Satoru Thought, At First, That Dating Someone With An Oral Fixation Would Just Be A Bonus. Frequent Blowjobs

➽ I wish we were strangers

“Out of all the wishes you made, is one of them about me?” Caleb asks, his expression briefly turning somber. As much as he knows you love him, he can't ever be sure. Maybe the love was platonic. Maybe his love for you was unrequited. You turn to him and smile, but there’s a quiet sadness hiding in the curve of your lips.

“…We wouldn’t have come here if there wasn’t any.” A sigh escapes your lips as your gaze drifts back to the river below. Leaning against his chest, you nuzzle into his embrace as you lift your intertwined hands and stare at them with downcast eyes. “Sometimes I really wish we were total strangers from the beginning. That way we don’t need to come with excuses to hold each other’s hand.”

Just as you finish speaking, his grip on your hand tightens, and he pulls you into a firm embrace. His head leans down and deeply inhales. He missed this. How you and him would always play around and end up lying together on the floor full of laughter or how you two would always end up in each other's arms. He will never not miss being able to touch you.

“Who says we need excuses, pip-squeak?” His voice is quiet and breathy, yet his tone carries a seriousness, similar to the one he used when acting as the Colonel of the Fleet. His breath is heavy and causes you to shiver as it brushes against your ear.

Caleb, who hasn't touched you in years, is now able to hold you as close as he wants. It’s like giving a five star meal to someone who’s been starving for 3 weeks.

“I’m never letting you go. Not again.” He curses at himself for being so naive and taking you for granted when you guys were younger. But now that you guys have reunited, he’s going to keep you by his side forever.

You try to move but his strong arms keep you in place, “Caleb, wait, let me do something.” His heart nearly stops at that. Did you feel uncomfortable? Oh god, what had he done? You probably hate him now. His arms drop to his side as you quickly turn and see his deflated body and solemn expression.

“Caleb, you big dummy.” You stand on your tiptoes, leaning your head toward him as you wrap your arms around his neck and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Hold me tighter, then.”

A/N: I love Caleb so much I think it’s unhealthy. Inspired by the Linkon New Year story event. Please submit things for me to write, I’m on fire right now. As always, stay delusional! (*´∀`*) Art creds : Intertwined Gold - Love and Deepspace Dividers by @omi-resources

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warnings: NSFW🔞, knotting, guided breeding, hybrid puppy satoru and reader (ears, tail, and knot), owner suguru, cucking?, slight dub con (you and satoru don’t know what sex is), threesome elements

when puppy!satoru’s owner, suguru, introduces him to you, he’s ecstatic, tail wagging and thumping on the floor, ears twitching with excitement, the whole works. he lowers himself as to convey that he’s not a threat while he leans in to sniff at your fluffy ear, but before he can even get a proper sniff, your ears pin down, along with your body and you cry out as you hide behind suguru’s legs.

his ears droop into his fluffy hair, he’s so sad that you’re scared of him, likely because he’s much bigger than you. he moves his gleaming puppy dog eyes to look at suguru for guidance or comfort or something but all he gets is a pat on the head and a “just give her time, she’s scared.”

satoru isn’t the most patient pup, and when it comes to you, it’s certainly no different. he wants to do everything with you—play, eat, nap, cuddle while basking in the sun, groom you, and claim your friendship. but no matter how much he tries, you always dart away the moment he steps into the room, tucking yourself safely behind suguru like he’s your personal shield from the big bad wolf.

what frustrates satoru most isn’t just the hiding—it’s watching you melt under suguru’s touch. he’s seen it! you’ll nuzzle into suguru’s lap, tail wagging like you’ve found the most comfortable spot in the world, letting him pet you for what feels like hours.

it’s not fair. he’s a puppy just like you are, maybe a bit older than you but still, why won’t you give him the time of day? every time you lean into suguru’s hand, a pang of jealousy flares in his chest and he pouts all day. he’s determined to win you over, though.

you were adopted for satoru in the first place, a companion to keep him company during the long hours at home while suguru works. but now, satoru’s never felt more lonely. while he spends his days trying to fill the silence, you’ve claimed suguru’s room as your sanctuary, staying there for hours on end until suguru comes home and brings you out.

satoru can’t help but feel bitter when he’s told not to disturb you, that ‘she’ll come out when she’s ready.’ it’s not like he doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t stop the pout from creeping onto his face every time suguru casually reminds him to wait.

but satoru isn’t always a good puppy. he obeyed suguru’s comand at first, but after days of growing frustration, he pushes suguru’s command to the side.

he opens the door to suguru’s room gently, popping his fluffy head in to see you curled up in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly. a ray of sun is shining on your furry ears as your nose twitches due to whatever dream you’re having. satoru’s will isn’t strong enough to resist a good sunbathing spot, and he’s definitely unable to resist creeping in to get a closer look at you.

you’re a fluffy little thing and you’re much smaller than he is since male hybrid puppies are usually taller and larger than the type you are. he can tell you’re likely younger than he is too, satoru is barely considered a puppy anymore, even if he pouts like one. suguru says that you’re only a few years younger than he is, the perfect fit for him.

satoru understands why you’re so timid—it must be terrifying to be taken from the shelter, placed into a strange home with an unfamiliar human, and to top it off, there’s another hybrid puppy here, one much bigger and taller than you. he can’t imagine how overwhelming all of that must be. but despite your hesitance, satoru can barely contain his excitement. just watching you sleep right now makes his tail wag so fast it practically spins as his ears stand at attention.

slowly and gently, he crawls onto the bed, pausing each time you whimper in your sleep, until he’s lying on his side beside you, facing you. just as he starts to relax, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the sun, a soft cry comes from your lips, and he feels the bed tremble beneath him. you must have woken up.

when he opens his eyes, he sees you still in the same spot, but now you’re trembling, your small body shaking with a primal fear. soft whines escape your throat, each one laced with distress, as your wide, panicked eyes lock onto his, like you’re trying to gauge whether he’s a threat. your scent shifts, sharper now—raw and unsettled.

his face shifts into an expression of defeated sadness, his ears drooping low, but even that small movement makes you flinch. he hadn’t even touched you—he was simply lying beside you. he thought you’d understand that if he were truly a threat, he would’ve already sunk his teeth into your neck while you slept, the most vulnerable state you could be in. but he hasn’t hurt you. so why are you still so terrified?

as he watches your trembling, frozen curled up form, his tail can’t help but betray him. despite the sadness in his eyes and the ache in his heart from seeing you so scared, it wags uncontrollably, thumping softly against the bed. he’s doing his best to stay still, to not move in a way that might frighten you further, but his body is overwhelmed with excitement just being so close to you. no matter how much he tries to hold it back, his tail keeps wagging, a clear sign of how desperately he wants to be near you, even if you’re terrified.

you seem to catch sight of the movement of his tail, your eyes flickering toward it with a flash of puppy-like curiosity, but that curiosity quickly fades, buried under the fear that still holds you. but that flicker makes satoru’s own curiosity perk up. he lowers his head even deeper to the bed, pressing the side of his face into the soft surface, his neck exposed in a silent gesture of submission. he’s hoping that by getting as low as he can, he might spark that same puppy-like curiosity in you once more, inviting you to see that he means no harm. he watches you closely, hoping you’ll notice, waiting to see if you recognize the vulnerability he’s offering as a sign of trust.

you do notice his gesture, but the fear still holds you tightly. your hands are clenched into fists against your chest as you remain frozen in the same position on your side, too scared to move or respond. even if you were able to, having been alone in a shelter your entire life, you aren’t sure what he’s wanting from you.

minutes stretch on in the heavy silence, but satoru doesn’t pull back. he stays there, determined to let you get used to his presence, showing you that he means no harm.

slowly, your trembling begins to subside, and seeing the shift, his tail starts wagging faster, a sign of his infatuation. but the movement startles you, and you flinch, letting out a soft cry of fear, growing exhausted with the constant fight or flight in your body. desperate to soothe you, satoru tries with all his might to stop the wagging, his face scrunching up in concentration as he desperately wills his body to stay still.

the moment he hears a giggle, everything changes. his eyes snap open, wide with surprise and curiosity, drawn to the sound like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever heard. you seem to think his scrunched up face is funny. it fills him with a rush of happiness so intense that his tail can’t contain itself—it begins to wag wildly, too fast to control. surprisingly, you don’t seem bothered by it at all. in fact, he notices your gaze locked on his tail, as if you’re completely mesmerized by its movement.

one of your hands makes a small, hesitant move toward the direction of his tail behind him, but you flinch, your eyes darting to his face before quickly pulling your hand back to your chest. satoru has to fight every instinct not to whine, desperate for you to touch it if that’s what you want. when you finally realize he won’t make any potentially scary, fast moves if you do, you slowly sit up to sit on your heels and reach your hand toward his tail again, the tentative movement full of careful curiosity.

his tail only thumps harder as your hand moves closer, the anticipation building. your fingertips brush against the soft, furry white hair, almost as if you’re admiring it, and he can’t help but blush. seeing you grow more comfortable with the touch, you cautiously wrap your hand around his tail, giggling again when it tries its hardest to wag within your hold.

after a gentle moment of you softly playing with his tail, as if exploring it, it unexpectedly wraps kindly around your forearm. the sudden movement makes your eyes widen and your face flush sheepishly. you gently release his tail, lying back down on your side, but this time, you don’t seem scared. instead, you blink at him, watching curiously as you take him in without the distortion of fear clouding your eyes.

