkened gaze filled with lust was all you could see when he pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his erection before placing the tip of it on your lips.

“make me feel good.” xavier’s demand only serves to make the ache much more prominent between your legs, and you followed his command by leaning forward, allowing his cock to rest against your tongue for a brief moment before taking him in.

you move your head back and forth at a steady pace, basking in xavier’s grunts and moans of your name. while his hand was felt gripping at your head, you felt him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, setting a desperate pace that had you seeing stars. as you worked on lubricating his shaft with your saliva, you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth, all too ready to swallow what he had to offer when xavier pulls away from the confines of your mouth with a single pop!

“that’s enough…” he manages to stop himself from cumming in your mouth, hands now spreading your legs before settling himself between them. your breathing hitches when you felt his cock tracing at your folds for a brief moment before completely sheathing himself inside of you, making you cry out to him as he began to pump his cock within your heat, never once stopping until he was satisfied.

rafayel was all too eager to make his greatest fantasies come true with you, allowing you to step into his art studio as he haughtily demanded that you strip yourself of all your clothes.

“rafe, you want me to do what?”

“i think you heard me loud and clear, princess. i want you to take off every piece of clothing that you have, remain bare for me before settling yourself on my couch.”

with a sigh, you ran a hand across your hair before giving him a nod. you slowly take off your clothes, tossing them to the corner of rafayel’s studio. with each piece of fabric you had taken off, you felt the lemurian’s heated gaze on you, never once looking away as you felt the heat blossoming beneath your skin.

when you were finally left bare for him, rafayel takes a moment to admire your form, shaking his head while calling himself a lucky bastard. he gestures at you to lay back on the couch, “relax and look languid for me, princess.”

swallowing thickly, you give him a stiff nod before laying back on the couch, your arms spread comfortably across the pillows while feeling the cold air touching your breasts as it causes your nipples to harden in response. “perfect.” rafayel’s voice takes on a deeper tone when he grabs his sketchbook and charcoal, working on sketching your likeness.

a few minutes pass, and you could already detect the effect you were having on rafayel, seeing the noticeable tent against the front of his pants. the sight of his erection straining through his clothes makes your mouth water as a whimper escapes from your parted lips.

“rafayel… please. don’t make me wait for you any longer... i-i need you.”

his dilated eyes meet your gaze, and he could see the moisture pooling within your pretty little flower, seeing it clench with need for him. letting out a grunt of your name, rafayel tosses aside his sketchbook, taking quick strides towards you when he leans down to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

just mere moments later, rafayel takes off the rest of his clothes before putting you in a mating press, allowing your legs to rest against his slender shoulders as he kept pounding his cock into you over and over again, the sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in reverberating throughout the studio as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

the moment you told your boyfriend he could do whatever he wanted to you within the comfort of your bed-

caleb wasted no time when he sheds off your clothes, leaving you naked for his eyes alone. a flash of satisfaction was seen in his gaze before he presses your naked body against the top of the mattress. you were given little time to react, head spinning slightly as you became achingly aware of the sounds of caleb hurriedly taking off the rest of his clothes, the sounds of shifting fabrics as he tosses them aside to the corner of the room.

you hear his heavy breathing and attempt to look back at him, only to feel his large hand pressing down against the small of your back. “not so fast, pipsqueak. you are going to remain in this position until i tell you to move.”

a shiver was felt running down your spine at the sound of the possessive edge in his voice. not wishing to upset him, you remain obedient, pressing the front of your body against the bed while resting your cheek against your comforter.

you wait with bated breath for his next move, suddenly feeling caleb’s heavy body pressing down on your back. his breathing was hot and heavy against your ears, feeling his teeth lightly biting down on your earlobe. you shiver at the sudden sensation, letting out a soft moan when you felt caleb spread your legs further for him, his cock brushing against your cunt from the back before completely sheathing himself within your heat.

his powerful biceps comes around your neck just then, keeping you in a headlock while he kept pounding himself in and out of you. the sensation of lightly being choked by him along with the thick feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace makes you see stars. you were certain that your eyes had hearts in them with how good your colonel was making you feel.

feeling the way your walls clenched oh so sweetly around his cock, caleb lets out an amused chuckle. tightening his biceps around your head while giving your hair a kiss, he whispers hedonistic praises to you in hopes of making you fall apart for him. “that’s my good girl, taking me in so well. i promise i’ll take you to heaven soon, baby.”

end notes: just another thirsty daydream to celebrate 2k followers (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

cw — pussy eating, pet names, caleb is a german shepard, uhhh idk what this is. soft sex soon guys pls 😓😓 fluff here n another smut here!

puppydog!caleb who begssss for a taste :(

“c-c’mon, pips, honey, baby, please? jus’ one time, and then i’ll leave you alone, i swear.”

and he looks so pathetic there, too — big, violet eyes peering up at you from between your legs, tail thumping on the rug behind him, furry ears pinned flat against his dark brown hair.

you’ve always been a sucker for cute things. how could you say no to a face like that?

a sigh blows past your pretty lips, and you roll your eyes. “okay, okay, fine.”

and caleb beams, ears perking up and tail swishing. “thank you, sweetness. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

oh, but you should’ve known caleb was lying.

because, i mean, get real. did you seriously expect him to stop after one orgasm?

he hasn’t been between those plush thighs in weeks, hasn’t felt them practically crushing his skull and jumbling his thoughts. it’s criminal to deprive him like this — call it animal neglect.

two big hands keep your legs spread apart and that delicious pussy on display for him. it’s so beautiful — he’s never seen one better.

well, he’s never seen one at all, save for the occasional porn video, but that doesn’t really count, does it? and he spent more of that time imagining it was yours rather than the girl on screen.

he’s snatched from his thoughts when you tug on his hair, pulling his face closer to that sopping mess, even as you whine for him to stop.

