So Are We Boycotting Or Not Bruh

Hi hi tis me the one that sent the ask about wanting to be sandwiched in-between jealous Xavier and jealous Caleb, I just saw the new banner trailer and OH MY GOD jqjwjsjowbrhwowueu the way I wanna just tug on Xavier's chain and have him just beg just for the night to end with me completely ruined and begging him for more or tug on Caleb's chain while he's just railing me in missionary to get his face close enough to mine to kiss me like akqkeujsodjsbsjsowjbd

Anyway good day to be horny on main 😌 I'm gonna go eat a late dinner now xD

I NEED TBEM SO BAD

I need the two of them on their knees chained up and a leash to their collars in my hand 😮‍💨😮‍💨

guys I’m sorry I’m so horny on main all the time but I am FERAL for these boys I’m in heat I stg

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Caleb and Xavier both have such stalkerish tendencies.. 1. Hot 2. More people should write about that

Ugh I Need more toxic Caleb content. I need him to kidnap me, to drug me, to isolate me from everything and everyone else.. I’m delusional and down bad

i'm now thinking about pervert!caleb using his evol to lift your skirt and then promptly blaming the wind instead

Whoever sent my latest ask ily and I’ll answer it when I’m sober ❤️ but… thanks for the mental image 😮‍💨

LaDs Men and Some of Their Kinks

Includes: Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, and Caleb x implied female reader (separate of course)

Warning, this post includes: somnophila, dacryphilia, brat taming, scent kink, squirting, masturbation, master/pet play, spitting, cockwarming, and more.

A/N: I finished all of my work for university! Now I just have a final presentation next week (which I already did), and then I'll have earned my bachelor's degree! Now I can do some celebratory smutty writing to get back into the swing of things :)

Xavier

Somnophilia is high up there on Xavier's list, but not because he wants to use your body while you sleep. No, Xavier wants you to use him while he is somewhere far off in dreamland. He really wants to wake up to you with his cock down your throat. Even better? He's positive he'd cum on the spot if he woke up to you riding him.

Mutual Masturbation could send Xavier into a frenzy. He loves watching you pleasure yourself, especially when your eyes are glued to the way his fist pumps up and down his length. But he can never truly handle it for long, losing his composure before either of you can make yourselves cum. You're just too cute for him to resist.

Outdoor sex is right up Xavi's alley, though it really should count as he loves fucking you on his balcony. Xavier is quite accustomed to falling asleep in the cozy paradise he has put together on his balcony. Which means, it's also well equipped for him to fuck you stupid. Maybe it's the thrill of someone hearing, perhaps even seeing, or maybe his need to make sure everyone knows you are his (looking at you, Charlie). Regardless, he's rather fond of making you his.

Rafayel

Master / Pet had started off as a joke, almost an inside joke between the two of you after Ebb day had passed. Then, slowly, the joking terms of "pet" and "master" made their way into your intimacy. It didn't matter who donned what role; it just depended on the mood and perhaps even the situation that led both of you to the bed.

Squirting, Rafayel is utterly addicted to it. The first time he got you to cum that intensely, he ended up cumming himself. The lemurian isn't satisfied anymore if he doesn't end up soaked in your juices. He'll go as far as to ensure you are well hydrated before making any moves. This man has done his research, and so far it hasn't failed him.

You're his real-life canvas. Rafayel was shocked that you agreed the first time he asked the question. You had shamelessly stripped for him, nothing but a pair of panties clinging to your ass and hips. Your skin was his canvas, and the gentle, cool strokes of the paintbrush had goosebumps erupting across your arms. He didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with you than he already was, nor did he think it was possible to crave you as badly as he did when he dragged the paint-slick brush over the swell of your tits.

Zayne

Brat-taming just comes naturally for Zayne. Lucky for him, being a brat just happens to be second nature for you. Cool, calm, collected Zayne being pushed to his limits over and over again until he finally cracks. It's the outcome you've been craving from your stoic lover. And once you got it - ass cheeks bruised and your entire lower half being so sore that you're limping - you find that you're utterly addicted. Good thing your lover is on the same page.