as much as a blissfully eager satoru wants to stay awake and savor the moment of you observe him, the sun’s gentle warmth spreads over his body, pulling him into a haze of comfort. the soft bed beneath him feels too inviting, and before he knows it, his eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to the peaceful embrace of sleep.

when he wakes, he feels your nose gently sniffing at his neck, soft and hesitant, as if you’re trying not to disturb his sleep but can’t help being curious about him. he’s relieved you don’t notice when he subtly shifts, offering his neck to you just a little more, a silent invitation. you seem to respond to this, your hybrid instincts recognizing the submission, and your nose brushes against his warm skin as you inhale deeply, exploring every inch of his soft neck to capture the full range of his scent. after taking in his neck, you lean down to sniff his clothed chest, only to return to his neck again as if to double check.

if satoru were a cat, he’d be purring contentedly. he finds himself enjoying the sensation of you exploring him, the attention soothing him in a way he hadn’t expected. he melts into the feeling, his eyes closing gently in relaxation, letting himself fully absorb the moment.

when he feels the tentative swipe of your small, wet tongue against his jugular, satoru can’t suppress the soft, happy whine that slips from him, his lower body responding with a twitch of excitement. it’s clear you’re a curious pup, eager to smell and taste him as if trying to understand the full scope of him better, and the gesture fills him with an unexpected sense of being cherished.

you seem to have interpreted his whine as a signal to stop, even though you’re certain you didn’t hurt him with the soft lick. still, you assume he didn’t enjoy it, so you pull away, lowering your chin again, hoping he won’t be upset with you. when satoru opens his eyes and sees you cowering, guilt floods him. he moves toward you, ignoring the flinch you give him, and slowly, carefully, he leans into your space.

you immediately begin to whine under your breath, expose your neck to him, eyes squeezed shut, and a pout on your face. it’s clear you’re interpreting his approach into your space as a sign of dominance since he’s such a big wild looking hybrid, bracing yourself for what you think might come next.

but he doesn’t bite you. instead, he takes a deep sniff of your neck before running his long, wet tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from your collarbone to your ear. the sensation makes you shudder, your brows furrowing into a pout as one of your hands brushes against his chest that’s leaning into you.

he leans back slightly, watching your reaction closely, trying to gauge your expression to make sure you understand his unspoken message—that you’re allowed, even encouraged, to lick, touch, or sniff him as much as you want, and he won’t hurt you.

you wear a flustered, surprised expression, and he chuckles softly, playfully nudging your jaw with his nose. he knows you might see him as a potential leader of the ‘pack,’ but that doesn’t matter to him—he’s not interested in asserting dominance. all he wants is for you to feel safe around him so you can spend time together.

you nudge him back very softly with a small smile before you give his jawline a gentle lick in acknowledgement.

he smiles in utter appreciation, accepting your lick with pride. your eyes take in his face, confirming for the last time that he’s harmless before suddenly— without warning, you push him down onto his back, basically jumping on top of him with your face shoved into his neck. the sudden shift catches him off guard, and he lets out a surprised grunt when his back hits the bed, stunned by your sudden playfulness.

you’re straddling him, your nose buried in his neck, ears, hair, shoulders, and chest, as if you can’t get enough—whining in poorly contained excitement that’s impossible to hold back. he feels your tail curl around his upper thigh, your hands placed on either side of his body, pressing into the bed. he’s in pure bliss, loving every second of it as you switch between sniffing and licking, both of you with your eyes closed in contentment, as if you’re grooming him or simply showering him with affection.

you seem to lose yourself in his taste, licking every inch of his neck, some strokes gentle, others a bit more intense. then, you move to his jawline, then the side of his face. his eyes flutter open when you simply kitten lick over his lips just briefly with the tip of your tongue before retreating to his collarbones for the more thorough licks, a hint of shyness creeping in when it comes to his lips.

his shirt is in the way, preventing you from getting to his bare chest, but your impatience and affection drive you to move back up, eagerly retracing the spots you’d already wetted. you even add a few playful nibbles, and he can’t help but hum with amusement, tilting his neck toward you in silent encouragement, urging you to continue.

eventually, you begin to slow down, likely growing tired, and in response, he starts to lick you back, offering his own gesture of thanks.

you groom one another for what feels like hours, until your scents are combined completely and you both fall asleep cuddling in the sun with a newfound sense of companionship.

~

now, you won’t leave him alone, but he’s not complaining. wherever he goes, you’re right behind him, or directly in front of him. if he sits, you plop yourself right into his lap, curling up against him. when he lies down, you’re right there on top of him, taking up every inch of his space. even when he wakes from a nap, you stretch dramatically in a downward dog, purposely pushing into him and knocking him over before taking the opportunity to collapse right back onto him, drifting off to sleep once more. mealtime doesn’t escape you either; you’re always right by his side, mirroring his every move. and when he’s bathing, you’re there too, splashing around, your puppy instincts kicking in as you even use your tongue to ‘help’ him clean, despite the soap and water in the mix making you stick out your tongue in disgust.

playing together is easily one of your favorite times of the day. you both often wrestle, chase each other in a playful mock predator-prey game, tackle little puzzles suguru sets up before he leaves, and do so much more, always finding new ways to have fun.

just like every other day, like routine, you’re now wrestling on the living room floor after a long nap together. satoru always takes it easy on you since you’re a younger pup and much smaller, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you. but satoru likes to play rough, it’s not his fault, it’s instinct, he just wishes you didn’t perceive it as a real threat.

but as he’s got you pinned down, one of his play bites causes you to whine in fear, triggering your prey like instinct, and you immediately squirm out of his hold to roll onto your back and expose your belly. you pull your shirt up to your ribs and tilt your neck, wearing a tightly close eyed expression. seeing this, he grows a bit frustrated realizing it’s not apart of playtime— you’re offering submission once again.

he growls lowly under his breath as he leans into your exposed tummy, his growls continuing as his tongue gently licks at your soft skin. it’s his way of expressing frustration with your constant need to show him you’re submissive, a non-threat to his dominance, all while still trying to convey his affection.

he wants you to see him as your equal—you’re friends. friends who can wrestle, play, and play bite each other without the fear of one being seen as a looming, dangerous wolf. even if he might seem that way next to you, he wishes you could see past the size difference and realize that, at heart, he’s just another playful pup like you.

you whine and whine, your tummy twitching as he licks at it, but when your legs shift open mid-lick, his head tilts in slight confusion. he pauses, sitting up to observe the movement and make sense of it. you’re lying on your back with your legs open, your underwear exposed, since you usually only wear one of suguru’s large shirts with his scent on it and a pair of underwear—after all, you never really leave the house anyway.

he sniffs the air, curiosity piqued when he notices the sudden change in the aroma of the room, and follows the scent with his nose leading him, down to your underwear, where a damp patch catches his attention. his confusion deepens when you whine softly, your body reacting to the sensation of his nose brushing against it. it’s an intense scent, one that smells like the purest form of you, and it stirs his instincts to want for a taste.

so, he listens to his desire, lapping at it without much thought since he’s already groomed nearly every inch of you during your sunlit cuddles. as soon as he does though, you gasp, whining louder, instinctively pushing your hips closer to his face, urging him to continue. but you don’t need to ask—satoru is more than eager to taste this new part of you, to indulge in your scent and flavor until he gets full on it.

he grows quickly unsatisfied with his position beside you, leaning down with his face in between your legs. he maneuvers himself until he’s lying on his tummy and his face is stuffed into your undies instead, all while never allowing your clothed folds to be without his constant tonguing for one second.

any thought of why he even started licking your tummy in the first place is gone just as quickly as his instincts kick in and his unneutered cock twitches to life.

he’s slathering at the, now translucent, gusset of your panties in every way he can, soft and slow, long and hard, quick and short— and you seem to love it. you’re whimpering and crying out in a way he’s never heard from you before, your hands gently pawing at his hair and ears, massaging them as if you’re expressing your gratitude for what he’s doing.

your legs begin to shake, and even though he’s thoroughly lost in you, he grows a bit concerned and he pulls his head away, only to grow surprised when you whine out loudly in protest and push his head back into the in between of your legs to continue. his dominant wolf instincts makes him growl when forced into any position by a puppy like you, no matter how much he likes you. you whine a bit in frustration before slowly sitting up and leaning down to eagerly nuzzle and lick his face, as if to tell him, ‘i’m sorry, it just feels so good, i can’t help myself.’

he accepts your unspoken apology with closed eyes, enjoying the feel of your tongue on his face before returning to your needy pussy, his actions driven purely by instinct, as if it’s his duty to fulfill what his submissive puppy desires from him while simultaneously indulging his own yearning for the taste of you.

when your panties became so thoroughly soaked from his slobber that they grow loose, his tongue incidentally nudges it to the side, and that first slide of his tongue on your bare, sticky, throbbing labia makes you both moan loudly.

your grip on his ears almost hurts as he explores your folds with his mouth and very wide, curious eyes. he looks like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.

his tail is flicking and thumping energetically behind him, like a drumbeat of pure joy, as he feasts. his hands instinctively move to push your thighs painfully apart as to gain as much access as he can. he’s whimpering against you, caught between delight and pain because his cock is throbbing agonizingly but he doesn’t understand why.

satoru just won’t let up, not needing any kind of break with such a strong stamina that something akin to fireworks erupt within you. you release the loudest, messiest cries he’s ever heard, a slick, gooey pool leaks out of you while your pussy twitches. neither of you realize yet that you’ve just experienced an orgasm.

he’s never licked something up so fast in his life, ignoring the sounds of overstimulation coming from you. when you tug harshly at his hair, trying to pull him away, he growls fiercely, latching his mouth fully onto your entire labia and suckling it as if to claim ownership, making it clear you have no control in the matter. even he’s shocked by the intensity of his desire to assert his dominance.