“c-caleb, you said just — fuck! — o-one.”

. . did he?

whoops.

a throaty chuckle reverberates against your poor labia, sending vibrations right up to your puffy clit, and you choke on a moan. “i meant one session, pipsqueak.” slurp. “‘s not my fault if ya took it wrong.”

your nails dig into his scalp, like you’re punishing him, and caleb barely stifles a whimper, his cock giving a nice twitch and a spurt of pre cum to add to the already massive stain in his briefs.

“no, you didn’t! you— ngh . . liar.”

his grin only grows wider.

you can call him whatever you want. he’ll let you call him a liar for the rest of his damn life if it means you’ll keep letting him touch you like this.

after all, what’s a few harsh, empty protests from you when caleb really knows how you feel?

how your cunt clenches down around his tongue, which you swear has gotten longer since the start of his little predicament, how your thighs squeeze and tremble around his head, greedily holding him in place, the way your moans grow more wanton and feverish in pitch . .

he’s going to get you to cum again.

when does he not?

“give it t’me, honey, thaaat’s it,” he coos, and that praise goes right to your head (and your pussy!).

you really don’t know how caleb got so good at this. he says he hasn’t been with anyone else, and you believe him, but . .

oh, there is no way he can be this good at pussy eating and you two have only done so occasionally.

but who are you to complain? he’s always been skilled, practically a natural at everything. this shouldn’t (and isn’t) an exception.

“ohh, i’m gonna cum—” you keen, back curving into the most delicious arch, and caleb only picks up his pace, licking and sucking, devouring every centimeter of your pussy he can.

he’s a man-dog starved, and you are the only thing that can satisfy him.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking and thick tongue swirling while his fingers release your thigh and gather up a lewd mixture of his spit and your essence so that he can plunge two inside far enough to curl right at that spongey spot.

and you fall.

swollen lips parted in a silent ‘O’, one hand fisting the sheets while the other yanks at his hair. your legs quiver at each side of his head, and your hips should be too tired to even move, but they’re bucking into his face, grinding up like you’re trying to suffocate him.

though, in caleb’s opinion, this isn’t a bad way to go out. one of the best ways, actually.

he only pulls his face back when he’s positively sure you’re done, and he licks his lips. tasty.

he shifts up, so that he can see that fucked-out expression, eyes glassy and face flushed. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, and a hand comes up to push your hair back so he can lavish your face in kisses and licks.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

you let out a tiny whine that breaks off into a yawn, and caleb’s smile softens. “yer pretty, too,” you mumble.

he snorts. “you’re prettier.”

your brows draw together. “nuh-uh.”

“yuh-huh.”

“nuh-uh!”

a thick finger flicks your forehead. “go to bed, pipsqueak.”

pregnant sex w puppy!caleb soon perchance.. also i might start back doing gradients but idk 🪫 ts kinda hard

okay so the thought of mutual beef between Zayne and Caleb is very fun and I have my own takes on it BUT I want to offer another possibility: One-sided beef by Caleb's side.

Can you imagine how freaking funny it would be that Caleb is ripping his hair out over Zayne "seducing" you while the guy is just offering to share a box of chocolate he has with you, completely unaware of the evil eye he's receiving? Not to mention the petty comments between them when they were just teens like

Zayne: What time is it?

Caleb: Wouldn't you like to know weather boy

Zayne: .....? No, not the weather. The time, if you wouldn't mind.

Caleb: 🙂 *internal screaming*

I believe they're both aware of the other's feelings for you but there's a silent agreement to not do anything for very different reasons, while growing up at least. Caleb sees him as a threat because Zayne is not shackled by the responsibility of being your "gege"/family figure and part of him is almost envious of that. He's always restricting himself and playing the part he's been given for you, but he wants so much more.

Meanwhile, Zayne has to control his own heart for you otherwise the curse will eat away at him. He is not allowed to love you the way he wants unlike Caleb, who is so easily affectionate with you in a way he can only dream of.

it's so ughhhhhh I love their dynamic and if Infold won't give me content then I'll just have to make it myself

⋆˚🐾˖°𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🐕 COSMIC LEASH ?!

⋆⑅˚ paring : zayne, rafayel, sylus, xavier & caleb x puppy fem!reader

⋆⑅˚ synopsis : Trapped between them, you whimper as they tug on your leash, making it clear you’re nothing but their obedient little pet for the night.

⋆⑅˚ warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, size kink, humiliation kink, leash play, hair pulling, chocking, spanking, gagging, dacryphilia, nipple teasing, dacryphilia, rough s*x, power play, dom & sub dynamic, light degradation, overstimulation & other stuff!

⋆⑅˚ note : banner art by @/rororo_mg on X , also not proof read really sorry ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ! Also dunno if this was ooc for rafayel 🧍🏻‍♀️

．－ 𝒵𝒜𝒴𝒩ℰ （the best fucker?!）

Zayne’s grip on the leash tightens as he yanks you forward, the collar around your neck pulling you closer to him. You can feel the tension in your body—both the leash and the anticipation tightening in your core. His eyes darken with a predatory gleam as he moves behind you, his hand brushing over your tits, squeezing them roughly before dipping down to grasp your clit between his fingers. You moan, but the sound is cut off when he pulls the leash hard, choking you just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, his cock already hard and pressing against your back, his body looming over you. His hands move to your nipples next, pinching and pulling them until you’re gasping, knees weak. His fingers circle your pussy, teasing at your entrance before sliding in with brutal ease. “Look at you, all needy and wet, just for me.”

