In His Mind

How they sleep:

Zayne: On his side, one arm draped over you. Doesn't move much, but his head might end up resting against your chest by 'pure chance'. If he has nightmares, he holds you a little tighter.

Xavier: Doesn't make noise or move at all. Seems dead except for his moving chest. This isn't a problem unless he falls asleep on top of you, crushing you. Immovable object.

Rafayel: Moves around quite a bit, and if he wakes up, he always complains about how 1. You're hogging the blanket and 2. You're not cuddling him. (He literally pushed away the blanket and you himself)

Sylus: While Xavier might crush you by accident, this man does it on purpose. Fully covering your body with his, face neatly tucked against your neck. He snores constantly but softly.

Caleb: Spooning, iron grip version. You're not going anywhere while he's out. Sometimes he talks in his sleep. Your name, mostly. He doesn't tend to snore, but when he does, it's one singular loud as hell snore.

Your face is buried in the sheets, mouth open and drooling, while Caleb destroys you from behind like he’s got something to prove. His grip on your hips is savage, nails digging into your skin with every ruthless thrust that makes your ass jiggle and your legs go numb. He’s not speaking—he’s growling, low and guttural, the sound of a man obsessed, drunk off the way your cunt clenches around him.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, sweat dripping down his neck as he slams into you again, rough and deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You hear that? That wet, messy sound? That’s you.” He yanks you back by the hair, arching your back until your spine aches. “So fucking loud, you little whore. Bet you’d cum just from being filled like this.”

You're drooling on yourself, brain mush, throat raw from moaning his name so many times it barely sounds human anymore. Caleb shoves two fingers into your mouth anyway, forcing your jaw open wider. “Suck,” he commands, eyes dark with something feral. “Gag on them if you can’t shut the fuck up.”

You choke, spit coating his fingers and running down your chin, and he laughs—low and mean, loving every second. “Look at you. Ruined. Fucking dripping. You were made for this—made to take my cock.”

Then he spits on your hole just to watch it mix with the slick already smeared across your thighs, and slams into you again, making your whole body jolt.

“Gonna breed you,” he mutters, drunk on the feel of you. “Pump you so full, you won’t know if you’re crying or cumming. Keep you stuffed for hours—days—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a whimper, and Caleb’s already pounding into you again, faster now—ruthless, punishing. His hips slap against your ass in a wet, obscene rhythm, and every time he hits that spot, your body convulses around him like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“Cumming again?” he sneers, not slowing down even when you tremble under him. “Yeah, take it. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

When he finally releases inside you, it’s with a deep, vicious grunt—burying himself to the hilt and holding you there, shaking, while thick warmth floods your insides. He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t soften.

He just keeps moving.

“Did I say I was done?”

jason todd x reader

[jason had one rule, and you couldn’t listen ]

MDNI !!! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) .ᐟ ⊹₊ ⋆ 18+ [5k word count ]

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JASON’s RULE — you've talked about it before, you've both agreed. no toys. a few here and there to make it interesting and to test eachothers limits, and to have fun, but the main agreement was no dilldo.

you’d tease the idea just to get a reaction out of him of course. laying down on his chest and casually bringing it up. “so id been thinking of a new toy to try.” you slowly and quietly say to him. his blue - toned irises gave you an unsure look, but proceeded to let you ask with a simple response “shoot!”

“what if we tried a dil—“ “no.” “I didn’t even fini—“ “exactly because I already know what you’re going to say. and the answer is fucckkk no, but please doll i dare you to get one. i would love for you to face the consequences,” and u went silent, he took that as a sign you understood him, not to push him or test him, but deep down he dared you, and it was tempting.

jason did not appreciate the idea of anything other than his cock shape ingrained inside you. he believes your pussy was made for him. the first time he pushed inside you, he almost came. you were so tight, your delicate vaginal walls squeezing him and sucking him in all the right ways. he was melting at the feeling of everything all at once and couldn't help but whimper at the sight of you. “fu..fuck mmnn..(y/n)”

his eyes trained on you're smooth plump thighs wrapped around his waist pushing him in deeper, locking him in. while your latest nail set sacredly rooting into his bulky biceps while his wide hands slowly trace your curves. the way you didn't have to say anything, it was the way your eyes said everything. how desperate, yet secure you felt with him. he couldn’t help but worship you in a corrupted way. he needed to bruise you. having you laid out in front of him like a blank canvas. he had creative freedom to color your neck and chest shades of reds and purples, leaving these beautiful marks all around you to show his art off to the world.