he shoves his tongue deep into your body with his mouth still attached. he surprises himself when he breaches your hole because he didn’t even know you had one apart from your lower hole. he simply followed the source of the yummy slick and pushed past your entrance with one big push.

he grows addicted to the feeling of your bumpy walls against his long muscle quickly. he’s suckling on your labia and clit with his entire mouth as his tongue writhes around inside of your hole, all while his eyes roll back into his skull. he doesn’t even mind the way you’re squirming under him because nothing could unlatch the hold his jaw has on you now.

you feel completely claimed in every part of your physical being. you’re unable to decide if you fucking love feeling owned by the larger dominant wolf or if you want him to stop and give you mercy because of how sensitive you are. your legs are twitching and so limp that you’re unable to hold them up even if satoru’s hands weren’t holding them down.

eventually, he starts to feel guilty seeing the clear exhaustion on your face, so he releases his grip, slithering his tongue out of your hole and exposing the indents of his teeth. as he sits up, your legs snap shut hard. when he tries to lean in, nuzzling the side of your head in an attempt to show affection and regret for going too far, you push him away with a soft whine, causing him to pout in response.

eventually, after he whines and paws at your back enough, you allow him to lie behind you, curling into your back and holding you close. he doesn’t fully understand what just happened or what it means, but he feels an unshakable bond with you and an even stronger urge to protect you. the only downside is the throbbing, painfully persistent hard-on he’s left with— an irritating feeling until it finally subsides.

~

after that life altering moment where satoru unknowingly ate your pussy to completion and then more, he seemed to have unlocked your heat.

satoru’s ear flops as his head tilts in confusion, his curious, bright eyes fixed on you as you move strangely in front of him—stretching deliberately and even pressing your ass into his space a few times. you’re just as baffled as he is, unsure why you feel so hot and needy or why you’re desperate for satoru to be as close to you as possible.

you let out a frustrated whine when satoru continues to ignore your attempts at whatever it is you’re trying to convey, because he genuinely has no idea what you want. it starts to grate on him, until he finally lets out a low growl to make you stop, even if it leaves you looking a little dejected. feeling a twinge of guilt, he gives your leg a quick lick as a quiet apology before laying back down.

it’s only when suguru comes home and finds you on all fours—back arched and an unmistakable look of painful need on your face—that satoru perks up, finally paying closer attention now that suguru is here to notice your strange behavior and potentially give him context clues.

suguru rubs at your ears as he kneels in front of you and you keen into his palm happily as he tuts at you, “someone’s finally ready to mate.” satoru has no idea what that means, but it seems to be a good thing because your owner has a happy look on his face.

before satoru fully processes what’s happening, suguru is guiding both of you into your room and toward your shared bed. he gently lifts your standing form into a bridal hold, like you’re extra fragile right now and lays you down before encouraging you to settle into that same doggy position. he huffs in amusement and coos when you nuzzle into his touch, like you’re showing him appreciation for taking care of you, even though you don’t even know how he’s planning to alleviate that irritating heat within you.

with care, suguru pushes up your oversized shirt until it’s pooling on your mid section and slides your panties down your legs, revealing the area satoru had devoured just the day before. the sight and your scent growing ever stronger makes his cock jump at the memory.

suguru glances at satoru with an expectant look, lightly tapping your ass cheek a few times. satoru blinks in confusion, unsure of what’s being asked of him. after a few more encouraging taps and a gentle “come on, boy, come here,” satoru hesitantly moves closer to your behind, nosing at suguru’s hand as it taps your ass, as if to ask for clarification. he gives a few tentative licks to it with eyes on suguru, waiting for a telling gesture or command. he explores down to the familiar space between your legs, drawing on his experience from the other day to try and interpret suguru’s command. when your whine fills the room at the sensation and suguru praises him with a warm “good boy,” his tail wags enthusiastically, and his ears twitch in delight.

“wait—up, up!” suguru commands encouragingly before satoru can lean back in to lick it again. satoru’s confused but he still attempts to obey. he shifts to hover over your body, his hands planted firmly on the bed beside yours as his chest presses against your back.

“yes! good boy!” suguru praises the second satoru gets on top of you, “make her feel better, satoru. you can do it, smart boy.” suguru gently pulls satoru’s sweatpants down before sitting back and watching expectantly.

satoru turns back to you, nuzzling the side of your head before using one hand to gently pull your hair aside, wanting to see your face from the side he’s leaning on. he studies your expression, trying to gauge how you’re feeling about all of this confusing stuff, and when you turn to look at him, the pout on your face makes him give you a sympathetic whine. he softly licks your cheek, sensing your discomfort which in turn, brings him discomfort.

he nuzzles his face against yours to comfort you, and you rub back sweetly. but then, you start to rub your behind against his bare cock hanging between his legs and his ears perk up at the feeling.

“thaaats it satoru,” suguru praises, making satoru’s tail wag, “you know what to do.”

his hips begin to grind against you, sloppily rubbing his cock onto your thigh, ass, and sometimes brushing against your labia. he quickly becomes aware of how mildly pleasant the sensation is, and he can tell you’re enjoying it as well, especially when he rubs at the wet soft place between your legs. he tries his best to aim at that spot, hoping he can help you feel better somehow like suguru is encouraging him to do so.

satoru’s gyrating hips start to grow harsh as he lets out hums into your ear. yearning for more, his escalation makes you whimper, bracing your hands against the sheets to keep yourself up and steady.

that’s when satoru feels suguru’s hand around his semi hard cock, aiming his tip until its just barely nudged into your folds and saying little words of encouragement to start ‘mating’ with you, whatever that means. but it seems satoru doesn’t need to know the definition for his dick to penetrate your hole, because you and suguru do it for him— suguru uses one hand to push satoru’s ass towards you and you back up harshly until satoru’s fully mounted within your warm embrace.

satoru’s eyes roll back as your tongue lolls out and you both begin to pant in euphoria, feeling completely connected and relaxed. satoru’s cock starts to grow larger, slowly and steadily with every pulse of your pussy around it. neither of you notice as suguru coos and places satoru’s large hands directly on top of your small ones as if to connect you even more.

after that initial overwhelming wave of connection, satoru looks at suguru with a mix of confusion and a hint of panic, unsettled by the unfamiliar feeling and afraid of the unknown. meanwhile, you’re consumed by the heat of your cycle, focused only on the horny itch burning within. suguru chuckles, pats his head a few times, and reassures him that he’s okay, easing most of satoru’s worry.

despite satoru’s confusion, you don’t remain locked unmoving for long. his instincts take over as his anxiety passes and his body responds on its own, his tail curling around you in a protective, possessive way as his hips take a mind of their own.

every hump quickly accelerates the pace of his cock hardening and lengthening within you, as if your suctioning walls are so tight that they’re pulling his foreskin back and forcing the sensitive inches within to be exposed. after two strokes, he’s fully erect and stretching your little hole deliciously.

he ruts into you like a starved animal, like his dna is suddenly overtaken by his wolf genes as you go back and forth from moaning loudly in satisfaction, to turning your face to lick at his face in appreciation. you take his hammering into you like a champ, even when his weight crashes down on you and you fall flat. he humps you the whole way down until he’s crushing you underneath him and snaking his arms around your lower midsection as to push you up into him to meet his thrusts even deeper, if possible.

now in a prone bone position, you’re drooling out a continuous stream of spit down your face as he bares his teeth and growls. his own drool drips out of his mouth and down onto your face to join yours on the sheets. his entire cock is barely even exiting your warm embrace, only a few sticky inches are meeting the cool air of the room before pummeling back into you, over and over.

after only a few minutes, satoru’s teeth take a deep bite into your neck, unable to cope for much longer with your pleasure hole strangling his dick, causing you to cry out and tremble in utter submission. your hands fist the sheets, your toes curl, and you groan loudly as you feel something begin to stretch your entrance even wider, as if the base of his cock is growing inside of you. satoru begins to growl and whine louder at this, growing frustrated when his knot grows so large inside that it’s catching on your vacuuming walls and prohibiting him from exiting you.

his bite penetrates a bit deeper into your fleshy neck and suguru has to tap his nose with a stern reprimand to ‘be careful with her,’ making satoru growl but still obey and give the mark a quick, soothing lick before sinking his teeth back into you— but this time, to your shoulder. he’s trying desperately to pull out so he can push back in again but it hurts the both of you to do so, so he simply does what he can. he ruts into you without disengaging; his tip is just smudging against your cervix like a sloppy kiss.

since his knot began to grow, the feeling of foreboding pleasure grew with it, and it seems you’re synced with him because one of your hands is fisting his hair and ears that are fully pinned to his head while the other is digging your nails into his hip as it clenches and relaxes with every hump. his tail that was wrapped around your body moves to wrap around your arm and your own tail rubs at the inside of his thigh.

the sharp latch he has on your shoulder is tight, and when he shoots that first load of cum from the tip of his cock, bullseye right into your welcoming uterus, he pushes into you as deep as he can go and freezes as he groans loudly into your shoulder. you let out a breathy, whiny, drawn out ‘ahh!’ everytime you feel a hard spurt of hot cum being inserted inside of your tummy. your own orgasm crashes over you in tandem with your new mate, making your body shake violently, the only thing keeping you still being satoru’s very strong grip on your midsection and his weight pushing you down.