The sensation of him deep inside you makes your eyes water, a mix of pleasure and pain as the leash pulls tighter, forcing your head back. His hands on your tits grow rougher, his cock pushing deeper with every thrust. You can feel the sting of his choke, the suffocating pressure making you dizzy as he pounds into you, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. Your puppy eats flattening as you whined.

“Z-Zayne—” your voice catches as the leash jerks tight again, cutting off your words. Your hands tremble where they rest against the floor, barely keeping you upright as he keeps you in place, his cock stretching your pussy with every deep, ruthless thrust.

“What? Can’t speak?” His voice is low, teasing, and cruelly amused as he watches your lashes flutter, your breath hitching from the pressure on your throat. “Poor little puppy. Just let me fuck you dumb, yeah?”

You whimper, nodding quickly, cheeks burning with shame. It’s too much—his cock is thick, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, and his hands won’t stop playing with your tits, squeezing them, rolling your nipples between his fingers like he’s trying to make you cry.

“Sensitive here too,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over a hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth. You gasp, your back arching, ears twitching as his teeth graze you. It’s embarrassing how loud you are, how easily you melt under his touch. You try to stifle a moan, but Zayne just tugs the leash tighter, forcing another strangled sound from your throat.

“You're shaking.” He groans against your skin, his lips hot against your tits as he nips at them, sucking harder. “Gonna cum already? That desperate?”

You shake your head frantically, but the way your pussy clenches around his cock betrays you. He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your wrecked expression—eyes glassy, lips parted, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth.

“Cute,” he murmurs. “Now be a good puppy and cum for me.”

Then he thrusts in harder, tightening the leash just enough to steal your breath, and you break—crying out as your body seizes up, pleasure slamming through you in waves. Your walls clamp down around his cock, your clit throbbing, and Zayne groans as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

Zayne doesn’t stop—not when your body shakes, not when your pussy clenches down so tight around his cock it feels like you’re trying to keep him inside. If anything, he seems to enjoy watching you struggle, the way your small frame trembles under the weight of him, your breath coming in short, choked gasps as he tugs on the leash again.

“Still so fucking tight,” he groans, dragging his cock out of your drenched cunt just to slam it back in, making you cry out. “You can barely take me, puppy. Look at you—your little pussy’s stretched around me, and I’ve barely fucked you properly.”

Your ears twitch at the humiliation, your cheeks burning. He’s right—his cock is too big, stretching you wide, filling you so deep it makes your stomach bulge with every thrust. You’re dizzy from the way he’s handling you, his grip unrelenting, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

You try to speak, try to beg for mercy, but all that comes out is a broken moan. Zayne chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw and forcing your mouth open. “That's it. Keep your mouth nice and wide for me.”

Then he shoves his fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, making you gag as he fucks into you even harder. Your eyes flutter, throat constricting as you choke around his fingers, drool spilling past your lips. He watches with a smirk, his other hand keeping your leash tight, his cock still slamming deep into your soaked pussy.

“Fuck, you're so cute like this,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out just to smear your spit over your lips before gripping your chin. “So dumb and messy for me.”

You can only whimper, body shuddering under the overwhelming sensations—the size of him splitting you open, the leash cutting into your throat, the way he manhandles you like you’re nothing but his little plaything. Your legs tremble as another orgasm creeps up, and Zayne notices immediately, his cock twitching inside you.

“Gonna cum again?” His voice is a low, mocking growl. “Go on, puppy. Cum while I ruin this tight little cunt.”

Then he slams in deeper, and you break all over again—gagging, sobbing, your body convulsing around him as he fucks you through it, his grip on your leash never loosening.

．－ ℛ𝒜ℱ𝒜𝒴ℰℒ （gentle but rough?!）

Rafayel holds the leash firmly, tugging just enough to make you stumble closer to him. His gaze is sharp, glowing with that cold, unreadable intensity—but there’s something else beneath it, something almost indulgent as he watches your small puppy tail wag despite the tremble in your thighs.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, one large hand stroking down your back before gripping your ass. His touch lingers, fingers pressing into the soft flesh before he suddenly spanks you—hard. The sharp crack echoes through the room, and you yelp, body jerking forward.

“R-Rafayel—!” Your voice breaks into a whimper, your puppy ears twitching as you press your thighs together. The sting of his slap spreads through you, heat pooling between your legs, and your tail wags again—completely betraying you.

Rafayel chuckles, low and amused, before giving you another sharp slap on the ass, making you jolt. “You like it,” he muses, tugging the leash so you’re forced to arch your back, your tits hanging as he positions you just how he wants. “Such a needy little thing.”

His fingers trace over your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make your breath hitch. “I should make you beg,” he mutters, watching as your small frame trembles under his touch, as your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for him. “But you’re already crying.”

You are crying—small, shaky sobs spilling from your lips, overwhelmed by how big he is, how much stronger, how easily he handles you. The humiliation only makes it worse, your face burning as he strokes your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears.

"Poor puppy," he murmurs, though there’s no real pity in his voice. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head frantically, afraid he’ll stop. “N-no! Please—”

He cuts you off with a sharp tug of the leash, forcing your back to arch even further. “Then take it.”

And then he’s inside you, stretching you open with one deep, slow thrust. Your mouth falls open, a broken moan spilling out as his cock fills you completely, pushing in so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach.