he loved sucking on your sizable tits too, the way he would gingerly bite on your nipple just hard enough to make you slightly gasp. his hand would be carelessly tugging and twisting your other nipple making sure it wasn’t neglected. squeezing as much of the fat of your chest as he could even when they’d start bouncing at the content movement of him thrusting into you. when twisting your nipple with his teeth, he looked up and saw you covering your mouth. and this irritated him. ‘thwack’ smacking your already sensitive breast making you gasp. “don’t piss me off doll, cover your mouth again and i’ll stop everything” nodding your head in agreement “verbal response sweetheart,” he said moving his hand towards your forearm and pinning the part of your arm to the bed.

“mnnhn y..yes.. fuck.. i.. nuhhg just dont want to be to loud..” you said running your other hand through his scalp making him shiver in delight, slowly pushing harder into you. “i need you loud baby, need gotham to hear you, i want a goddamn noise complaints tomorrow morning, i.. jesus.. nhhg.. dont care how loud you are..” he sighed into your neck, bucking upwards deeper to a distant warm spongy corner inside you. “nnnmghfuck.. jason.. mnm” tightening and releasing around him. “so.. fuckkin..warm.. god..damnit”he groaned, moderately twitching inside you.

jason couldnt get enough of you’re praise, hiccuping how quintessential his cock was to you, he appreciated how well you listened and babbled on about his efforts to please you. “j-jason..jay baby.. please.. please.. so good, your so gorgeous.. god..fuck, solucky.. i- auhggh-,” you’d whine. “shit.. a dildo wouldn’t compare to you.. a pathetic peice of silicone w..wouldn’t compare to your cock b..baby, such a..a pretty cock”

“i know, doll” he chuckled lowly watching you writhe against his lower abdomen while he roughy played and massaged your clit, feeling the slick and creamy texture of both of your pre cum making a ivory ring around your pussy. “jay… baby.. f..faster please.. pleaseplease i need it.. I’ve been good!!” you begged, pushing your hip harder against him feeling him slow down, sensing him watch your every single move while he just played in pre cum. “.. jason..fuck…mnuggh mnm”

“would a didlo make you this sticky, so disgustingly wet i can feel u dripping down to my balls right now, huh sweetheart?” he said showing you his thick goopy fingers, then sucking them dry. it was starting to become a struggle to talk, trying to form a sentence would ultimately end up with you moaning and mumbling. and when he notices how limp you were starting to come, he decided to finally make you fully cum on his cock. he has been edging himself for a while, only slowing down certain times because of how quickly he was about to cum. you were his weakness, everything about you make him want to cum.

speeding up, pounding into you relentlessly you’d felt a  familiar yet unusual sensation in your lower abdomen. a warm feeling that you felt your raw clit puff to even more. “cum for me. fuck, please.. p..please.. doll cum on me… mmn cum on my cock, you need to… i need you to.” jason whimpered next to your ear. the squelching sound driving jason crazy he needed more of it. he lifted both of your legs and threw them over his shoulder, never slipping out of you. you were forever grateful for this position. because the new angle it let jason kiss your cervix wall. beautifully designed for jason, his cock missed it. but as much as he loved it, he enjoyed pushing deeper and mistreating, boundaries just to go through you’re cervix even more.

“jay.. im gonna.. fuckfuckfuckplease…mmmghh” with the movement of his dick, fingers and his desperate mouth whimpering that he needed you, you squirted on his chest and lower abdomen, dripping down his balls to the completely ruined bed sheets, not stopping and causing you to jolt from the overwhelming sensation, tighten around him harder almost pushing him out. “holy.. holy f..fuck..mnnh shiit (y/n).. good girl..fuuck,” jason panted. while he gripped your hips leaving indents of his finger nails into you, keeping you in place. Inhaling the warm scent of your juice while your pussy made a heavenly squelching noise. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head and his previously steady pace, now turned into a sloppy rhythm ‘plap, plap, plap, plap’ with the feeling of you still slightly squirting on him. jason finally came. hard. he couldn’t stop rutting Into you, overstimulating you, causing you to forcible convulse and tremble your whole body. each demanding thrust he unforgivably pushed Into your tried body, he couldn’t stop cumming . pumping into you large ropes of thick cum until he collapsed, losing vision. stuck inside of you trapping you inbetween his huge biceps, panting heavily.