“good girl~” suguru praises you as he rubs behind your ears that twitch with every load of puppies satoru breeds into you, “milking your mate so good, doing such a good job. i bet that feels good, huh? satoru’s making you feel allll better~”

suguru simply laughs when satoru gives him a mean warning growl when he keeps rubbing at your ears for longer than he prefers him to. suguru knows he won’t bite him; satoru’s feeling a burst of affection for you due to being within the midst of his first orgasm, making him even more protective than he usually is.

the breeding part of this drags out for much longer than the actual fucking part of it did, satoru’s releasing so much cum every few seconds that you can feel it sloshing around inside of you at the very end of your tunnel, only kept inside by the plug of his knot. your pussy is starting to ache, being stretched so wide for so long. your whines and hands beginning to push at his hips expose your growing discomfort, making satoru’s instinct to protect you kick in and attempt at pulling out.

you both hiss in pain when he tries, his knot is still much too large to pull out of you just yet since he’s still letting out the last drops of his final load. even suguru cringes in pity, uttering a, “oof that must hurt.”

satoru sympathetically rubs and kneads at your lower belly as he continues to hold you still against him for your own sake. he unlatches his teeth from you just so he can lick long comforting swipes along your neck, shoulder, and face as to hopefully distract you from the pain you’re obviously in, due to his knot.

you start to weakly lick at him back with exhaustion in every atom of your body and it escalates into you just tonguing eachothers tongues and licking into one another’s mouths with relaxed closed eyes, basking in the connection of one another and the afterglow. the accidental making out takes your mind off of the agony of his swollen knot within you enough so you can breathe and neither of you can even hear suguru cooing at your kissing, calling you guys ‘just adorable!’

after minutes of sweet, slow, sloppy kisses, satoru’s knot deflates enough to pull himself out of you with only a wince, making his slobbery cock flop down to swing softly and heavily between his legs.

satoru is tired, but you’re utterly spent, pussy pulsing rhythmically as if to start the process of cooking up his little white haired, blue eyed puppies. despite your exhaustion, all you feel is relief— relief that satoru managed to scratch that horny agonizing itch. for now.

satoru’s primal need to clean you up after mating with you kicks in as he knees open your legs and leans down before shoving his face been your legs. your toes curl as you gasp and squeak, fisting the sheets harshly to cope with his long tongue lathering up and down your labia to scoop up the goo that’s escaping.

suguru snickers to himself in amusement, “what a gentleman.”

but when you reach over and grab at suguru’s arm, giving him big puppy eyes, silently pleading with him, he coos at you with a kiss to your cheek before pulling satoru away from your legs, “thaat’s enough. no more licking, satoru.”

satoru pouts as he’s pulled away but due to his fatigue, he allows it this time, and collapses onto your side ready for a long nap with his new companion.

suguru huffs with a smile as you pull at his hand in attempt to make him lie with you. he shouldn’t, because laying in your puppies’ bed is not good for training but, how could he say no to his new puppy? he gives in with a long hum and sits with his back to the bed’s headboard and rubs at your head in his lap before moving down to your shoulders, even down to your lower tummy to rub sweet circles on it.

when suguru’s hands begin to slide his oversized shirt up your body until it settles at your collarbone, you arch up into his touch as you give his arm a lick in affection. his hands glide over to caress your bare tits and he hums approvingly, “these are gonna feed your puppies, baby. gonna get alll swollen. are you excited to have satoru’s pups?”

lost in the euphoria of his huge, lanky hands enveloping and fondling your fleshy chest, you whine and nod in his lap as your hands skim over his cold ones, agreeing despite the fact that you’re not completely sure what he’s talking about.

“of course you are,” suguru smiles down at you before picking you up from under your arms just enough so he can maneuver himself to lie on the side of your body opposite of a sleeping satoru.

your ears flick happily when your owner lies beside you, his elbow propping him up with his head leaning on his hand so he can look down at you. satoru is curled onto your other side, sweatpants halfway down his thighs and snoring softly into your neck with arms loosely around your hips.

“she’s your mate now, satoru~” suguru whispers at an unconscious satoru as he uses his free hand to briefly rub at his ear, “she’s making your puppies in her belly right this very second. what a goood puppy, hm?”

suguru admires the sight for a beat before he leans down and pecks your lips. you’re completely surprised, and a flutter of delight bursts inside of you. he’s never done this before, you had just shared your first ‘kiss’ with satoru a moment ago, and the feeling of your owner that you love so much showing you affection in this way makes you so happy.

you begin to mock his peck, giving him more kisses back with sweet hums. you’re so distracted with it, that you don’t notice suguru guiding sleepy satoru with his free hand to latch onto your nipple until you feel his entire mouth envelop it with a rhythmic suction.

you gasp against suguru’s lips at the feeling and your legs twitch along with one of your ears. suguru shushes you soothingly and pulls back from your lips, watching you sharply as you blink down at satoru. his eyes are closed blissfully, and he’s sucking on it like it’s in his nature to do so.

it’s oddly comforting, despite the occasional graze of his sharp canines, and you find yourself humming softly and letting your head rest back on the bed to bask in the feeling.

“aww, you like that?” suguru coos, using his free hand to reach and move some of your hair away from your face before reaching down and rubbing a few fingertips along the edges of your other breast. goosebumps race down your body and you whimper, back arching into his touch and making satoru whine in protest of the movement. satoru grasps harder onto your hips to steady you in his sleep so he can suck your tit easier.

suguru leans down and presses a soft kiss beside your nipple and his eyes stay locked on yours as he does it. then, he starts to pepper kisses all around your breast and chest. it feels like an appreciation ritual, like he’s worshipping you.

his hand that was holding his head up before snakes between the bed and your mid back to rub at it and encourage you to arch as his kisses turn into wet, open mouthed ones that involve a lot of tongue. your breathing grows deeper and faster as his tongue leads to your free nipple.

but just when you think he’s going to latch on like satoru is, he moves away and kisses towards the other direction, making you whine in protest as your hand instinctively and softly paws at the back of his warm neck.

“want me to suck on it?” he questions you in mock curiosity, his hand that’s not under you moving to rub up and down the inside of your inner thigh.

you nod hastily, a prominent pout on your face that’s tainted heavily by the undeniable m euphoria you’re feeling from satoru’s relentless suckling.

suguru leans up to your face and moves his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss before rasping, “anything for my puppy.”

you sigh deeply in relief and your head falls back against the bed when he leans down and closes his eyes as his lips finally latch on. your abdomen twitches and your pussy pulses at the constant, wet suction they’re using on your sensitive nipples.

your hands move to tangle gently into the backs of each boys hair, massaging them sweetly as they each nurse on you, despite the lack of milk.

it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep to the sound of constant ‘chu!’ filling the room and the comforting sensation that comes with it.

—-

..yeah..ima see myself out

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 🍎

My personal headcanons for Boyfriend!Caleb after what I've seen and read about his character so far. A/N: All my ride or die Caleb girlies if you disagree with anything on this list im not going to argue with you please don't take my word as law. I love y'all dont fight me 💋 feel free to add more in the replies ‼️MDNI‼️ + cw: quick mention of cnc & primal play

[SFW]

wants to be in your skin wrapped around your nervous system and nestled in the wrinkles of your brain ; if this man could glue you to him he would

remembers everything that happened to him and mc when they were lab rats as kids which is probably where his mental health started rapidly declining

Cuddles ! ; he’ll also cuddle you while youre asleep constantly ; doesn’t matter if you’re in his bed, the guest bed or your bed he’ll climb right in and snuggle up

leaves you bowls/plates of fresh fruit and a glass of water on your nightstand

doing backflips if you tell him he can wash your hair for you ; the longer it takes the better

monitors your social media and online presence “You shouldn't post that no one needs to see you naked” “Im wearing a bikini Caleb” “Basically naked”

big on taking photos he wants as many photos together as possible

movie nights and date nights are his shit he’ll alway be down for that ; if you two have a show you watch together he is genuinely hurt if you watch an episode without him

holds your hand even when you don’t want him to ; would quite literally use his evol to hold your hand in place

if you’re sick he's at your bedside 24/7 with medication and home cooked remedies ; will spoon feed you if you let him

uses his body as a wall in large crowds to keep people from bumping into you

will beat the brakes off of anyone who dares to even look at you sideways and when you ask him what he did he’ll lie and smile in your face

PINKY PROMISES ARE LAW

will take you everywhere with him and will also follow you anywhere ; he’d stand guard outside of the bathroom stall if he could

although he does have some bolts rattling around (because they’re not loose they’re fully free) he will pamper the hell out of you ; he’s running you a bath, rubbing your feet and cooking dinner so you have a relaxed night and warm meal

when you do help him cook he’ll stand behind you and cover your hand with his while he guides your hand with the knife

will hold anything you hand him while he’s on the phone

has an entire closet of all the gifts you’ve ever given him

the type to close the door and immediately lock it if you’re in a room alone with him

hates to argue with you ; he’ll do it, but he regrets it afterwards apologizes profusely later with your favorites foods, sweets, treats and things

has to get a kiss before he leaves ; he’s not leaving without it

the type to wrap your arms around his neck when he goes in for a kiss

loves caging you between his arms and his body at any given chance

has to be touching you in some kind of way

the type to tuck you in every night

loves to give you massages because he loves touching you

[NSFW]

needs you to use your words “tell me how you want it” “don’t cover your mouth” “tell me you missed me” “how much?” “right there or right here? Tell me” “open your mouth” “how much do you love me?” “are you all mine? say it”

records your moans so he can listen to them later

pretty panty lover ; buys you lots of them ; loves to have you model them and you’re getting dicked down if you’re walking around the house in them

takes you anyway he can ; favorite position? ALL OF EM mans brain turns to mush just having his hand on you ; a dom that will punish you, but gives stellar aftercare

loves to tease you by getting you wet and just rubbing his tip over the fabric ; slides the panties to the side instead of taking them off because he loves to see them on you

a vocal moaner and a yapper when he nuts ; nuts inside every time makes him feel like he’s claiming you