"Fuck," Rafayel groans, his hands gripping your hips as he stills, letting you adjust to his size. His fingers flex, like he’s barely restraining himself. “You’re so—” He exhales sharply, pulling out just enough before slamming back in, making you choke on your own moan.

His thrusts are rough despite the way he holds you, each movement knocking you forward, making your tits bounce with every deep stroke. His hand comes down on your ass again, the stinging heat only adding to the pleasure, and you sob into the sheets, your small puppy tail wagging wildly behind you.

He notices, because of course he does. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips the base of your tail, stroking it slowly. "So cute," he murmurs, his tone almost tender—right before he tugs the leash hard, forcing your back to arch as he slams in deep.

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing his cock as you cry out, your body giving in completely. Rafayel groans, his pace growing rougher, more desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“Cum for me, puppy,” he orders, voice firm but laced with something softer, something only for you.

And you do—your body shattering as pleasure crashes through you, your pussy squeezing his cock so tight it forces a deep groan from him. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your orgasm, gripping your leash, your tail, your hips like he owns you, and it only makes you fall apart even harder.

．－𝒮𝒴ℒ𝒰𝒮 （big size kink?!）

You barely have time to catch your breath before you're being pulled into Sylus’s lap, the leash in his hand tightening just enough to make your body jolt. His sheer size alone makes you feel small—his broad chest, strong arms, and the way his thick cock presses against your trembling thighs. You look up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and he smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rich and deep, sending shivers down your spine. “So tiny compared to me… and yet, you think you can take all of me?"”

You swallow hard, your ears twitching as you nod shyly. But Sylus just chuckles, wrapping the leash around his wrist and pulling you forward until your tits press against his bare chest. “You're shaking,” he points out, his large hands sliding down to grip your hips. “Maybe I should stretch you out first. Don't want my lil’ pet breaking too soon.”

A whimper escapes your lips as he lifts you with ease, positioning you over his cock. His size is intimidating, the thick head pressing against your soaked entrance, stretching you open inch by inch. Your walls struggle to take him, your tiny body barely accommodating his girth, and you whine, gripping his shoulders.

“S-Sylus—t-too big—“

He groans at your weak little protest, his grip on your leash tightening. “Shh, you can take it,” he soothes, though his voice is thick with hunger. "You're made for this, aren't you? My pretty little puppy, all stretched around my cock."

Your breath stutters as he lowers you further, his cock sinking deep into your cunt, making your tummy bulge slightly from the sheer size of him. You whimper at the overwhelming fullness, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and Sylus groans, gripping your ass to keep you still.

“Fuck,” he breathes, watching the way your pussy struggles to take him. “You're so fucking tight. Gonna have to train you to take me properly.”

Your fingers dig into his skin as he suddenly yanks the leash, pulling you flush against him, forcing his cock even deeper. You choke on a moan, your body clenching around him, overwhelmed by the sheer stretch. Sylus only smirks, his hand moving to your tummy, pressing down slightly.

“Feel that?” he murmurs. “That's me, buried so deep inside this lil’ pussy. Can't run from it now, sweetheart.”

You shake your head frantically, overwhelmed, but he just leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Now, be a good girl and ride me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling as you try to adjust to his sheer size. Every inch of him stretches you past your limit, making you feel impossibly small compared to him. The collar around your neck feels heavier now, especially when Sylus gives the leash another firm tug, forcing you to meet his gaze. His red eyes burn with amusement and hunger.

“What's wrong?” he taunts, his grip tightening on your hips. “Too much for my little puppy?”

You shake your head quickly, even though your body is already struggling to move. Your thighs ache, your pussy throbbing from the overwhelming stretch of his cock, but you still try to lift yourself, only to sink back down with a broken moan.

Sylus groans, his hands flexing against your ass before delivering a sharp slap to it. “Struggling already?” His voice is thick with satisfaction. “Guess I’ll have to help.”

Before you can respond, he tightens his grip and begins lifting you himself, forcing you to bounce on his cock. Each motion has you gasping, your pussy clenching down around his thick length as he guides you with ease.

“Fuck, look at you,”he murmurs, watching the way your tiny body struggles to take him. His hand presses against your stomach again, feeling the way his cock fills you. LSo damn small. You're barely able to handle me, but you're still trying so hard.”

You whimper, your ears twitching as you shyly bury your face against his chest. But Sylus only chuckles, tugging on your leash, forcing you to sit up straight again.

“Don't get shy on me now,” he growls, his other hand gripping your jaw. “I wanna see that pretty face while I wreck this tight little pussy.”

His thrusts grow rougher, your moans turning into desperate cries as he uses the leash to keep you in place. His cock slams into you with each movement, stretching you wide, making it impossible to think about anything except how deep he is inside you. Your walls flutter around him, another orgasm creeping up fast, your legs shaking from the intensity.

“S-Sylus—” you gasp, gripping his wrists, overwhelmed.

He smirks, pulling you down onto his cock one last time before holding you there, his grip keeping you locked in place. “Go on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your lips. “Cum for me.”

And with one more harsh tug on your leash, you break—your pussy clamping down, body shaking violently as pleasure crashes over you. Sylus groans as he fucks you through it, his cock twitching, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

“That's my good girl,” he growls, pulling your leash tighter as he slams into you one last time, burying himself as deep as possible before spilling inside.