Quickies in public spaces are a guilty pleasure. Everyone always expects Zayne to be so good, to follow the rules. Stepping out of line is far more addictive than being the goody two-shoes he's been his whole life. Having you half undressed, speared on his cock while your back is pressed into his desk? Your tits bouncing as you ride him in the front seat of his sports car? Fingering you while you sit beside each other in a dimly lit and crowded restaurant? He's on cloud nine.

Recording your little escapades had been the outcome at the end of the spiral. A spiral you started one evening as you bounced yourself stupid on Zayne's cock, the legs of the couch creaking under your efforts. You were being bratty, and he hadn't quite crossed the threshold yet to feel comfortable putting you in your place. Testing your limits, you had reached for your phone and began taking pictures of you and him as you ground down on his dick. Faces flushed and eyes glossy, Zayne still had those selfies on his phone, under a special album only he could see.

Sylus

Dacryphilia caught Sylus by surprise. He didn't realize how badly it would turn him on until you were choking on his cock with fat streams of tears flowing down your cheeks. You looked like such a mess, so utterly destroyed and he hadn't even gotten into that sweet pussy yet. Bless him, he came before he could warn you, too entranced by your sobbing face and mouth full of his dick to speak.

Cockwarming you has been Sylus' favorite activity besides getting to love you so thoroughly it left you breathless. He wants to be close to you, as close as his body could get and as close as you'd allow. Even on nights when you two haven't made love, he'll ask you rather shyly if he can slip it in. Much to his pleasure, you always let him, especially since you know he sleeps much better when he gets to hold you close... inside and out for that matter.

Sex toys are not off limits for Sylus, honestly, he quite enjoys them. He's well aware of his capabilities and, in turn, he is well aware of his limitations. He can finger fuck you until you're crying, sure. But shoving a vibrating dildo in that pretty little cunt is far more amusing to him. He gets off on having the control, watching your entire body tremble from vibrations so intense that nothing he could do himself would ever get close to replicating. His trick is that you don't get any access to the toys he uses on you. They are his use only, taken out just to drive you mad before he gives you what he really wants. You genuinely have no idea where your lover hides them afterwards.

Caleb

Spitting but not in a way you'd think. Caleb wants you to spit in his mouth, on his dick, use it as extra lubricant. Doesn't mean Caleb will deny you if you ask him to spit on or in you, but god does he crave the feeling of your saliva coating his tongue. He wants to devour you whole, in any way he can, spit included.

Power play is right up his alley. As long as you are consenting, Caleb will go to whatever extreme you desire. It could be as simple as using "yes, sir" or "yes, ma'am" or as complicated as full-on BDSM with safe words and real leather, cuffs, gags, and paddles. Whatever you're willing to give him to fulfill the fantasies, the colonel is willing to accept, and never once will he complain.

A big ole scent kink, he can't help it, you just smell so utterly addicting, it drives him insane. Your shampoo, your body wash, your perfume, your sweat, your arousal. You name it, if it's something on or from you, Caleb will probably love it. You didn't realize it started with your worn panties, ones he stole from the hamper after you would hop in the shower. Caleb was a pervert for it, and he knew it damn well, but it didn't stop him from fucking his fist while inhaling the heady scent of your dirty panties.

HEY can I ask for something? I saw your post abt wanting ideas. I was thinking about WHAT IF the 5LI or in my preference Caleb didnt sleep with MC that often, ok hear me out, as someone who have experience in this sad field, it would be cute to see the LI trying to show MC that they love her, not just her body and do sexual things, like they want to and are tempted bcs you know love, but at the same time, they dont want her to belive IS JUST THAT, thankyu

🥺 I love this. As someone who has also been thru.. that kinda thing, I feel this is necessary

TW for mention of SA, dissociation etc

Everything was right, it felt good, but something was still wrong. Even in the heat of the moment, with their bodies intertwined, Caleb could tell something was off.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft and he gently cupped her cheek with her hand, caressing the soft skin.

Her eyes were glazed over as if she wasn’t there- no longer present in the room. Just moments later Caleb had grabbed some wipes to clean them both up and wrapped her up in a blanket, holding her close.

“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last, but that was okay. As long as he was there to hold her, everything would be okay. He can’t change the past, but he can control the present.

Once he made sure she was going to be okay, he gently kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be right back, pipsqueak.”