Intentionally fails no nut November and says “we’ll try again tomorrow” turns you every way but loose for the entire month

massages your thighs and coochie so he can watch his cum drip out of you

a slurper and moaner when he eats it ; eats the pussy and the ass

puts the colonel hat on you

100% into cnc & somnophilia I will not argue with anyone about this ; not a fan of dacryphilia he hates to see you cry

you have to have a safe word because he gets pussydrunk extremely easily

panty stealer ; keeps a pair in his pocket when he goes to work ; clean or dirty doesn’t matter to him

into primal play would chase you through the woods in the Rina Kent - God of War mask and rearrange your guts right there with pleasure

would get jealous of your vibrator/dildo

🔞WARNING THIS IS ADULTS CONTENT🔞

NSFW, Fanfiction, Not for kids!, 18+, Dominance, BDSM

What if They Caught You Watching Porn in Their Bedroom? 🔞💦

🔞 Please be advised: This story contains explicit sexual content, including descriptions of masturbation and consensual sexual interaction, and explores themes of possessiveness and dominance by the character. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay Hunter (MC/You) here are five individual scenarios depicting how each of the Love and Deepspace characters would react if they walked in on you watching porn in their bedroom within this alternative universe.

1. Rafayel

You were sprawled out across Rafayel's ridiculously soft bed, letting the afternoon sun warm your face. He was supposed to be at the studio, sketching or dealing with some gallery drama. Perfect time for... research. You'd found a particularly interesting video online and were completely engrossed, the screen glowing with explicit details.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open with a cheerful, slightly dramatic flourish.

"Cutie! I'm home! Guess what I got you-"

You jumped, slamming the laptop shut with a speed you didn't know you possessed. Your face instantly flamed, blood rushing to your cheeks. Rafayel stood in the doorway, eyes wide not with anger, but with surprise, his signature playful grin already starting to form. He had a small box in his hand, likely a gift.

He tilted his head, purple eyes sparkling with mischief. "Whoa there, Miss Bodyguard. What's got you looking like a ripe tomato?" He took a step closer, his gaze flicking towards the closed laptop on the bed. "And what were you hiding?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in conspiratorially. "Don't tell me... were you watching something spicy?" He wiggled his eyebrows, completely unashamed. "Getting ideas, Cutie?"

Your embarrassment was a physical wave. "N-no! It was... uh... a documentary!"

He let out a light, musical laugh. "A 'documentary,' huh? Does it feature... anatomy in great detail?" He leaned closer still, his voice dropping to a playful purr. "You know, you don't have to watch static images on a screen when you have the real thing right here. Isn't my physique much more... artistically inspiring?"

He reached out and gently traced the line of your jaw, his grin turning softer but still full of knowing charm. "Maybe I could offer a private, live-action tutorial instead? Much more... interactive, don't you think?" He didn't seem jealous, just highly amused and eager to turn the situation into a chance to tease and flirt.

"So," he whispered, his face close to yours, "about that 'documentary'... care to share what you learned?"

2. Zayne

You were in Zayne's impeccably neat bedroom. He had an emergency shift at the hospital, giving you unexpected free time in his quiet, sterile space. You'd been feeling a bit stressed lately and decided a distraction was in order. You found what you were looking for on your tablet, headphones on, lost in the private world on the screen.

The door opened quietly, no preamble, no loud entrance. You didn't even hear it until you felt a presence standing near the foot of the bed.

You pulled off your headphones with a gasp, the bright screen still visible in your lap. Zayne stood there, dressed in his scrubs, looking at you with his usual calm, intelligent gaze. His expression was unreadable for a moment, then his eyes drifted down to the tablet screen.

Your face felt like it was on fire. You fumbled with the device, trying to turn it off, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

"Honey?" His voice was soft, carrying an unexpected hint of surprise but no harshness. He didn't look away from the screen immediately, his expression remaining composed, though you thought you saw the tiniest flicker of something in his green eyes.

Finally, he looked back at you, his expression gentle, almost clinical in its lack of judgment, yet with that specific tenderness he reserved only for you. "Is... everything alright, Baby?"

You stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He walked closer, sitting carefully beside you on the bed. He didn't snatch the tablet or scold you. Instead, he just looked at you, his gaze steady and reassuring. "There's no need to be so flustered, Honey. It's... a natural human interest."

He paused, a very faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. "Though, I must admit, I'm curious. Are you... studying something specific?" His voice was low, simple, devoid of any overt flirtation, yet the implication hung in the air.

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Perhaps if you have questions... or require further practical demonstration... you could just ask me, Baby." His eyes held yours, calm, rational, but with an underlying sweetness that made your heart flutter even amidst the embarrassment. "I'm always available to help you... understand."

3. Xavier

You were relaxing in Xavier's room, the one place you both felt truly safe after a long day hunting Wanderers. He'd said he was just grabbing something from his car. You took the opportunity to browse, and well, ended up on a site that definitely wasn't about alien biology. You were captivated by the on-screen action, forgetting about the world outside the glow of the screen.

The door opened slowly, and Xavier shuffled in, looking typically sleepy, eyes half-closed. "My Love, where did you put my..."

His voice trailed off as he saw you, eyes wide with surprise, laptop open on your lap. His sleepy haze vanished in an instant, replaced by sharp alertness as his gaze fell on the screen. His blue eyes narrowed slightly.

Your heart leaped into your throat. You slammed the laptop shut with a cringe. "Xavier! I... um..."

He stood straighter, the charm fading into a look of intense focus. He walked towards the bed, his earlier weariness completely gone. He sat down beside you, not roughly, but with a possessive closeness.

"My Love," he said, his voice low and serious, a hint of possessiveness already coloring it. "What were you watching?" He didn't wait for an answer, his eyes searching yours. "Why are you looking at that?"

His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly, but his gaze was firm, almost troubled. "Do you... do you need something more than I'm giving you?" The question was laced with insecurity and fierce protectiveness. "Why look at strangers... when you have me?"

He leaned closer, his scent of ozone and something uniquely him surrounding you. His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. "Let me show you, My Love. Let me show you there's nothing on that screen that compares to what we have." He leaned in, kissing you with a depth that was both possessive and desperately wanting to prove his point.

"You only need me," he murmured against your lips, pulling you closer. "Just me, My Love."

4. Sylus

You were in Sylus's luxurious, almost intimidatingly large bedroom. He was out handling Onychinus business - something involving 'negotiations' and 'asset management'. You felt brave enough to occupy his space, and maybe just bold enough to indulge in something equally bold on your tablet. You were enjoying the explicit display when a deep voice cut through the silence.

"Well now, kitten. What have we here?"

You froze. Sylus stood in the doorway, a tall, commanding figure leaning casually against the frame. He wasn't smiling, but his dark red eyes held a glint of amusement and something undeniably predatory as they scanned you and then the tablet screen in your lap.

You snapped the tablet off, your face burning. "Sylus! You're back early!"

He pushed off the doorframe and walked slowly towards you, his movements smooth and confident. He didn't look surprised or embarrassed, only intrigued. "Early? Or just in time?" His gaze lingered on the tablet, then back to you, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Getting ideas, sweetie?"

He reached the bed and stood over you, his sheer size making you feel like a tiny creature caught in his gaze. He reached down and gently took the tablet from your trembling hands, placing it aside without looking at it.

"You know, kitten," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated with power and charm. "I find it incredibly... stimulating... knowing you're in my personal space, thinking about carnal things." He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of you on the bed, trapping you.

"But," he continued, his voice turning more dominant, "didn't I tell you? The only man you need to study... is me." He lowered himself further, his face close to yours, his eyes intense. "Let me show you how a real man pleases his sweetie. Let me show you all the things you were only dreaming about."

His smirk widened, bold and unapologetic. "No need for a screen, kitten. The show is live, and you have a front-row seat."

5. Caleb

You were in Caleb's room, which was a chaotic mix of military neatness and personal indulgence. He was often away on duty, leaving you to occupy his space when you missed him. You were watching something particularly intense on your laptop, lost in the visuals, when the door swung open sharply behind you.

"Pipsqueak? Thought I'd find you here." His voice was light, playful, but there was an undercurrent of something else you knew well.

You flinched, spinning around, trying to hide the screen. Your face must have given you away instantly. Caleb stood there, already shedding his jacket, but his playful expression vanished as he saw your reaction and the laptop on the bed. His black eyes, usually warm with affection, turned sharp and intense, the purple depth within them seeming to darken.

He didn't say anything else immediately. He just walked towards the bed, his footsteps deliberate. He reached you and his hand shot out, not to touch you gently, but to snatch the laptop closed with a sharp snap.

"What the hell were you watching?" His voice was no longer playful. It was low, rough, laced with possessiveness and a controlled fury. His eyes bored into yours, demanding an answer.

Your breath hitched. The casual charm was gone, replaced by the dark, obsessive side you knew existed beneath the surface. "Caleb, I... it was just..."

He leaned over you, his body language dominating, trapping you against the headboard. "Just what, Pipsqueak? Looking at other people? Imagining things with someone who isn't me?" His grip on the laptop tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"Didn't I make it clear?" he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "You belong to me. Your eyes are only for me. Your thoughts are only for me." He tossed the laptop carelessly onto the floor. "Why do you need that when you have me?"