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but unfortunately, that kind of passion was a couple months ago.

as confident as jason was about you never needing a dildo, he forgot how difficult and tight his schedule was. of course you’d see him maybe two times a week, but it wasnt like it use to be. the passion creeped into small excuses of ‘im to tired’ or ‘maybe tomorrow?’ which you’d overthought about plenty of times. was he uninterested with you now? what changed? you were started to feel neglected. always picking the vigilante life instead of his girl. you knew what was to come with his lifestyle, it was hard enough to spend time together, let alone any intimate time together.

"im sorry doll, patrol is probably going to take longer tonight! ill talk to u soon <3" he texts. texts. he didnt even have the nerve to call. plus it's been tough communicating. when it's spotty conversations and repetitive "how was ur day" then him taking hours to respond, you started getting frustrated. needy. so you decide to spoil yourself . because you have needs, and they must be fulfilled. even if it’s not the same, you were getting impatient with your own fingers not being able to reach far enough or cramping up.

so a few days later you see a couple notifications on your phone.

[3 messages] jay🫀

jay🫀: hey doll

jay🫀: i can call tonight, it’s been slow

jay🫀: just call whenever you got time

[ mail notifications]

[ your order has been delivered 💌 ]

one notification you were more interested in than the others. you hopped off the couch, put your phone in a back pocket and made your way to your apartment lobby towards the mailboxes. reasonable size mail boxes for living in gotham, usually they are confined and only fit paper mail, but your apartment was a little bit nicer. the only thing was the front building doors were broke, letting in anyone which was concerning. while grabbing your key, you feel your phone buzz some more, but you knew you’d get to it later.

and there you saw it, a cute, big pink box. you smiled and closed the mailbox, locking it and racing upstairs. the rush of excitement and anxiety washed over you. of course you, felt like you deserved this, but the thought of jason finding out scared you a little, but slightly turned you on too.

you opened the box with a switchblade jason had purchased you a while ago. and inside there it was, a realistic natural light skinned toned silicone dildo, you tried to get one to match jason’s size, but.. you couldnt find anything as girthy..

you place the box rear the trash and grabbed the dildo and are impressed with how realistic it looked. it had veins and this mushroom tip was pinker than jason’s. “wow, this.. is crazy,” you say to yourself. it’s not like you havent see a dildo, it was just the fact of how much time probably went into this.

walking into your room you start undressing, taking youre phone out of your pocket you see jason tried to call you five minutes ago. youre stomach dropped a bit and just tried to psychic yourself out and forget about it, you’d call him in a couple minutes. you laid down on the plush bed with your phone next to you that you lazily threw close to your thighs and then slowly started opening your legs, your nervous hands making their way to your clit. circling sweet motions to the damp bundles of nerves. slowly breathing and closing your eyes imagining it was jason’s thick fingers.

“hmm jay..mhmh” you sighed, feeling the clit slightly puff. picking up the pace, you rub and tug on the sensitive nerve until you feel your pussy start to drip ever so slightly. making you trail your dampened fingers towards your vaginal opening. “mnhphm..jason..” sliding your middle finger inside yourself, feeling the tight gummy wall suck on your finger. “fuck..hnm” your middle finger casually building a pace you found yourself enjoying. adding your ring finger to help break up the tight walls, scooping and pushing yourself further in causing pretty groans from you. “mmnholy..shit.. fu..fuck ja.jason”

imagining jason was what helped you the most. the way he touched you and loved finger fucking you. watching you cry while he barely moved his fingers. replaying memories of what he’d praise to you before “one more finger baby.. you can take it, youre doing so good for me… youre still so tight fuck baby…be a good girl and hold your legs open for me.. just like that uh huh… gotta put my index finger in okay doll, fuck,” — and that’s what you’d done. moved positions and fully on your back with your legs in the air, penetrating yourself with three fingers quickly rushing in and out of you. moaning jason’s name. becoming clingy for his cock, begging into the space of your room about how much you needed him.