Your breath stutters as you feel the warmth of his cum flooding you, his thick cock keeping every drop inside. The leash loosens slightly, and Sylus pulls you against his chest, his large hands rubbing slow circles over your trembling thighs.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

．－𝒳𝒜𝒱ℐℰℛ （fuck boy?!）

You barely have time to recover before Xavier forces you onto all fours, the leash tightening around your throat as he tugs you into position. His grip is firm, his touch almost lazy as he runs a hand down your spine, appreciating how small you look beneath him.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. “On your hands and knees, just like a good little puppy should be.”

Your ears twitch, heat rushing to your face as you shyly press your cheek against the mattress. His teasing always gets to you, making you whimper, making you squirm, but he only chuckles, rolling his hips against your ass, letting you feel just how hard he is.

"Already soaked," he muses, dragging his fingers through your folds, spreading the slickness. “Are you really that desperate?”

You whine, embarrassed, but your body betrays you—your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him. Xavier hums, amused, before gripping the base of the leash and pulling your head up.

“Use your words,” he purrs. "Tell me what you need, puppy."

Your breath hitches, your thighs trembling. “Y-you…!”

“Me what?” His tone is mocking, his free hand moving between your legs, fingers barely brushing your swollen clit. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

You squirm, your body pushing back against him instinctively. "N-need your cock, please!"

“Good girl,” he praises, and before you can even brace yourself, he’s pushing in.

The stretch burns in the best way, his thick cock splitting you open inch by inch, forcing your body to take him. Your mouth falls open, a choked moan escaping as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back slightly before snapping his hips forward again, making you jolt. “You're so fucking tight. Can barely even take me.”

You let out a weak whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as he sets a punishing pace. Each thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock hitting deep, making your legs tremble. The leash tightens again, pulling your head back, arching your spine even more.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his free hand sliding under your body, groping your tits. “Face down, ass up, struggling to handle my cock.”

Your cheeks burn, your body tingling from the mix of humiliation and pleasure. You try to bury your face in the sheets, but Xavier clicks his tongue, tugging on the leash again.

“Ah, ah. Don’t hide from me,” he scolds. “I want to see every little expression when you cum all over my cock.”

His pace grows rougher, his grip firmer, using the leash to keep you exactly where he wants you. Your pussy flutters around him, the overwhelming stretch, the deep thrusts, the way he manhandles you—it’s too much.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” Xavier groans. “Go ahead, puppy. Make a mess for me.”

And with one last sharp thrust, you break—your body shuddering, your pussy tightening around his cock as you cum hard, moaning his name. Xavier doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own high until he slams into you one last time, spilling inside.

He stays there for a moment, his cock still buried deep, the leash still taut in his grip. Then, with a lazy smirk, he leans down, his breath warm against your ear.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But I think you’ve got a few more rounds in you.”

．－𝒞𝒜ℒℰℬ （hottest fuck?!）

Caleb doesn’t waste time. The moment he gets his hands on you, he’s yanking you into his lap, the leash wrapped tightly around his fist. His cock is already hard, pressing insistently against your soaked folds, and his free hand grips your waist, holding you steady.

“You've been passed around like a fucktoy all night, huh?” he muses, his voice carrying that usual teasing lilt, though there's something darker underneath. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds against you, making you whimper. “And yet, you're still dripping for me. Such a greedy little thing.”

You whine, ears twitching as you shyly avoid his gaze, but he just chuckles, tugging the leash to make you face him.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, puppy,” he coos, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Your breath stutters, your thighs trembling as you nod. “Y-yes…”

“Then be good and take me.”

Before you can brace yourself, Caleb lifts you effortlessly, positioning you over his cock. The thick head presses against your entrance, forcing you to stretch around him inch by inch. You let out a broken moan, your hands flying to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support.

“F-fuck, Caleb—”

“Shh, you can handle it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear. “I know you can.”

He guides you down, making sure you take every inch of him. The stretch is overwhelming, the sheer size of him making your body struggle to accommodate. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls fluttering as you try to adjust, but Caleb only groans, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Fuck, you're so damn tight,” he growls, his voice rough. “Like this little cunt was made to take my cock.”

You let out a whimper, overwhelmed, and he smirks, tugging on the leash again. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod weakly, too lost in the pleasure to respond properly. But Caleb isn’t satisfied with that—he grips your hips and lifts you before slamming you back down onto his cock, forcing a strangled moan from your throat.

“That's better,” he praises, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now, keep going. I wanna see you bounce on my cock like the perfect little pet you are.”

Your body moves on instinct, your thighs burning as you start to ride him, his cock stretching you over and over again. Caleb watches you with hooded eyes, his smirk widening as he tugs on the leash, keeping you under his control.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to where you’re impaled on his cock. “Bet you’re close already, huh?”

You nod frantically, your body trembling, the coil in your stomach tightening with every movement. Caleb chuckles, his grip tightening as he meets your movements with rough thrusts.

“Then cum for me, puppy. Show me how much you love being used.”

With one last sharp tug on the leash, you shatter—your pussy clamping down around him, your vision going white as you cry out his name. Caleb groans, fucking you through your orgasm, his cock twitching inside you before he buries himself deep, spilling inside.

He holds you there, panting slightly, his hands rubbing soothing circles against your hips. Then, with a lazy smirk, he leans in, his breath warm against your lips.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But don’t think we’re done just yet.”

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lonely millionaire

synopsis: sylus likes when you spend his money.

tags: suggestive (mdni), sylus sits you on his lap while you drain his bank account, it's for a cute reason though, dry humping, size difference, teasing, sylus is a scoundrel, use of "kitten" and "sweetie" cause we stick to the canon over here pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mc word count: 640

a/n: i don't really have anything to sa—omg this is my first non-caleb post! but yeah i've been thinking of this for a while. this is the most explicitly sexual thing i've written with worse to come

“Why don’t you get that one, too?” Sylus rumbles into your neck, pointing to a luxurious dress on your screen.