He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his intensity overwhelming. "You will only see these things with me, Pipsqueak. Only me." He gripped your chin firmly, his thumb tracing your lip. "Now, let me remind you who you belong to." His kissed you, not sweetly, but with demanding possessiveness, a clear statement of ownership. "You're mine. And you will never look at anyone else like that again. Understand?"

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cw: smut, finger fucking, grinding, 69 woohwooh

currently in the middle of a roadtrip and i couldn't stop thinking about how either caleb or zayne would totally park at a lay bay for a bit to finger fuck you until you're too fucked out to keep complaining "are we there yet?"

if ever you were the type to behave, they'd be so down for a quickie on the halfway point. zayne would sit you on his lap and play with your throbbing clit as he slowly grinds into you from behind. caleb would lap up your dripping cunt while you give him sloppy head in the backseat. they'd consider it as both yours and their reward, they'd be energized after it too ☺

an: quick drabble cause i'm bored and i wanna say i hate camping :')

caleb is a character for the chronically depressed girlies who struggle to get out of bed in the morning.

like. bro would brush your teeth FOR you if it felt too exhausting.

you fell asleep with your makeup on? he’s removing it so gently while you sleep that you dont stir.

you get glued to your phone and cant sleep? he’s taking it and laying with you, playing with your hair until you fall asleep.

you feel too exhausted to wake up? he’s there in the morning with breakfast and a plan for your day so you WANT to get out of bed.

random days you just feel so sad? he’s gonna provide you with every distraction possible so you don’t have to think about it. and if you cant help it, he’ll listen and hold you when you cry.

“smile for the camera, baby!” ☆

as if you could.

caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.

you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.

but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.

now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.

flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.

“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.

“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”

you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.

“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”

pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.

so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.

it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.

click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.

once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.

“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”

Asking JJK Men if you could watch them jerk off (Part 1; w/Toji, Gojo, and Geto)

CW: Dom!Toji and Soft!DomGeto, Gojo is sort of a Sub if you look closely. Usage of spit and praising, degrading words. Daddy kink for Toji as well. Part 2 will be with Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami. Comment to be tagged in Part 2 or comment who you wanna see in part 3! 

Word Count: 3.2k

Toji: 

He will probably make you beg for it. If you wanna watch him so badly, you should show how badly you want it. He’ll sit manspread on the couch, his beefy thighs on either end. Pulling up the waistband of his gray sweats and letting it snap back into place. The outline of his hard cock can be seen every time he snaps it back. A wicked grin placed on his face as he watched you pout and whine that he was taking too long. He made you kneel on the floor in front of him, but slapped away your hand when you tried to take matters into your own hands and pull down his sweats yourself. 

“Tch. So fucking needy, can’t wait a goddamn minute, can you?” He sneered, scrunching up his nose at you. Still, his cock twitches with a heavy need; he would rather have your hands on him or, better yet, use that pretty throat of yours to fuck. But since you begged him so politely, he could let you have this one, just this once though. Finally pulling down his sweats, he never wears boxers at home so his cock springs up heavily, thick and red. The veins throbbing deliciously, making your mouth water at the sight. Some trickle of precum already tainting the unruly bush that Toji doesn’t bother to take care of.

 Toji’s hand easily engulfed and wraps around his own length, the scarred hand slowly running up and down on it. Toji lets out a soft hiss, moving his hand a bit faster before stopping abruptly. You blinked in confusion, you were enjoying the sight and started whining again asking why he stopped. He shushes you by putting a finger on your lips, from the same hand that he was jerking off with, so you could smell his musk when he did that. You were about to bite at his hand when he held his palm open in front of you. Uttering one command. 

“Spit.” 

You obeyed without a word, spitting right on Toji’s palm as he watched you with an intense gaze. He brought his other hand down to squeeze and pinch at your cheek with a mocking coo.

 “Good girl~” He said it sarcastically, but he knew that those words affected you either way, by the way you were rubbing your thighs together. Your hands inching down your skirt, trying to get some relief of your own. 

“You better keep your hands to yourself, if you want me to continue, doll.” You glared at him, crossing your arms and huffing out. “Well, get on with it then, Toji.” He raises an eyebrow at you, his hand back on his cock but not moving this time. “What was that, doll?” Silence, you didn’t dare make a sound, knowing that you made the wrong move by calling him by his name. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes barely got to look at the ground for a mere second before Toji made you snap them back up. Cowering back a bit, you muttered an apology. “Sorry, Daddy….” 

Toj stares at you for what seems like an eternity, making you sweat and shrink in yourself even more. He snorts at your display; “Keep those eyes on me, you were the one who wanted this, so watch.” You straighten up your back, your eyes glued onto Toji’s form. He takes it slow again, gently coating his cock with your spit, grunting as all the talk before made it a little bit cold. His hand leisurely went up his length, his thumb playing with his slit for a bit, then coming down. Repeating this process a couple times as you watch on in awe, memorizing and soaking in every little reaction Toji made. From the low grunts and hisses he made to the way his cock twitched slightly every time he passed a certain vein. 

Your spit wasn’t enough to completely cover everything, so he started using some of the precum that gushed out to help. You wring your hands together, watching Toji flutter his eyelashes and emit a deep groan, your pussy fluttering as well. “Is this what you wanted, huh? Needy little thing you…so fucking perverted aren’t you? Wanting to watch me jerk off.” He smirks at your mewls of embarrassment. Your hands balled into fists in your lap as you fought off the urge to disobey Toji’s earlier command. 

 “Hahhh-fuck- It be better if I were using that slutty mouth of yours instead, or better yet, I should be fucking that filthy pussy of yours. I bet she’s crying for me, right now, isn’t she?” Another groan gets out as Toji squeezes his tip, grunting heavily as he throws out more degrading words at you. “It's a shame for me to waste my cum like this, you know? After all, I know how much you like it when Daddy fills you up to the brim…” Your nails dig into your thighs as you rub them together, trying to get a little bit of friction you so desperately needed. 

After a few more passes of his hand, fisting his cock lazily, Toji threw his head back and sighed in annoyance; “I’m getting bored of this.” His eyes darken, taking in your appearance. Your chest, heaving up and down slowly, your hands shaking at your side, the sweet  blush that comes across the bridge of your nose. He grins down wolfishly at you, a hunger evident in his aura. He slaps his thigh with his free hand. “C’ere and help me, Doll. This will be your punishment for earlier…”

Satoru:

So, soooooo smug about it when you asked him if you could watch him do it. So annoying about it too, bending over and placing a hand behind his ear as he pretended not to hear you the first time. “Huh? What was that? You wanted to watch me do what?” He got right up in your personal space, you almost regretted asking him but pressed on anyway. “I want to watch you…jerk off in front of me, Satoru.” He grinned like a cat that had found a stash of cream, bending backwards this time so he could look up at you from below.  

Slipping a thumb under his blindfold and pulling it up just a bit to peek one eye up at you. “You wanna watch me? The Gojo Satoru?! Jerk his massive 10-inch cock right in-Mmph!” You clasped your hand over his mouth, looking around frantically to see if anyone was nearby to hear that. “Satoru! We are still in school!” You hissed at him, squealing and reeling your hand in disgust back when Satoru licked it. “Toru! Ugh! You’re such a child!” Satoru bounced back to his standing height, sticking out his tongue at you. 

“You were the one that asked me first, and I thought you liked it when I used my tongue on you.” He wiggled his eyebrow at you from underneath his blindfold, and you retorted back by wiping your stained hand on his shirt. He was about to say something back when Yuji’s boisterous voice called out to the both of you. “Gojo-Sensei! Y/N-Sensei!” He ran ahead of Nobara and Megumi, waving his arms up and down enthusiastically as he barreled toward you. Giving you an almost crushing bear hug, which you gladly returned. “Nice to see you too, Yuji.” 

 You felt Satoru’s immense jealous energy pour out from behind you, patting Yuji on the back and falling back to Satoru’s side. Nobara and Megumi catch up to Yuji, both of them giving you a knowing look as Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder and begins to drag you away. Stating that you had teacher work to do or whatever. You can hear Yuji’s sad mumbling as he wanted to see if you and Satoru would go see Human Earthworm 3 remake with him. Nobara and Megumi sighed, dragging Yuji away. 

“Come on,We’ll go see that stupid movie with you.”

“I’m leaving halfway through though; there’s a sale happening at Harajuku that me and Maki are going to.” 

“What?! But that when the best part of the movie happens, it's when the scientist is revealed to actually be the-”

Your student's voice fades away as Satoru hurries you back to the school building, pushing you into an empty classroom and closing the door. He brings a chair right in front of the teacher desk, motioning for you to sit on it. Now you really regret asking him to do this, you hesitatingly sit down, watching Satoru’s action carefully. He made a big show for you, dancing around the teacher’s desk for a bit, doing a little spin and bow before propping down on top. 

Leaning back on one hand and crossing his legs, he tilts his head back a bit in a mocking stance. You fold your arms, deciding to play along with Satoru’s game, knowing that if you walk out now, he’s gonna pout about it for weeks on end. He points a finger at you silently, waiting for you to speak. You just shrugged at him, not knowing what he wanted from you, this only made Satoru furrow his brows in even deeper. 

“Do you understand why you’re here, Miss Y/N?”

“No, I don’t, Satoru-”

“Ah-Ah! It’s Gojo-Sensei to you.”

“.....Gojo-Sensei.” 