with a ‘pop‘ you withdrew your finger and grabbed the dildo, with a feeling of liquid dripping down to the bed. lining the thick toy with your now moistened hole. you knew to carefully push it in, slowly inch by inch so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, which was funny considering jason’s cock was bigger.

fully inside, you paused while you caught your breath. having to be in control for the first time in a while with a dildo you were unsure and forgot how much work you had to do. you were starting to sweat a little, having it deep enough to the point the fake balls laid stiffly by your anus.

lazily pulling it out and back in with the somewhat familiar sting making you sigh. pushing it deep enough to make you sing. “uaaghh fuck! jason..hmph..” repeatedly fucking yourself with a toy you were never supposed to have. that jason dared you would be consequences. thinking about what jason would do, made you squeeze the dildo, how much trouble you’d be in.

and it was like you manifested him. as so on as you were thinking about all the trouble you’d be in. he was calling you. that ‘ill call him in a couple minutes’ turned into fifteen extra minutes. you panicked hitting the red ‘decline’ button with blurry eyes. and started to speed up the thrusting and ramming so you’d cum quickly and call him back like nothing happened.

or so thought you. turns out you accidentally answered him. your teary eyes deceived you when you frantically tried to end the call. and the first thing jason had the displeasure of hearing was the familiar ‘plah, plah, plah” and you whining “hurry..fuck.. fucking piece of rubber dick…” crying out, slowly regretting the purchase. you couldn’t seem to cum. as roughly and impatient you were with yourself including the sound of sex in the air, it just wasn’t the same.

but! how sweet of you, you know jason’s favorite color was red, so that’s what you made him see.. red. he had tried calling you letting you know it was so slow, tim and dick didn’t mind he left early to be with you. because he missed you.

but that feeling was immediately exchanged with enrage.his face dropping at the mention of a dildo. he kept you on the line and muted himself so you wouldn’t hear him hang up. sprinting to his motorcycle, not giving a fuck about his helmet. he shot off into the night. racing through streets and weaving through cars going 90 miles per hour. all while he knew you were on the other line, still sliding that amateur peice of silicone inside yourself. it genuinely pissed him off. — luckily for jason you didn’t live far. and with the mix of rage and his dangerous driving, he’d gotten to your apartment rapidly fast. what would’ve taken fifteen-ish minutes to get to you, only took him about five minutes.

jason climbed off his ride, stomping on the pavement with his phone to his ear with the most irritated and frustrated look. he knew your apartment front doors were broke, meaning he had easy access to enter. which he wouldn’t just broke them himself in all honesty. “nnuggh…jay..damnit..fuckfuck,” was the sad annoyed sigh you’d unintentionally been whining into jason’s ear. “ja..jasson..nhhunghg..please..”

his heavy footsteps echoing through the stairs of your apartment, which everyone could hear — it was weird he’d actually come in like a normal person for once instead of climbing through your window.

Intentionally, of course, so he’d be able to catch you in the act.

he’d finally made it to your apartment door. grabbing the key from the top of the door frame. and quietly entering, which was hard considering how badly he wanted to slam the door. slowly walking in and closing the door behind him, he locked it then processed to walk towards the kitchen— spotting an empty large pink box by the trash can.

“jesus christ,” jason said to himself, then perking up at the sound of your moans. when he said wanted a noise complaint a while ago— he’d meant he’d be the only one to make you scream like that to your neighbors. and it aggravated him even more that he could feel his bulge start to grow in his pants. cussing to himself, but your beautiful voice always made his dick twitch. just a simple ‘i love you’ would make him stretch his underwear, filling up the little amount room he already had left.

walking closer to your room, the faint sound of you fucking yourself could be heard. “so close..fuck..nggh..socloseplease” which jason’s dick twitched at, slowly fatten his pants enough to make him semi uncomfortable, but the moment he heard you were close he opened the bedroom door slightly to see you holding one of your thighs up while this mediocre looking dick was plunging into you. your eyes sealed shut, trying to focus on cumming. you’d usually been creaming on jason’s cock by now, and you were just now getting close to your first orgasm. and jason knew that too.

he opened the door and quietly walked to you, previously loud and aggressive steps, now quiet and calculated. “jason..jay..fuck..jay baby…” and pant his name three times, he shall appear…and under any other circumstances he wouldn’t be standing over you pissed off as he was. showing you his phone with it still on call. and that’s when it hits you, gasping because he scared you plus you could perfectly see how livid yet turned on he was, but also because at the same moment you hit the perfect spot so many times.. you came.

