Fill the void.

Maybe that’s what you were desperately trying to do with Caleb’s presence in your life. Fill the enormous void in your heart and soul.

You didn’t know who avoided who at this point. Was it you or him? Who cared, anyway? He had his pipsqueak back. You just minded your own life and business now.

“It seems there isn’t anything wrong with that area,” you heard Commander Ash’s voice crackle through your headset.

“They must be hiding. Keep looking,” you replied, voice cool and controlled as your eyes scanned the real-time images from his UAV camera feed.

Now that I am experiencing jealousy in real time.. Lieutenant I am sorry for putting you in such a pain 🙏🏽😭

Heartless, that's you were or maybe that's what you were trying so hard to be. 

People has always feared you , whether it was because of your appearance or your reputation. After all you weren't known as the merciless lieutenant of Farspace fleet for nothing. 

You were a heartless , emotionless and  cruel monster and you took great pride in that. 

Then why did you felt every vein in your body boils with barely contained rage as you watched Caleb interrogating that girl? 

Yeah , that girl that probably put you in this situation in the first place. 

How you met Caleb was rather unexpected.  A young man full of hatred and desire to protect his loved one. It made your heart felt something you haven't felt for a long time, admiration. You admired him for his resilience,  how he climbed the rank until he was powerful enough to protect his love .

 A love that you envied. 

Though, yours and Caleb's relationship relied purely on lust . You helped him with his plan while he offered you free therapy. By free therapy you mean dick and you'd be lying if you said him rearranging your guts didn't help with your nightmares. 

But now they caused a troublesome issue you didn't want to deal with. 

Jealousy. 

You gritted your teeth at the sight of him reassuring the poor girl through the one sided mirror. 

Pathetic you thought before looking away from this lovesick view that had the bile rising up your throat 

“Lieutenant we'll need your help with-” 

“Handle it yourself” you cut off the poor rookie , your voice as sharp as a dagger before storming off the room. 

“What's wrong with her?” The young man asked in disbelief before turning toward his colleague who just  shrugged , as clueless as him. 

Reposting while waiting for his myth

Sylus is for the people that rarely speak out their minds.

Sylus is for the people that somehow always get blamed for other people problems f.ex. “Ex friend: You never asked me how I felt when I had that physical relationship with my ex roommate!” WELL, BITCH YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A THING GOING ON WITH YOUR ROOMMATE!

Sylus is for the people that always fantasied scenarios that would make them cooler.

Sylus is for the people that feel they can never be enough.

Sylus is for the people that lie that they don’t care but the truth is, they care A LOT!

Sylus is for the people that look intimidating but the moment someone talks to them, they overshare.

Sylus is for the people that gets overlooked quite a lot.

Sylus is for the people that get talked over in the middle of a conversation and are forced to shut up.

Sylus is for the people that can’t handle rejection in their school/work life because they think they are a failure.

Sylus is for the people that now found their worth and stopped toxic friendships which resulted in “I never let people get too close to me anymore!”.

Sylus is for the people that never been confident in their whole lives but still manage to pull through and enjoy it❤️

I’ve been called out in such a way that my therapist would be jealous

Same, been put on blast rn

The call out was so unnecessary ✋🏽😭

anyway, when his shirt is soaking wet for some reason and you can see every single detail when it sticks to his body, suddenly see-through

ONCE AGAIN, LNDS BRIDGERTON AU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!

BOOMSHAKALA YES YES YES SERVE US QUEEN PLEASE PLEASE

WAITTTTTTTTTT MY PUSSY JUST THROBBED

People would thought working at Whitesand C.O was your dream come true . It could've been Yes,  you had a good paycheck , a good reputation and you loved your job more than anything . The only problem though came in the form a 6ft tall and unfairly gorgeous purple haired man that seemed to have made his own personal job to make your life hell and the fact he was your superior made it impossible for you to cut off his tongue and throw it in the tank fish of the hall. 

“Late again” you heard his infuriatingly smooth voice say , the sound grating your ear as always. 

You sighed internally, knowing you'd have to deal with his nonsense  once more. Turning around you plastered your usual faux polite smile on your face as you answered.

“The traffic was crazy as always” you let out through gritted teeth,  trying your best to bit back the edge of annoyance in your tone 

“Blaming the traffic as usual” he shook his  head in mock disappointment before making his way towards you from where he was leaning against the doorframe “you should try to get more creative with your excuses y'know” 

I should've known from this fic I was a biter (now I am threatening to bite my crush everytime we talk 🚪🚶🏾‍♀️)

[LADS] Womb

He looks so breedable 🚶🏾‍♀️ (I need to get him pregnant 😩)

WAIT WAIT WHY AM I NOT SCARED ??? THIS ONLY MADE ME WANT HIM MORE

Keep Talking

Zayne is already incredibly touch starved so anytime the two of you are getting it in he is absolutely drowning in you. Nothing, but tangled limbs, faint snow particles that melt when they touch your heated skin, heavy breaths, searing wet kisses and whimpers of pleasure. Such a gentleman in the streets, but a real pussy pleaser in the sheets.

Here you are straddling him, dripping down his dick, watching him whimper under you. Unfortunately for you those thighs of yours are starting to burn. “Wooo hold on Zayne” The only thing he’s holding onto is your hips as he plants his feet and pistons up into you. The sudden change in power has you throwing your head back in ecstasy. Your sudden loud moans mingle with the string of foreign words. Zayne slows his pace and pulls you down; examining your face with concern “Is this okay? Did I go too fast?” You’re still trembling on the brink of another orgasm “No Zayne it was perfect keep going I'm close” He would waste no time snaking an arm around you and holding you close as he continued to bully your swollen pussy with those same vicious strokes that continuously massage your g spot.