Satoru stifled a giggle, almost losing his composure. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, clasping his hands together as he speaks down to you. “Well, I see that you've been slacking lately, perhaps feeling a little unmotivated?” He frowns, even fabricating a worried tone in his voice. You tuck some hair behind your ear, blinking in some tears in your eyes. “Sorry, Gojo-Sensei. It's just been getting hard for me to focus lately..” You wobble your lips cutely, making Satoru giggle for real this time, hiding it behind a cough right after.  

“Hmm.. that is a problem, but I think I know what I can do to help motivate you.” 

He takes off his blindfold first, letting his snowy hair fall down gracefully, framing his face beautifully. His hand comes down to unzip his pants, pulling down just enough for his bulge to show through his briefs. He palms at the bulge for a bit while he looks at you, licking his lips. “Nghhah-I want you to watch your teacher carefully, alright, my precious student?” Satoru’s voice rasps out, biting his bottom lips as he fishes out his cock, you always thought it was truly pretty. 

Not quite thick, but it makes it up in length and topped with a snowy patch that was always neatly trimmed. Your mouth dries up looking at Satoru’s long and slender fingers wrapped around his cock. His hands were pretty too, you thought silently, everything about Satoru just screamed an angelic beauty. He bucks up his hips into his hand, letting out a soft curse. “Fuck-mmphhh…” He keeps an even pace with his hand as he moves it up and down his own length, twisting it at the top and holding it there for a moment while he addresses you. “Come on now, tell your teacher your thoughts-nghh-tell him like that you like what you see..”  

 You shift on the chair, feeling your own arousal start to soak your panties; “I like it a lot, Gojo-Sensei. So good for me, you look so pretty…” Your compliment went straight to his cock; “Ye-yeah, baby? Tell me more, tell me how good I look right now.” He buck up even more in his hand, fisting his cock faster and faster. His glossy, plump lips part to let out lascivious moans and whiny pants. His thighs started to shake a bit as he was nearing his peak. 

“Oh Toru, you’re doing so good, fuck-I wanna eat you up right now. Come on, honey, can you cum for me? Let me see how good you look when you cum.” 

With one last whine, Satoru finishes all over his hand, rope of cum spilling out on his briefs and even staining the floor below. You would need to clean that up later but you didn’t care at the moment, more occupied by the immense need to fit Satoru’s cock down your throat so you could hear those whines again. 

“Thank you for the lesson, Gojo-Sensei. Can I reward you for being such a good teacher now?” 

Suguru: 

You were too nervous to ask him outright, but he noticed you were always staring at his crotch when he sat on the couch. He snaps his fingers, pulling you out of your haze. “Hello? Dear? You alright there?” Suguru’s baritone voice rings out to you, a small smirk tugging on his lips as he watches your eyes flicker from his pants to his face. “Huh? Oh, um yeah, I’m fine.” Suguru hums in return; his dark eyes boring straight into your soul and pussy. He curls a finger in, motioning for you to come stand in front of him. 

Your body moves first before your mind can even think; you're already used to following Suguru’s commands obediently and swiftly. As you stand in front of him, he grabs your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together. “Sweetheart, remember? I told you, you don’t have to be shy around me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” You opened your mouth to reply. Suguru tacked on one more thing before you could. “And if you try to tell me that it was ‘Nothing’, remember also that I have ways of making you talk, love.” He threatened with a light feathery tone, you squirmed a bit, remembering the last time you didn’t listen to Suguru. You couldn’t walk right for a week after.  

It took a few squeezes of your hands for you to voice out your request. “I want to watch you masturbate in front of me, Suguru.” Your confession made your ears burn and you were quick to pull back both physically and verbally. “Only if you’re ok with it, I-” As you tried to pull your hands away and step back, Suguru’s entrapped you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap, his lips directly next to your ear as he chuckled deeply. “Was that all, my love? Such an easy request, no need to feel bad about it.” You let out a little yelp as Suguru bit on your earlobe, licking at the small wound after. 

The sensation was already making you wet, heat pulsing at your core, barely catching Suguru’s next commands for you.”Kneel down in front of me, love.” He spreads his thighs apart, so you have ample room down there. You get down from Suguru’s thigh, kneeling down as he pats your heads, weaving his fingers through your locks. “Good girl~, rest your cheek on my thigh and enjoy the show, alright~?” You squish your cheeks against Suguru’s sturdy thigh, eyes on his delicate hands, as he makes quick work of unzipping his pants and shimmering them down just enough for his boxers to go down too. 

 You rub your thighs together as his cock springs out, half-hard, curving slightly upwards. Your face was so close to it, you could easily see all the veins and small twitches it made. Suguru watches as you bring your own hand down, slipping it under your shorts, as loose moans escape your lips. The puffs of air hitting on his cock deliciously. An idea popped into Suguru's head as he watched on. Two fingers gently tapping your cheek to get your attention, “Dearest, could you do something for me?” 

“Hmm?” Your mind was already falling into that hazy mode whenever Suguru started to order you around, using that soft commanding lithe in his voice that lulled you into a different world. His fingers trace your bottom lips, which you open easily, letting the digit invade your mouth. Your tongue swirling around Suguru’s fingers, coating them in saliva, your own fingers still playing with your pussy under your shorts. “Good~ Now, I want you to get your hand all nice and wet down there for me, alright? Play with yourself, imagine it’s my hand if you have to, dear.” 

 You groan as he pushes his fingers down on your tongue, rolling it over the wet muscle as you keep on plunging your own inside of yourself, diligently following Suguru’s command. Your thighs tremble, a high-pitched whine coming from your throat as your stomach starts to coil. “Stop.” Your hand follows his command instantly, even though your body laments the loss of pleasure. He takes out his fingers from your mouth and motions for you to bring your hand up. 

“Don’t whine too much, dear. Use your hand to coat my cock in your juices; make sure to cover everything~” His obsidian eyes peer down at you as you work, grabbing the base of his cock, smearing your arousal all over it, and slowly going upwards. Feeling Suguru’s length comes to full hardness in your hand. You did a few go around, Suguru stopping you the third time. Once his cock was wet and sticky, he praised you for doing a good job. 

 You folded your hands back on your lap, shifting your head on his thigh to get a good angle as he began to stroke his cock leisurely. Sighing out quietly, letting his hand go and his cock fall downwards a bit, every few strokes. Changing up the speed as he went, sometimes going so fast, the wet noises squelched every time his fist went all the way down to his balls. Or so agonizingly slow that low groans get ripped from his pretty lips. He was torturing himself just a little, since he loves observing your cute reactions to seeing him do so. Suguru enjoyed having your 100% full and undivided attention. 

 Some drool seeped out from the side of your mouth as you watched on, Suguru chuckled quietly at the sight. At you being so pliant and submissive, all for him. He taps you on the cheek to get your attention once more, “Sit up and face me, my dear.” You pulled away from his thigh, the bit of drool staining his pants a bit as you left. You sat back on your knees and faced his cock; “Eyes closed, I don’t want you to get injured-hahh..” He quickened his pace, the pleasure from seeing you so cutely waiting for his cum to be splattered on you, made it that much easier for Suguru to reach his peak.  He angles his cock right towards you as he releases, rope of cum spilling on your face hotly, you loll out your tongue as Suguru slaps his cock twice on it, letting the tip rub on your tongue for a little as the last spurts of cum gets out. A hefty moan leaves Suguru’s mouth as he does this, hasty and earnest praises fall as well. “Good…good girl~ You did so well for me, does my cum taste good, hmm? Hahh-fuck Mm we should do this more often. But now, it’s your turn, dear. Get up on the couch and let me have a taste of you…”

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

You sit beside Xavier on the bench in the park, watching people pass by as golden afternoon light filters through the leaves. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and distant food carts. A stylish couple walks past, the woman’s laughter musical, her confidence evident in every step.

“I wish I was pretty like her,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, your fingers absently tracing patterns on the wooden bench.

Xavier turns to you, his expression shifting to one of genuine confusion. His brows furrow deeply, eyes widening just a fraction.

“What... did you say?” he asks, his tone remaining even despite the clear puzzlement in his eyes. He shifts his body toward you, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing, just...” you gesture vaguely toward the retreating couple. “Sometimes I don’t feel very attractive. Especially around people like that.”

Xavier stares at you for a long moment, looking genuinely bewildered. The silence stretches between you, broken only by distant children’s laughter and birdsong.

“I don’t understand,” he finally says.

You start to explain, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his unwavering gaze, but he gently places his hand over yours, the warmth of his palm surprising against your skin.

“No,” he interrupts, shaking his head slightly. “I mean I don’t understand why you would think that. It doesn’t make sense.” His thumb traces a small circle on the back of your hand. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he states matter-of-factly. “I’ve always thought so.”

Coming from Xavier, the sincerity in his voice makes your heart skip.

“You don’t have to say that,” you protest weakly, looking down at where his hand covers yours.

Xavier shakes his head, leaning closer. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. I don’t...” he pauses, carefully selecting his words, “understand how you can’t see what I see.”

His fingers tighten around yours, the pressure gentle but grounding. “Every time I look at you, I...” He struggles with the words, clearly moving outside his comfort zone. A faint color touches his usually pale cheeks. “From a purely objective standpoint, the way you look—” He stops, frustrated with himself, and takes a deep breath.

“That’s not what I meant to say.” He closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, there’s a rare vulnerability there. “What I mean is that you’re beautiful. In every way that matters. Your smile when you’re excited about something. The way your eyes light up when you talk about things you care about. How your whole face changes when you’re lost in thought.”

He reaches up with his free hand, hesitating just shy of touching your face. “I’ve remembered every expression you make. I’ve studied them all.” He looks away, embarrassed by his own earnestness. “You’re beautiful. Please, don’t think otherwise.”