You’re seated on his lap in the bed you share, his legs caging your smaller frame while he peeks over your shoulder at the laptop in front of you. For the last 40 minutes, you’d been browsing the website of the most exclusive boutique in Linkon. It’d been Sylus’s idea—To get you something nice for being such a good hunter, he’d said—but as he urges you to keep adding opulent pieces to your cart—dresses, skirts, shoes, you name it—you start to suspect an ulterior motive. 

Restless, you turn around to face him. But before you can speak, he steals your lips in a lewd, wet kiss, his thumb holding your chin in place while he swipes his tongue through your mouth. 

“Hmm?” he hums when he releases you, expectantly peering into your eyes. 

Dumbfounded, you stare up at him before his slow smirk jolts you back into your right state of mind. “Sylus! Stop distracting me. You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” you accuse with a glare. 

“I don’t particularly enjoy being your distraction, kitten. I’d rather have all your attention in the first place,” he replies, wearing an infuriating look of triumph. 

“You know what I mean,” you whine, thwacking his shoulder in exasperation. “You have me in your lap while I spend enough to buy a house on things I don’t need. I don’t get it—are you enjoying this?” 

Sylus blinks lazily. Slowly, he chuckles before rolling his hips into the plush of your backside. “You’re well aware of how much I'm enjoying it, sweetie.” 

Startled, you jerk your hands to his thighs, the laptop landing onto the bed with a soft thud. “Sylus,” you breathe, a whimper escaping you as he grinds upwards again. “I-Is this really okay? You’ve been so tired lately, you can’t hide it from me. What if I spend too much and you have to work harder?”

Sighing, Sylus snakes one thick arm around your waist, pulling you further back into his chest. As he splays his large hand across your belly, you feel his body warming yours, making your core clench with need.

“Kitten,” he drawls, nuzzling your shoulder. “When I’m out there making Onychinus deals, putting my life on the line just to come home coated in someone else’s blood—it gets…tedious, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if I should give it all up so we can start fresh somewhere new,” he confesses, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “But having you here with me, knowing I'm putting my life on the line for you? So you can spend what I earn for you, so I can give you all the pretty little things you could possibly ask for? It makes it worth it, kitten. It brings me…peace. Satisfaction.” 

Throughout his musings, he’s been rubbing you harder and harder against his rigid length. Feeling it pulse beneath you, you moan softly and reach your arm back, threading your fingers in his hair. “As long as…as long as you like it,” you pant. “Want you to be happy.”  

His deep chuckle hits your neck, sending shockwaves down your spine. “Won’t you help me relax, then? After all, I've been so tired lately,” he mocks, nipping your ear. 

“Now,” he starts again. “How about you look at the accessories page next, hmm? Let’s see the handbags.”

It’s an hour later when Sylus is finally satisfied with the subtotal of your shopping cart. 

He holds his card out in front of you while you type in the information, and once the order goes through, he captures your lips in a kiss, tender but claiming. 

“What’s your schedule for tomorrow look like, sweetie?” he rumbles, pressing you close. “I think I’d like to look at some jewelry.”

your instagram dating seishiro nagi ♡

note: i love nagi he's literally me. first time writing/doing smau for blue lock :P i hope you like it ^^ idek what i did i'm scared

fem! reader × seishiro nagi !

chii_giri: i just know reo is probably crying rn

→ choooki: why would reo be crying

→ yy/nie: 💀

otoya_30: no way bro pulls

→ yy/nie: does the 30 in ur username stand for the number of girls you cheated on ? just asking

→ t4bit0: probably

→ otoya_30: not you too 💔

yy/nie: aWIEEEEEEE you posted me on your empty deserted account i'm so happy

→ choooki: :x <3

reo_mikage: hey so you forgot to mention i was the one who told you about the cat café

→ yy/nie: stop trying to take MY BOYFRIEND on dates omfg... smh...

isag11: lowkey want a gf now stop

→ meguu: dw bro i got u, 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓅

→ isag11: emm

yuuki: so cute

→ yy/nie: thank you :3

otoya_30: bro used the tips i gave him

→ yy/nie: i'm the rizzler of the relationship actually

choooki: i love you

→ yy/nie: i love you too, my pretty boy

meguu: I HAVE THOSE AS WELL :D

→ yy/nie: OMG REALLY :D

ryuusei_f: GADIGADAGADAGO

→ yy/nie: what does the f in your username stand for?

→ ryuusei_f: 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀

→ yy/nie: oh !

thank you for reading ♡

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Sylus is not a morning person, but by heavens above, waking up to the adorable giggles of his little daughter jumping up and down on the bed, jolting both you and him abruptly awake in the morning would definitely bring the widest of smiles on his face.

Her little giggles followed by your laughter as you squish your daughter's cheeks gently, the squeals that followed when Sylus began tickling his little daughter echoing in the morning hours.

You and your daughter exchange cheeky glances with a plotting counterattack by pressing kisses all over his face, earning a hearty laugh from the older man before he pulled both of you into his arms in a firm warm hug, listening to the steady heartbeats of his two most precious treasures in his life.

Synopsis: MC gets kidnapped by Caleb for “protection”, but little does he know about her true feelings of dependency.

CW: NSFW, fem MC, Caleb and MC are red flags, angst, kidnapping, easily overwhelmed and crybaby MC, codependency, obsession, surprisingly fluffy smut ?, dry humping, fingering, p in v.