Rafayel is all red ears and shaky breaths yet somehow you always end up pinned underneath him. His lips never leaving your neck as he slid into you so tenderly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close while he gave you long languid strokes. The way you gripped him already had him whimpering with each thrust, but the minute you started to beg him to go faster he thought he’d lost his damn mind. He’d slip his hand between your sweaty bodies, thumbing your clit while pounding your weeping pussy mercilessly. You jerked and squirmed under him as tears pricked your eyes.

When those foreign words reached his ears Rafayel would raise his head meeting your gaze and respond in Lemurian. Knowing that he’s hitting it so good you’ve reverted to your mother tongue would boost his ego immensely. He’d sit up pressing one of your legs down by your head and throwing the other over his shoulder so he can get even deeper — repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. That devilish smirk gracing his lips when he sees your eyes rolling from pleasure. “Raf- ngh! I’m cl- ah!” he’d lean down — folding you like a pretzel — taking your bottom lip between his teeth and giving you a sharp nip before whispering “I like when you speak in your mother tongue”

Xavier was always insatiable when he got hot and bothered. He knows exactly what to do when it comes to making a mess of you. His goal would always be to have you begging for mercy while simultaneously begging for more. “One more baby just give me one more you can do it” his words were said through gritted teeth as he gave you rough calculated strokes. He would stare into your lust filled eyes as foreign words fell from your kiss swollen lips.

He had no clue what you were saying, but that silky voice of yours only turned him on even more. He gripped the fat of your hips and continued bullying your dripping cunt like he wants to mold the shape of your gummy walls to fit him and him only. Shudders rippling up his spine as your orgasm has your pussy spasming around him making him fall right over the edge with you.

His grip on you would become bruising as thick ropes of his cum filled you up. He’d pull out slowly watching his seed drip out of you. Just when you think you’re going to get a chance to catch your breath Xavier has you bent over the couch stretching you on his cock again. “Keep talking to me like that” he’d say breathless trailing wet kisses wherever his lips could reach.

It should be known by now that Sylus is a polyglot because he refuses to hire an interpreter for his business. He has the patience of a saint when it comes to prepping you. So when he has you pinned under him squirming and shaking from your second orgasm it’s not a surprise when foreign words roll off your tongue draped in pure bliss.

“You’re divine” He says slipping into your sopping cunt, audibly groaning as he sinks every inch into your welcoming heat. Once he bottoms out inside you he has to take deep breaths to stop himself from cumming too quick. His thumbs lovingly stroke your waist as he starts slowing moving. He’d already have you overstimulated so it didn’t take long before your third orgasm crashed over you.

His grip is turning harsh as he talks you through your third — his hips snapping into you at an even pace making your high last even longer. His breath is hot and choppy next to your ear; he’s trembling just as much as you. Sylus would have you so drunk on him that you didn’t even notice the entire time he was talking you through your orgasm he was speaking in the same language you were rambling in. You’d try your best to run, telling Sylus it’s too much. He’d hold you in place, singing your praises in your language as he added his fingers to the mix. Light spanking straight on your puffy clit had you practically screaming. His thrusts become sloppy right before spilling into you. Heavy ropes of cum painting your insides as Sylus holds you close whispering what feels like poetry into your ear.

Caleb could never get enough of you. The way his hands roamed from your boobs, to your hips, down to your thighs and slowly but surely making their way back to your waist. Your mind already going blank from the multiple orgasms he’d snatched from you. His thrusts are deep and slow “I could stay like this forever” he’d whimper as your cunt squeezed him mercilessly.

He perked up when those breathy foreign words dripped from your lips like honey. You pressed a hand against his stomach, covered in both your juices and his cum, whining for a quick break. Caleb has no idea what you’re saying, but the way you squirmed and whined under him only made his desire grow.

One moment you’re clawing at his back and next you’re flat on your stomach being pressed into the mattress. “Say it again” his breath is hot against your ear, but his tone has the heat in your core reigniting with a passion. His hand slipping under you and propping your chin up so he can hear you clearly as you ramble in your native language. He’d slip two of his long fingers into your mouth when you try to stifle a moan by biting your lip “Again” he’d demand. He licked and sucked on your neck while you drooled from both sets of lips, eyes rolling as he bullied his cock into you until you were whimpering uncontrollably; barely forming words. “Keep talking” Caleb really couldn’t get enough of you especially now.

Rafayel saying he likes when I speak my mother tongue . You're gonna like it less when I start insulting you in Creole.

And Zayne being a pussy pleaser *faints*

"We want a gentleman in the streets but a freak in the bed" or whatever Usher says

i fell into the deep trenches of lads

i'm one month into the game and the lore- THE LORE.

happy birthday, raf.

and oh, i made a lil more for different mc's

So this is his orgasm face then

Not a single Holy thought in my head and Hey why did you cropped me

Gojo can't stand when you - his gorgeous, smart, perfect (emphasis on his) lover - pays more attention to some fictional character over him, and puts those old money Gojo funds to good use buying cosplay for them.

Hmpf- then you can finally dote on him instead, like you're actually supposed to.

And here you are walking into the house one day to find him all dressed up as Sylus. 

#NEEDTHAT

Need sylus and caleb fight for me

They both have strong asf evols

The fight would go hard but I'd make them harder [proud]

I'm on my knees and ready to repent father

Art by @eliasgeit on twitter

Forgive me Daddy- I mean Father