“nuhhhgghaa…jasonbaby.. s..sosorry.. plea—“ you lost your breath the moment jason unexpectedly and carelessly tore the toy out of you. hearing the suction of the dildo pop out of you mid orgasm, now jason holding onto the saturated silicone. watching your vagina breath open and close while liquid spilled out of you. “jason im s—“ “don’t. don’t say another goddamn word (y/n). i mean it.” his deep voice hissed at you. “this? this half-pint fucking fake dick made you cum? huh doll? you’re joking.. no you can’t be because i just witnessed it. fucking christ (y/n).. one rule, you couldn’t even listen to that…let’s compare huh” he rambled starting to unbuckle his belt one handed, combo shoving his pants and underwear down kicking them to random side of your room. all still while he was gripping the toy.

his dick hung heavily, beautifully. you’d missed the sight of just looking at it making your mouth tingle and water in delight. sitting up more you couldn’t keep your eyes off his cock. making jason twitch enough to make it move on its own. you started reaching out to touch him ‘whack’ “don’t test me right now doll.. now look” he trailed off, grabbing his dick slowly stroking it in front of your face. he lined the light colored dildo next to his own real and thick cock “and to think you were moaning my name with this wimpy piece of shit, now you’re pushing limits. fucking disgusting,” and he wasn’t even wrong. the sizes were very different. and it was completely noticeable, jason throwing it against a wall while it made a ‘thud’ sound. “one rule (y/n) that was it.”

. “jay can i say someth-“ “no” “you need to stop cutting me off jason.—let me talk, please baby.” and he went quiet. his anger slightly fading. and you took his silence as he was listening, willingly able to understand everything. all while he was watching from above you. “i know i shouldn’t have gotten it—“

“damn straight” “but! you have been extremely busy and distant these past couple weeks, you made it seem like you didn’t care about me anymore. your dry texts, not calling anymore, basically dick riding gothams idiots criminals then actually letting me dick ride you… i just miss you jay and im sorry i didn’t say something sooner,”

that’s when he grabbed your face and gently kissed your lips, humming soft ‘im sorry’s’ to you. and laying you down delicately on the bed. “im sorry too doll, i had been neglecting you.. fuck..i love you so fucking much it’s insane, i just blow at showing it and communicating properly doll, because honestly, you’re the only person i will work on things for, because you’re all i will ever need or want.” he said caressing your face then kissing your forehead. “but i still needed to punish you.” “what ?— jason!!..fuck!!”

without warning he slammed his cock into you, — making you groan loudly “you won’t be cumming anymore tonight, doll. im going to make sure of it, as much as i love you.. umnnh..shit.. im a man of my word..and actions have consequences” not hesitating at all to basically use you as he pleases. not caring if he hits your ‘g’ spot. he wants to cum inside you selfishly as much as he can all while denying you that pleasure of your own release.

jason was stretching you out even more than that toy ever could, his cock perfectly ingraining back into you. “you..can’t be serious..” you groaned

“dead serious, doll.” he chuckled “tonight, no clit playing, no pampering, and no holding back—enjoy it or don’t, you won’t be the one cumming” and like that he dives to your lips like a hungry animal, while you make delicious little sounds and respond with the same hunger, sparking a fire in his belly. making his face flush. while your hard nails were placed on his shoulder you leisurely started digging into him. dragging them down his back attempting to leave any indication how great he was fucking you. making jason whimper into your mouth causing you to squeeze around him at the hypnotic sound.

loving the feel of your plush skin pudge through his fingers. tightening his grip as the soft sound of you mumbling sweet nothings into his ear making him speed up his pace. recklessly grinding into you at a harsh pace enough to make you beg jason “jay.. please..please can i-”

“fuck off” his voice deep and laced with a warning tone, smacking your upper thigh with his palm, making you clench around him. “don’t think about it doll..i swear to god..”