English is not my first language and this is my first time writing smut, so I apologize for any mistakes.

MDNI

The silence was overwhelming.

There wasn’t even a single noise in that dark space, devoid of any sensation. At least, that's how she felt, her weak breathing was almost inaudible. The sighs would never reach her ears. She shivered, even though it wasn’t cold, she couldn’t contain the emotions that were slipping through the cracks. The girl was in a comfortable bed, with a warm blanket and a lot of pillows, just how she liked it. But, nothing could comfort her at this moment. She delighted in the nothingness, disconnecting herself from all of her senses.

“Knock knock”

She took a few moments to process the sound of steps. She was alone for so long that she didn’t think anyone would show up for at least a few more hours. The girl took a deep breath, coming back to her senses with a wave of sensations. The fabric of the sheets, the cozy smell that felt like home, the steps, the tears running down her face… her breathing. The sounds were getting louder as she prepared herself mentally. She knew who was coming. She wasn’t ready to face him.

And in a moment, there he was, his feet unmoving in front of the door as he locked it again. The girl was not brave enough to look at him directly, her emotions were a mess and she didn’t have the capacity or the time to process them correctly.

“You haven’t eaten anything.” An affirmation. That was the first thing that left his mouth for what felt like years. She held her breath for a second. The man sounded worried, she knew there was a lot of weight behind those words and felt her shoulders tense. He wanted to see her fine and healthy, and it was exactly this worry that brought her to this situation. She couldn’t say that it wasn’t nice to be the object of his attention. She liked it… she liked it a lot more than she should. That’s exactly why she was so confused. He didn’t have to do this, to go this extreme. She didn’t mind being alone with him, being locked up with him. She wanted to be the only thing he needed, just like she only ever truly needed him and nothing else. So why…? Why is it that he didn’t hold any trust in her feelings?

She nodded and hummed in response, with her head held down. She tried to conceal her face, red with tears, but knew it was futile. He would notice. He probably already knew.

“You need to eat well, pip-squeak” he said her nickname with a heaviness to his tone, a deep sadness that she couldn’t tell with precision where it came from, but it was certainly related to the situation at hand. “I’m not hungry.” she answered in a weak voice, and they went silent. She couldn’t read his expression while looking down, so she had no idea about what he could be feeling. It was nerve wracking. She couldn’t bear this distance, but his lack of belief in how strong her feelings were truly hurt her. She wondered if he felt the same, if he was also itching to get closer, both emotionally and physically.

“I know you are probably angry at me.” He started talking. “But… I had to do this, I had to protect you.” Was this an excuse? Did he truly wish for her protection and that was his only motive? Or did he want… more? Did he have a want, or a need, to have her stay by his side? To keep her enclosed and warm, near and at his disposal at every hour of the day? Was she thinking about her own wishes as she wondered this? She couldn’t tell anymore. It was selfish, yes, but humans are full of selfish needs at the end of the day. She didn’t want him. She needed him. And she wanted him to need her just as much, but didn’t know exactly if his actions meant that he did or meant that he felt like she was useless and incapable. Just an annoying “little sister” type of girl that he thought was dependent on him. If that was the case, he was at least right about one thing. She truly was dependent.

“I’m not angry, I’m just frustrated.” She said abruptly and loudly, finally meeting his eyes. He was looking at her, but at a safe distance and looked quite taken aback by her sudden outburst. “I feel betrayed Caleb, I don’t feel like I’m being understood or seen by you. Not really.” She looked away for a moment, hesitation starting to rise in her throat but quickly being replaced by anger and pent up feelings left unsaid. “Why have you felt the need to do this? Don’t you understand?” She was throwing a fit, almost screaming as she cried and moved her hands at a faster rate than he has ever seen her move while talking. Shocked would be an understatement to express how he felt.

“I don’t get it! I just don’t! Do you truly see me as someone who needs protection? Because that’s wrong. I don’t need protection! I need you! I need you so badly it hurts, and I need to be with you all of the time, I need to consume you and have you and make you mine. But I can’t! And you just keep pushing me away like this, making me doubt myself and doubt your feelings. And I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of this, Caleb.” She started sobbing, tears streaming down her face while she wailed loudly and pathetically. She truly felt pathetic.

“Princess, I-…” He felt a pillow smash into his face, ruffling his hair and catching him off guard. Was she really acting like a child right now? But he knew her, he knew she could get overwhelmed easily and didn’t know quite how to deal with her emotions but, well, neither did he. He wasn’t expecting this, he didn’t think that she felt that way, that she felt so strongly about him. He thought about it sometimes, thinking about maybies and possibilities, but at the end of the day, he never dared to think it was true. She would never want him as much as he needed her, right? He picked up the pillow from the floor, and stepped closer bit by bit, waiting for her to calm down and for his heart to stop beating so fast. The rush of adrenaline was slowly fading away, and deep embarrassment was taking roots in its place.

“I’m sorry… Caleb I don’t know what came over me…” He motioned for her to stop talking.

