If I Make A Mistake In My Writing No I Didn’t

Plz send asks I need inspiration for some freaky writing

given the current banner, there’s not enough omegaverse LADS fics on AO3

idk maybe that’s just me

Agreed. I need to get them pregnant. I need Xavier in heat begging to be bred

idk my dragon is with me .

Omg the ending 😮‍💨😮‍💨

— being bigbrother!caleb´s pervy lil sis (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

synopsis: caleb didn’t think about the consequences of taking advantge of you, he didn’t even think you could do the same to him.

tw: somno, cnc, you are a lil perv girl, stepcest as always, based on a request!, you horny little shit ><, caleb is bulking omg, you drug him, no dialogues, mentions of colonel caleb, etc.

you rolled out of bed after checking your bedside table clock, 3 am. the cold winter breeze hit your skin when you got out of the covers, walking your way towards caleb’s room on your tippy toes to avoid making any sound.

you started doing this a week or two ago, when you began to feel needier and needier; your period approaching but you didn’t want to bother your big brother, he already fucked you enough throughout the day; not enough for you apparently.

even like this you still needed his touch, the warmth of his skin against your own. so one day you thought of sneaking into the darkness of his room, trying to find the way to his bed without tripping.

the absence of any source of light but the faint moon glow wasn’t a problem for you, being able to see caleb’s angelic features while he peacefully slept, his dark locks framing his cheekbones and long eyelashes adorning his closed eyes.

you lifted up the covers with ease, quickly taking seat on top of his lap before the cool air could wake him up, motioning your hands to caress his naked chest, noticing how they were juicier than they used to, how his ripped abs were now slightly less defined; but how he was bigger.

that was more than enough to remind you the reason why you were here once again, another night in a row.

caleb was a light sleeper, ever since you were kids he would wake up to the slight noise or touch, but the pill you slipped in his dinner was more than enough to knock him down. it was funny how easily you managed to take advantage of him despite his big size and obviously superior strength.

there was no use on being strong if he couldn’t even wake up, right? <3

you sit back on top of his muscular and soft thighs, leaving space to observe his black boxers covering the prize you so eagerly yearned for. you didn’t waste any time, pulling them down and therefore freeing his soft cock, which was lazily laying on his pelvis.

it was as asleep as him.

you didn’t mind, caleb showed you tricks to wake it up and you used them, oh you did use them.

still sat on his thighs you didn’t notice the back and forth motion you settled to ease the wetness between your legs while you pampered his dick carefully, grabbing the base of his big cock with one tiny hand while the other one jerked it off up and down slowly.

he shifted around as he grew harder, but after doing this a few times you learnt he wouldn’t wake up; it was practically impossible.

soft moans and whimpers left his lips in his sleep and you couldn’t help but imitate these sounds, laying your head on his shoulder when you began to feel dizzy because of the approaching orgasm.

the moment caleb came undone in your hands, staining them with warm and creamy cum you fumbled, your panties so wet it made his skin sticky with your own release, crying in the crook of his neck as you tried to calm your breath and regain composure.

after cuming you’d always left his room as you entered; quiet and steady, going back to your bed and hugging your plushie as you fell asleep with a happy smile drawn on your lips.

but what you didn’t know is that caleb found that tiny pill you tried to hide in his dinner the first night, and ever since he played along.

ever since becoming a colonel he learnt how to pay attention to every detail, every move, every slight difference. and you weren’t good at hiding things, not to him. he knew you too well.

still, he made you believe he was completely oblivious to your plans and let you take anything you needed from him.

after all he loved spoiling you in every way, shape or form.

a/n: sosososo sorry for taking so long to post a new writing, I’m just incredibly busy these days and can’t find time :( hope you enjoyed this one!

— masterlist.

Measuring? 📏

inspired by: baobei-bu

caleb x mc /////

A requested Xaviermc from this trend but with the upcoming outfits 👀

The upcoming banner has me feral and I will not apologise for who I will become (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

kinda obsessed with how gritty and borderline depraved your version of Caleb is😍🥵 do you think he gets jealous easily?

Sorry omg I’m so down bad for pervs 😭 but YES he would absolutely be the most jealous guy in the world

Gonna make this one a little more fucked up just a warning

Caleb hated when anyone so much as looked at you. It didn’t matter who they were: they could be coworkers, friends, even a barista; it didn’t matter. In his eyes, you were his, he should be the only one to lay eyes on you.

It was manageable at first- he’d limit himself to glaring daggers and balling his fists while giving the fakest of smiles. But with time, he began to slip up. That barista that had remembered your order stopped showing up to work, and your friends started canceling plans. But Caleb covered his tracks, you’d never have to know how much he did for you. He’d always be there to support you when you were upset that no one seemed to want to spend time with you anymore. He was all you needed anyway.

You stopped going out, and he made no effort to change that. He wanted nothing more than to keep you to himself- only he could protect you. It’s not like you needed two incomes anyway, being a colonel supported the both of you, and it kept you away from that coworker he never liked.

Eventually you started going out again, after all, it was a new year. Then the door started malfunctioning. It was weird, Caleb never seemed to have the same issue, but he explained that it must’ve been a technical problem and that was enough for you. He always kept you entertained, fed, clean… happy for the most part.

Let me know if you’d like me to write more

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.