his pace unbearable, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cling to him. praying he cums soon, before you do accidentally. his nails kneading into ur hips while grinding, finding the perfect spot that makes him tingle. his hands start to slowly gravitate towards your tits, he starts sucking on one side, harshly biting down on the nipple causing you to moan out in pain. “i know your close.. so goddamn tight.. jesus.. don’t fucking cum (y/n).” he said smacking your tit, casually going back to biting down on the sensitive nerve. while his unsympathetic grip on your other tit squeezing down and gripping at the nipple pulling at it and releasing it a couple times, making you even more sensitive. just to hear your voice call out into the night about how great he was making you feel. “fucking love your tits” mumbling into them while his heavy hips wouldn’t let up on slamming into your pelvis.

jason was actually never a selfish partner, he actually cared about always making you cum first, and it was like muscle memory to make you cum, but for the first time he was in ecstasy just fucking you stupid- beautifully abusing your vagina, and trying to punish you in the best way he knew. all while he got to painfully play with your podgy breast. smacking, sucking and squeezing them until he couldn’t get enough. “fuck..doll..nghh.. (y/n) fuck...”

his face covered messily in his own saliva from making out with your tit, cupping it with his bulky hand. sucking and releasing, while watching you groan that you want to cum, how nice it would be if you both came together. but jason’s eyes were dark and unamused. he let you rambling on for a minute or two, until he started to get annoyed. this was your punishment, and he would forgive you after it. and right now, jason didn’t want to hear it.

his free hand roamed up towards your throat, and he started to choke you. roughly squeezing and releasing his grip causing all your nonsense remarks into blissful whimpers. making you so tightly trap jason’s dick, making it difficult to thrust so deeply “squeeze me some more doll, mhm..mn im close..” jason said panting, a warm sensation in his stomach turning into a knot like feeling. “harder doll.. c’mon please.. fuckfuck..mhm..i know you can” he said his face now near your ear, and his hand still squeezing your throat. listening to you gasp and whimper to him, while squeezing his dick the best you could, wanting to cum so painfully. “mhm just like that..nnugg..mnm fuck..gonna cum inside..”

and after a few harsh thrust he moaned while warm ropes of cum were filling you to the brim, with each sensitive thrust he was cumming inside of you, never wanting to stop. his hand releasing from your neck, slowly moving towards your clit, ever so slightly circling the bundle of nerves making you so close to the edge. while his head was inbetween your neck biting down and sucking at the soft skin whimpering and softly rutting into you.

and after a few long seconds jason pulled out, watching as the base of his cock slip out you, painted a silky white and still semi hard. out of breath, he watched as your pussy was leaking cum and your clit still puffy and neglected. “so beautiful..”

putting his fingers up to your pussy, he started to fuck his cum back inside of you. watching as you look so defeated. “jay..” “mmn yes doll” he said making eye contact softly scooping his cum back inside you as much as he could. fingering it back in deeply, pressing down on ur puffy clit with his thumb. memorizing the layout of your pussy so carefully.

“can i please cum” you asked, giving your best pleading eyes, reaching out to hold his cheek and caress him. knowing how difficult it was for him to say no to you, know how badly he always wants you to feel satisfied, jason took his hand away from your pussy and showed you his three slick fingers.

“nope, but you can taste mine if you want” he said licking his index “not bad actually” he said with the most shit eating grin you’d ever seen.

and he finally his vision wasn’t red anymore, but he definitely would always live up to a man of that always kept his word.

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was a little long! my apologies, but i hope you enjoyed!! :3

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ꪆৎ Caleb, who fucks you in a mean headlock in the middle of your little date — now ruined because of your bratty attitude.

# tws: n/sfw, rough s.ex, degradation, mean!caleb, headlock (duh), he calls himself gege like once, im horrible at writing accents forgive me pls + etc. ik this is very short and self indulgent .. i just needed to get it out of my head.

“I take s-some time off of work t-to— fuck! s’tight baby— take my girl on a cute lil’ date and she fuckin’ r-ruins it by runnin’ her little m-mouth off at me?” Caleb growled into your ear, hips smacking against your ass as his abs pressed against your sweaty back.

“O-oh, Caleb!” You whined before your eyes widened as you felt his arm warp around your throat— effectively trapping you in a headlock. Your gummy walls clenched down on his cock at the pressure of his arm pressing against your throat — not enough to hurt, but to make you lightheaded.