The tension in his shoulders eases slightly, as if relieved to have expressed something he’s held inside for too long. He doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the afternoon.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

You’re helping Zayne organize his medical journals in his office as late afternoon shadows stretch across the polished floors. The pristine space feels both clinical and comforting—much like the man himself.

As you reach up to place a heavy volume on the top shelf, you catch your reflection in the large window overlooking the city. The bright lighting does you no favors.

“Ugh,” you mutter, tugging self-consciously at your clothes. “I look awful today.”

Zayne glances up from his desk where he’s been meticulously updating patient files. He sets down his pen, the soft click audible in the sudden silence. His eyes, usually so focused on his work, now study you with that penetrating gaze that seems to see beneath surfaces.

“What brought this on?” he asks, his voice filling the room.

“Nothing specific,” you say, turning away from your reflection. “Just... some days I don’t feel pretty, that’s all.”

Zayne stands. He gestures to the leather chair beside his own. “Sit.”

You comply, watching as he leans against his desk, arms folded across his chest. The setting sun through the windows casts half his face in shadow, highlighting the sharp angles of his features.

“Are you overthinking again?” he asks directly, but there’s no judgment in his tone. “Or did someone say something to you today?”

“Just overthinking, I guess,” you admit, fidgeting under his steady gaze.

He nods once, as if confirming a diagnosis. “I see.” He’s silent for a moment.

“Beauty is subjective,” he begins. “But if you’re asking for my opinion...” The corner of his mouth twitches in what might be the ghost of a smile. “You’re more than perfect. Inside and out.”

When you start to protest, he raises a hand to stop you.

“I don’t make observations lightly. You know that.” His eyes hold yours. “I’ve studied human anatomy for years. I’ve seen thousands of faces.” He leans forward slightly. “None of them affect me the way yours does.”

The admission seems to surprise even him, a rare moment of vulnerability from someone so carefully composed.

Suddenly, he reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a small chocolate wrapped in gold foil. It’s from the exclusive chocolatier across town—the one he pretends not to favor.

He places it in your palm, his fingers lingering against yours longer than necessary. “Here,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “Sweet for the sweet.”

Before you can respond, he leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. The momentary closeness allows you to catch the subtle scent of his aftershave mingled with antiseptic.

“Now,” he says, straightening himself, “wait for me to finish organizing these journals so we can go home. I’m thinking of dinner at that place you like on Fifth Street.” He turns back to his desk, but not before adding, “And no more nonsense about not being pretty. I won’t have the person I care for most questioning their worth.”

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

You’re sitting on the private beach adjoining Rafayel’s seaside studio, watching him add final touches to a vibrant seascape painting. The ocean stretches endlessly before you, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. The air tastes of salt and fresh breeze. Seagulls circle overhead, their calls mingling with the gentle lapping of water against sand.

Rafayel stands before his painting, completely absorbed in his work. Paint splatters decorate his rolled-up sleeves and there’s a smudge of blue across his cheekbone. The wind tousles his already disheveled hair as he captures the dance of light on water.

A group of beautiful people laugh further down the beach, their perfect silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. You glance down at yourself, then back at them, feeling suddenly out of place in this picturesque setting.

“I don’t think I’m pretty enough for this place,” you whisper, the breeze carrying your words away—or so you think.

Rafayel’s hand freezes. He turns to you slowly, paint-speckled fingers stilling on the canvas, his expression transforming from focus to complete disbelief.

“What did you just say?” His usually playful voice has an edge to it now, sharp as broken glass.

“Nothing, just thinking out loud,” you reply, regretting having spoken at all.

“No, no, no,” he sets his palette down with a clatter on the small table beside him. “You don’t get to say things like that and dismiss them as ’nothing.’” In an instant, he takes a seat on your side. “Did someone say something to you?” he demands, looking around the empty beach as if searching for culprits. “Which human do I need to have a word with?”

“No one said anything, Rafayel. It’s just how I feel sometimes,” you admit.

“That’s even worse! Your own mind betraying you like this?” He runs his fingers through his hair. “This is an emergency. A catastrophe of the highest order!”

He grabs your shoulders. “You are an absolute masterpiece. Do you understand? A masterpiece. I know art. I create art. I live and breathe beauty in all its forms. And you—” he pokes your cheek lightly, leaving a tiny dot of turquoise paint, “—are the finest creation I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

When you try to look away, embarrassed by his intensity, he gently tilts your chin back. The setting sun reflects in his eyes, turning them to liquid gold. “The ocean is jealous of your depths. The stars envy your brilliance.” His voice softens, becoming almost reverent. “And I would swim across every sea before I let you believe you’re anything less than stunning.”

He wraps his arms around you suddenly, clinging like a child. “Now don’t say such ridiculous things again. It offends my artistic sensibilities.”

He then stands, pulling you up with him. “Come on. We’re going to watch the sunset together. I’ll show you how I see you.” He places a brush in your hand, his fingers lingering. “And maybe then you’ll understand why I can’t look away.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

You stand before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in Sylus’s penthouse suite, overlooking the sprawling N109 Zone from stories up. The city stretches below like a circuit board of neon and shadow, vehicles and people reduced to tiny moving points of light. The luxurious room behind you is bathed in the soft glow of artfully placed lamps illuminating his collection of rarities—collections plucked from across time and space.

Catching your reflection in the darkened glass, superimposed over the glittering cityscape, you murmur without thinking, “I don’t know why you keep me around. I’m not even pretty.”

The room falls silent. You hear Sylus set down whatever gem he was examining, the soft clink of crystal against metal followed by his steady steps as he approaches.

“What an odd thing to say,” he remarks, his voice silky yet sharp as a blade, “because you’re entirely incorrect.”

You turn to find him watching you, head slightly tilted.

“Did I hear you questioning your beauty?” A smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes remain serious, almost stern. “After all this time with me, you should know very well that I have exceptional taste.”

He closes the distance between you. He places his hands on your waist, positioning you both so your reflections are visible in the window. His gaze in the reflection holds nothing but admiration.

“Do you think I surround myself with anything less than perfection?” He gestures to the rare treasures adorning his collection shelf—items worth more than most people earn in a lifetime. “Do you imagine I would waste my time on someone who didn’t captivate me entirely?”

His fingers trace your jawline, feather-light. “Hundreds of rare gems, ancient artifacts, priceless paintings—I collect only the extraordinary, the unique.” His voice drops lower, more intimate. “And yet, not one of these treasures compares to your presence and beauty.”

When you start to protest, he places a finger gently against your lips. “I don’t tolerate self-deprecation from the one person in this universe I genuinely cherish.”

He turns you to face him fully now, both hands cupping your face with surprising tenderness from someone so powerful, so used to taking what he wants. Your disbelief must show on your face because he chuckles softly.

“Your beauty is not up for debate, not even by you. Challenge me on anything else if you wish, demand whatever your heart desires—but on this matter, I will not yield.”

He steps back after brushing a kiss against your forehead, apparently considering the matter settled. “Now come here and tell me what you want instead of what you think you lack. That’s much more productive, don’t you agree?”

He gestures to the plush sofa. “Sit down and tell me about your day today. I haven’t heard you talking about it.” His expression softens further. “Let’s talk about that instead.”

As you join him, he casually drapes an arm around you, pulling you closer. “And tomorrow,” he murmurs against your hair, “I’ll show you exactly how beautiful you are to me. I have something special planned—something worthy of you.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

You’re absently scrolling through your phone as you accompany Caleb while he sorts through Fleet reports in his home office. The space reflects his dual nature—military precision in the organized shelves and structured workspace, but touches of warmth in the photographs and mementos from his DAA days. The soft glow of multiple screens illuminates the room as rain patters against the windows, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Caleb sits at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration as he reviews security protocols. His uniform jacket hangs on the back of his chair, sleeves of his standard-issue shirt rolled up to reveal his forearms. Despite the late hour, his posture remains perfect—the Colonel, always on duty.

Glancing up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflective surface of a dormant monitor. The unflattering blue light highlights every perceived imperfection.

“Ugh,” you mutter under your breath, running a self-conscious hand through your hair. “I look terrible today.”

Caleb’s head snaps up from his work. “What did you just say?” There’s a sudden alertness in his posture, as if responding to a threat.

“Just that I’m not looking my best,” you shrug, trying to downplay it, surprised by his intense reaction. 

Caleb stands, his chair rolling backward. His eyes narrow as he scans the room like he’s searching for enemies in a combat zone. “Who put that idea in your head?”

The protective edge in his voice takes you by surprise.

“No one, Caleb. It’s just how I feel sometimes.” You set down your phone, touched by his concern even as you try to ease it.

His expression darkens for a moment before he walks towards you. “Hey,” he says, crouching beside where you’re seated and taking your hands in his. “Look at me.”

When you meet his eyes, they’re filled with the same warmth they held when you were both kids, before the Fleet, before the incident—before everything changed.

“I’ve watched you grow more beautiful every single day since we were kids,” he says, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The calluses on his palms catch slightly against your skin. “Sometimes I still can’t believe I get to be with you.”

He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. Rain continues to drum against the windows, creating a private world just for the two of you.

“You’ve always been the prettiest person in any room to me. Always will be. Nothing compares to coming home to you.”

His smile returns. “And trust me, I’ve had plenty of people try to catch my eye over the years. None of them even came close. It’s just not possible when my mind can only think of you.”

He presses a soft kiss onto your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. “So no more of this ‘not pretty’ talk, okay? Or I’ll have to issue an official declaration about how gorgeous you are, and that would be really embarrassing for everyone involved.”

Based on this request.