“It’s okay… I’m… sorry too.” He spoke quietly as he finally stopped by her side, standing up next to the bed. He was getting closer hesitantly, wanting to comfort her but not having the words to express himself. He thought that if he said too much in this moment, it could make her even more anxious and overwhelmed. So he knelt down next to her, pushing a strand of hair away from her face, and slowly getting closer and touching his forehead to hers. A gesture that always made her calm down. The feeling of his breath, his heartbeat. Having actual living proof that he was real and standing so close to her made her relax her tensed shoulders. After being locked up for a while, she could finally feel his skin against hers again. Even without words they could feel the meaning of this touch. A silent “I’m sorry, you mean too much for me to lose”

“I’m sorry but I can’t keep it in anymore… I love you Caleb, I really do. And it’s killing me seeing you so distant.” She said quietly, almost like a whisper. “I love you too, maybe more than you could ever realize.” Her heart skipped a beat. “I just never thought that you could forgive me, it felt like you hated me for not being the same boy that I was.” He sounded almost scared, like this was all a dream he would wake up from in the morning. “I could never hate you. Sometimes I feel hurt by your actions, but It doesn’t matter because… I want you in every way. In each form or facade you create I will always need you with me.”

Maybe he was always like this.

Maybe she was always like this.

Her hands were tugging at his shirt, so tightly so he could never leave. His breathing hitched on his throat as he felt her slowly pressing her body more and more against his chest. It seemed like she was trying to suffocate him, from how strongly she held onto him. She lifted herself up slightly, sitting on his lap while hugging him with a death grip. They sat there for a moment, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeats.

“Well… even if you apologized, I have to say… what you said was pretty interesting.” Breaking their comfortable position, Caleb lifted her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. Her eyes were watering, and her face was flushed. She looked like a little surprised deer, she wasn’t expecting him to bring this up again. “But I thought you said it was fine.” She said sheepishly, shifting slightly in place, making him shiver. He winked at her, as a way to comfort her, and to assure he wasn’t being completely serious. She understood and waited to see what he would say next. “I might forgive you, if…” he said teasingly “If…?” She repeated, curious and slightly hopeful. “If you say it again.”

He grinned. “Tell me about how muuuch you need me.” She stopped the hug, moving away from his chest and crossing her arms. “What do you mean? I won’t do that! I already said more than enough.” She said that, but felt a warm feeling in her stomach. She loved it when he talked like this, but after the embarrassment from earlier she wasn’t ready to admit it.

“If you won’t do it then I will~” he paused, and looked her in the eyes with a serious expression. “I love you. I always wondered when I thought about you, if you were also thinking about me. If you felt the same way… if this constant need to have you in my life was not a weight I carried alone. You are everything to me. Without you, there is no me, there is no Caleb.”

She felt the weight of his words resonate with her as he slowly lowers the distance between their faces. His thumb caressing her lower lip before he finally brushed his lips against hers. The kiss started agonizingly slow, like he was testing the waters to see how she would react, but she was getting impatient. She grabbed him by his hair and forced him harder against her, deepening the kiss and exploring his mouth. Getting another confirmation of her need, Caleb started getting bolder. Hands roaming each other's bodies as they shared this heated kiss. From the shoulders, to the waist, to her thighs. His hands explored her body, getting to know her once again, learning about her curves and what made her shiver and gasp. He gripped her thigh, which made her grind closer against him as the pressure she felt on her lower region tightened. The kiss left her breathless as he hungered for more, more of her. She felt him getting hard against her, and it only turned her on even more. She had dreamed about this, about seeing the effect she had on him, making him hard and with his breathing unsteady in just a few touches. He grabbed her waist as he guided her movements, making her grind against his clothed cock with fervor.

“Caleb… Please…” She said, breathless against his ear. “I need more…” she whined against his lips. “Then say it. Say that you need me.” His eyes had a different glow to them, more possessive. She liked it a lot. “I- I need you. I need you badly, and I need you to touch me more because I am yours and only you can make me feel like this.” He smiled, with his cheeks flushed and suddenly lowered her body on the bed, looking at her up and down, trying to memorize every part of her in this moment like he often did. Clothes fell on the floor, hastily thrown away. Their eyes and hands wandered on each other's bodies, and they felt right, as if they were made to fit one another. Caleb’s hand brushed her skin until it reached her wet pussy, teasing her in different ways until he found the places that made her squirm and breath out his name so naturally that it made his chest hurt. He felt… amazing. It was as if he finally drank the purest water after years of thirst. It was better than he had imagined many times, because it was her. It was real. And it was finally happening. It was a rush of emotions and sensations. Warm skin touching warm skin and their smells intertwining as she kissed his neck and gripped his muscles. She sighed and moaned while his fingers explored her pussy in a sensual rhythm, he felt overwhelmed with love and a primal need intertwining as he watched the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“You are doing so good for me… taking my fingers so well.” He said and kissed her forehead. She threw her head back while pleasure washed over her, closing her eyes and moaning his name repeatedly as she came. She was in complete bliss, earlier worries only feeding the excitement she felt. She finally had him. After taking a few deep breaths she murmured “Caleb I need you… more…” she dug her fingers into his arm, as if trying to find a way to break in, and looked at him pleadingly, apparently not done yet. She wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside of her, for both of their pleasures, yes, but mainly for wanting to be together in the truest sense of the word. “Can I…?” He asked, positioning his throbbing erection between her thighs, teasing her entrance. She nodded and kissed his shoulder, pulling him closer. He groaned as he thrusted, heart swelling with happiness to have her completely but with a bitter feeling of… regret for his actions? Maybe? He couldn’t quite tell at the moment, but the only thing that truly mattered was her… finally being inside of her and chasing that high together. Their mouths met again in a passionate kiss, stealing the others' breath away in an instant. He fucked her in a slightly erratic rhythm, their bodies tightening until they released. They hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go.

Yes, she was dependent but she thought that maybe… The feeling was mutual.

I LOVE THIS GAME AND THEM SO MUCH AJDKDJSJDK sylus is literally everything to me 🥰🥰🙏🙏 I HAD to draw MC and him with this trend