“Dumb f-fuckin’— shitshitshit s’good!— would’ve spoiled ya i-if you didn’t act like a d-damn brat,” he hissed, hips speeding their up their pace, clapping against the plump flesh of your ass with each thrust. Caleb bit down on the curve of your neck, arm still wrapped around your throat as he whined into your ear, “w-would’ve ate your cute pussy out ‘n everythin’..” you gasped as he slipped his free hand down to rub at your clit, the cold metal making your pussy gush around his fat cock. Fuck, your cunt was practically milking him dry.

Caleb’s grip tightened around you, another growl escaping his chest, “but no, you wanted to act like a fuckin’ bratty little princess instead. Now your poor pussy is paying the price, yeah?” He flicked his mechanical thumb at your clit— making you pant and claw at the arm around your throat.

He grinned, a mischievous expression lacing his handsome features as he whispered in your ear— “but I know you like it… like being fucked like a slut by your gege’s big cock, hmm?”

note.. hi 😇 been a while

Screencap redraw again cuz I love him

just as you’re about to enter the kitchen, you feel a solid grip on your shoulder.

‘what job does your ass have in the kitchen at-‘ he tilts his head towards the clock ‘at 11 fucking pm?’ his eyebrows are raised, his face full of questions.

‘i’m just gonna go fix myself something to eat’ you reply.

‘i just fed you an hour ago you gremlin’ his face scrunches.

‘i know ryo and i love you for that, but i’m still hungry’ you pout.

unbelievable.

he just wants to sleep (possibly cuddle with you) so why are you ruining it for him?

and “fix yourself something to eat?” don’t make him laugh, that’s his job.

inhaling his frustration, he struts into the kitchen, and opens the fridge to pick out a few items ‘i should charge you for the things you make me do’ he glares at you as he puts on his “chef@work, do not disturb” apron.

‘but you love it when i make you do stuff for me’

that, he cannot argue with.

a few minutes pass by and the smell of whatever he’s cooking, fills the air.

‘ryo how much longer!? ‘m starving. you can even hear my stomach grumble’

he stops mid stirring as he sets down his spatula, and turns to you with a glare-

‘i don’t fucking recommend it but try cooking for once before you run your mouth. brat’ he rolls his eyes.

you giggle at this, knowing that the world may come to an end before the sukuna lets you anywhere near his kitchen.

yeah no, as long as you’re tied to him (which is forever) you’re gonna eat what only he cooks.

as hunger takes over your rational thinking, you waddle into the kitchen, your hands wrapping him from behind as you plant a kiss on his back.

‘you have amazing back muscles, has anyone ever told you that?’ you squeeze them to prove your point.

‘get your grubby hands off of me you freak! and here, eat this and get your ass to bed’ he says as he hands you a plate.

you take it to the table and settle down, ready to delve into the food.

shoving a spoonful of it into your mouth ‘mhmmm! oh my god- this tastes so good ryo!’ you look at him.

‘i bet, and chew your goddamn food properly’ he tsks, finger reaching out to wipe off the sauce at the corner of your mouth.

yeah he’s sleepy, but he’d never let you go to bed hungry.

(rblog if you find chefs hawt🍜🤘🏼)

"I love you."

Sukuna frowned, cracking an eye open to stare at you. You were laying next to him with a tender smile on your face.

He grunted and turned away from you. "Stop uttering nonsense and go to sleep, woman."

You sighed. "Love, it wouldn't hurt for you to say it back for once."

He snorted. "And what is the point of me saying it when I've already established it quite clearly that you belong to me and no one else? What will I gain from uttering those words? Nothing. Now go to sleep."

You frowned, staring at your husband's broad back with a glare before you smiled and scooted closer.

"'kuna?"

"What now?"

"You, too, belong to me and no one else, right?"

"..."

Silence.

A slight shift of his large frame.

"Yes."

You grinned and rested your forehead against his back.

Close enough.

（・+・マ！

birthday sex with caleb is soo sweet.♡ he’s so eager to pump all his love into you!

like, he’s pressing you deep into the mattress, his large hands pushing your knees up to your ears as he folds you over. your pussy’s so loud, gushing wet juices as he feeds you inch after inch of his fat cock. you can barely breath, mewling out small whimpers of his name.