He hated leaving her like this, but he knew that suffocating her wasn’t the answer. Sometimes she just needed to be alone, and as much as it pained him to do so, he knew he had to follow her wishes. It wouldn’t be for long regardless. He gave her arm one last squeeze before leaving her cuddled up in her blanket, surrounded by plushies.

She lay still, her heart still racing even while wrapped in her blanket cocoon. The memories of that night still swirling in her mind. She knew she wasn’t there anymore, she was safe now, but she could still feel his hands on her, manipulating her into the position he wanted.

Then the scene seemed to fade away, replaced instead by the sounds of Caleb humming in the kitchen. The light clang of pots and pans could be heard as he worked his magic. Slowly, she came back to reality, feeling the soft blanket wrapped around her, hearing Caleb’s soft voice in the next room, and smelling the sweet scent of whatever it was he was whipping up in the next room. She was safe.

Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the sight of her shuffling out of his room, still cocooned in his blanket. She slowly made her way over to him before wrapping herself around him and curiously peaking at the food he was preparing.

“Hey! There goes my surprise. Wanna taste?”

He offers a bowl of freshly prepared strawberries to her, sprinkled with a tiny amount of sugar.

Five minutes later and they’re sitting together at the table watching cute videos on Caleb’s phone and eating the freshly prepared strawberries pancakes he made, topped with strawberries and whipped cream. She was safe.

I hope this is okay! ❤️

cw: dubcon, nsfw

if there's a hobby caleb enjoys doing that involves you, it's to jack off to the sound of your voice on the phone. on a random friday, during a casual phone call, you decided to dial caleb's number to ask for his opinion about phone models. you wanted to purchase a new one.

but as caleb continuously panted heavily into the line, trying to disguise his ragged breaths as the exertion of his strenous work-out, you couldn't help but feel uneasy. "twenty-six... twenty-seven… ngh—yeah, i’m here. keep talking, i’m listening." he squeezed his shaft tighter, imagining your dainty fingers wrapped around his girth, mouth slightly ajar from the short, sharp gasps he constantly let out.

"are you really working out, caleb?" you furrowed your brows, trying to capture the sounds he was making carefully.

"thirty-nine… forty—hnnh… yeah, you really called during my set." caleb let out a soft, breathy chuckle as he picked up his pace, his hand gliding over his saliva-slicked cock. between his fingers was your black-laced panty that you lost, the undergarment that he cheekily hid in his pockets when you did laundry together. he shakily exhales through his mouth, then gave a particularly loud grunt. "fifty… hnnnh, fuck—"

you whisper into the phone, horrified. "caleb! are you normally this loud?"

"y-you called me now of all times, pipsqueak. what'd you expect?" he lowers his voice, sultry even through the panting. "you still thinkin' bout those phones?" caleb grunted once more, his cock pulsing and leaking pre-cum as he stroked it with wild abandon, the obscene sound of his self-pleasure filling the corners of his dark bedroom. he absolutely enjoys doing this, getting off from the thought of you being painfully clueless to his sickening intentions and depraved lust. "sixty-one… hah… sixty-two—ngh—shit… i'm shaking…"

you turned your back, clutching your phone tighter as your ears turn redder. "caleb, seriously—do you have to sound like you're doing something indecent?!"

caleb grinned against the phone, "i am doing something indecent. thinkin' about you while i'm like this." he smirks at his own innuendo, involuntarily jerking his hips upward as he neared his release. goddamn, it feels so good. you feel so good. sometimes, he just wants to pounce on you and take you without your consent. "can’t help it… every time i pump—i mean, push down, i’m p-picturing you. m-mouth open. those wide eyes… shit—sixty-five…"

in a hushed panic, you mutter, "what??"

"say my name, just once. i'll... i'll make it to a hundred if you do." there's no use denying him. so when you reluctantly pronounced his name, that melodic voice of yours blessing his ears while he chased after his climax, the way he breathlessly moaned your name didn't go unnoticed. caleb gave his own dick one last squeeze before falling his head back, a bead of sweat rolling down his throat. a beat of silence follows, then his tone softens, almost satisfied, because he most definitely was, just from the feeling of his cum endlessly gushing out of his tip. "good girl..."

Purrrrr