“s’too much!” you cry, shaky hands gripping the sheets as his heavy cock splits you open. caleb just shakes his head, his eyes too focused on how perfectly your pussy’s sucking in his dick.

“you can take it, princess” he cooes, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your plump lips.

his thrusts are slow and deep, shaking the bed everytime he slams into you. his eyes can’t help but roll back at the feeling your sweet pussy clamping so hard around him. you’re milking him so well!

“oh, fuck” he chokes out, “birthday pussy’s gna kill me.” he says between kisses.

you’re biting back tears from how insane the stretch is, your heads thrown back into the pillow while his cock heads grinding perfectly into that spongy spot.

“caleb! please!” you hiccup, feeling your body tense up; you’re so close to cumming already. your thighs are aching so bad and you can barely breathe, but he doesn’t let up.

Caleb knows you’re close, can tell by the way you’re clamping so hard around him. he can feel that gooey pussy spasming and begging for his cum.

he’s so mean because he pushes his body weight on you and grinds his dick further into your sweet spot. now you really can’t breath! with his weight heavy on you and his cock fucking you so well, you completely come undone.

sobbing out moans, you wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses you.

“that’s it baby, cum for daddy,” he’s so proud of you. loving the way you can’t control your spasming body.

you’re barely able to kiss him back. stars are exploding behind your eyelids. your body’s trying to curl in on itself but it can’t with the way caleb’s laying on you.

honestly, caleb’s barely holding on. your warm pussy is so perfect, tightening around him and squeezing him so well; he ends up cumming sooner than he wanted to. and god it’s so much. just spurt after spurt of heavy, thick cum.

“ ‘m sorry pipsqueak, couldn’t hold it in” he chokes out. his stomach’s flipping, waves of red hot pleasure coursing through his body. he’s panting in your ear and begging you to forgive him for not being able to stop himself.

you feel so full, his warm cum nestled deep within your cunny. best birthday ever!

“Daddy sing!”

Youe three year old daughter squeals, standing on her tippy toes as she grabs the end of the couch as a support to stand up. Bouncing on her feet as she approaches her daddy. Requesting him to sing and you awkwardly cough, suppressing the laugh threatening to spill from your lips.

Knowing your daughter who takes after her father. It wasn't any good and you're here to witness that moment. “You want daddy to sing?” You asked your toddler. Your daughter enthusiastically nods as you take her hand to assist her in standing, there's a wobble on her steps but manages to balance on her own before letting her go to walk towards her daddy.

Her soft, fluffy white hair moves in sync with her actions. Her red eyes gleaming with mischief, although innocent and she still have not quite grasp what her actions is, it was obvious that she takes after her father.

“Daddy sing!” Your daughter demanded again and who is Sylus to deny what his daughter wanted.

It is known that Sylus, your husband have many talents but singing isn't one of them. His singing voice can be described as unique but to his daughter, his spoiled little princess finds it beautiful or rather entertaining.

Sylus picks up his daughter and placed her on his lap. The same blood ruby colored eyes stares at his own. Sylus gaze softens at his little princess and then he began to sing.

It didn't take long before his daughter bursts in fits of laughter. Her infectious cute giggles filling the room. “You're making fun of your daddy's voice, princess.”

“Nuh uh.” You daughter shakes her head in denial but her body vibrates with laughter. “Sing again, daddy!” Sylus obediently complies with her daughter's request.

As he sang, he glances at the mother of his children. You were laughing too while you rock the baby to sleep cradled in your arms. At least, he was entertaining both of his princesses. The little one in your arms is yet to join the moment. For now it is enjoying the luxury of sleep.

It is said that his singing voice is enough to make babies cry but to his daughter, it made her laugh. Similar to her mother who literally cried during your pregnancy with your daughter if he doesn't sing. He guesses his daughter must have gotten used to it as he sang in your round, pregnant belly.

Well, you love it. Sylus sings lullabies to you when you can't fall asleep and before you knew it, you wanted to hear him sing to you every night and your daughter wanted it too.

Sylus, the fearsome leader of the N109 Zone and runs the underground world is a father and husband who sings lullabies whenever her daughter wanted. It's hard to imagine he does that but you'll never find out. You'll be carrying it to the grave.