mc-syndrome

[mc-syndrome]

Thinking about Caleb’s back.

Whenever Caleb works out in your living room, you watch his back muscles ripple with each movement. His sweat makes the white tank top cling to his back like second skin, the fabric almost sheer from the perspiration. And when he finishes, he peels his tank top off, the sight moving in slow motion for you like he’s in some sort of beach commercial. You can't help but ogle him.

When you guys are walking home and you complain that your feet hurt, Caleb kneels down, his back to you and signals you to get on. You do without a second thought. When Caleb stands back up, you feel his back underneath you. Your legs around his waist and your head resting on his shoulder. You can feel his everlasting warmth even in the chill of the cold night.

At night, when your legs are spread to their limit, with Caleb’s shoulders in between them. Your apple-patterned panties are pulled to the side by his large hands. He looks up at you with love-drunk eyes as his needy mouth works over your wet cunt. You push yourself up on your elbows and card your hands through Caleb’s soft hair. His freckled back looks so enticing in the low light of your bedroom.

The next morning, you blearily blink your eyes open. Caleb isn’t sleeping beside you, but the smell of waffles means he’s making you breakfast. As you walk to the kitchen with a slight limp in your step, you see Caleb in his full glory. His beautiful back is marked by your nails, emphasised by the cute pink apron tied around his waist. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his firm back.

“Mornin Pipsqueak, breakfast will be ready soon.”

Pressing kisses into his skin, you mumble, “Thanks, love you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

dividers by @/muerdida and @/saradika-graphics

[mc-syndrome]

riding caleb while he has a fever !

this probably wasn’t the best idea. not when his fever hadn’t gone down — his temperature not dropping even after taking an absurd amount of pills prescribed by the doctor.

but there’s just something about him that’s so… captivating about him lying in bed — cheeks flushed with a shade of red, his hot, heavy breathing — the way he has to keep you close at all times even while he’s sick. it’s the way he needed you so badly that turned you on, even when he’s in this condition.

“you’re going to overexert yourself, caleb.” you said, running your hand over his chest. “you need to rest.”

“need you right now, pips’..” he breathed, breath coming out short with need. “can’t wait any longer..” and he was telling the truth. the proof was right there — the outline of his hard cock visible through his sweatpants.

“are you sure?” you asked, straddling his lap once he nodded. he gulped, watching you pull down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his absurdly large cock from his underwear. “you’re so needy, baby.” you said, your thumb swiping over his tip that was already leaking with pre-cum, eliciting a whimper from him.

holding yourself up on your knees, you placed his tip over your already dripping cunt, smearing his pre-cum on your entrance before sinking down on him. “fuck, pips’.. you’re so warm..” his hands automatically found their place on your hips as you bottomed out, tip kissing your cervix. “f—fuck, you’re so big, caleb.. always giving me a h—hard time.”

then when you placed both hands on his chest and started moving, bouncing on his cock, it just felt so good — especially when his body temperature was burning hot. sweat dripped down his forehead, wetting the pillow under him, hands anchored tightly on your hips. just the sight of him like this was enough to send you over the edge.

your mewls mixed with his grunts and needy whimpers, the absurdly obscene squelching noises and skin slapping being the loudest sound in the room. “oh my god, caleb—you feel s—so good—ah!” your thighs felt strained, legs too shaky to continue bouncing up and down his cock. so he did the thrusting for you, even while he’s sick. just where did this this guy get his ridiculous stamina from?

“caleb—ahh! i’m so close—so close, baby—“ your breath was uneven, voice filled with need as your legs gave out, your body collapsing forward on his chest. “‘m close too baby—gonna cum with you—“ he choked out in between groans.

“inside—inside me, caleb—! need you inside—nnh!”

you didn’t have to tell him twice before you felt that familiar warm liquid spilling inside of you right after.

© lucidsei

[mc-syndrome]

caleb loves watching you take his cock.

you plant your hands against the cool wall, back arching while your legs struggle to keep yourself up. they tremble beneath you, threatening to give out as caleb’s hips snap against you fast, holding onto your hip firmly. his thick cock drags against your tight walls. that delicious sting when he stretches you out has you biting your lip. teeth sinking into the plushness as an attempt to hold back your moans.

“that’s it,” he pants, taking purchase on your neck. “take it, baby, take it.” he carefully pulls you closer to him, back arching even more. turning your head upwards until your teary eyes meet his, staring back at you with hunger. he towers over you, still keeping up with his ruthless rhythm. flushed tip kissing your cervix over and over with every thrust,

his words make you throb — a whimpering mess. his voice low and teasing, telling you exactly what you need to hear.

your mouth remains agape as caleb practically fucks moans out of you, walls fluttering around him as you feel yourself edge closer to your climax. you tighten around him, hearing caleb’s breath hitch from above you before cursing under his breath.

“caleb, please.” you cry, legs growing weak with every second, worried you’ll collapse under him. “please, i wanna...” he doesn’t stop. knowing how close you are, his hips never falter, helping you chase that release your looking for.

“f-fuck..” he gasps and with one final thrust you pulse around him, both of your bodies trembling. a wave of intense pleasure crashes over as you fall apart on his cock, your white arousal coating him, mixing with his warm seed. he stays stuffed inside you, making sure that you take everything he gives you.

a/n - guys i don’t even know what this is i just really wanted to write something lol

꩜ masterlist !

🏷️ @ashirelle @littledarlingsthings @wynxoxo @dalmoonchi @kiyadeleine @sayoko-ou @partycityyyyyyy @sweetcalebb @sylusqt @sylvieisoffline @plzdonutpercieveme @anonymous-virgo @exe-toby @mylifedoesntexist @jadeis0nline @xiaprint @yizholic @sagwapearl @sylusexual @rafascutie @colonelpantysniffer @oakimiuy @lyricelli @nayxn @raendarkfaerie

[mc-syndrome]

LaDs: Things I think they do during sex

~ just like many others, I have no real explanation behind writing this. Just one of many thoughts that struck my noggin

Sylus grabs fistfuls of your ass like it’s a toy. I’m talking both hands are encompassing your ass and pulling, squeezing, damn near ripping your cheeks apart. He’s fucking obsessed. Especially when he feels it moving as you bounce on his cock, his grip on your ass being the driving force of your movements because you’re damn near dumb as this point. He likes it that way, though. Good luck.

Caleb sniffs his fingers after he’s done fingering you. He’ll lick them clean too, don’t you worry, but oh he’s inhaling the sent of your cunt like it’s the finest aphrodisiac he’s ever encountered. He’d fucking use it as his own personal cologne if he could, he’s even tried and you smack his hands away before he could.

Rafayel is INNIT, oh he’s entire face suffocated in that pussy. I’m talking about your slick on his mouth, his chin, his nose, his fucking forehead. That man is diving in and he is drowning, not even the world ending could pull him away from your cunt before he’s ready. Hell, he’ll tie your hands to the bed frame so you quit trying to push him off of your poor sensitive cunt.

Zayne cums all over your back. He loves creampies too, but fuck does he love seeing your body smeared in his cum. His personal favorite is your back, of course, but he also loves covering your tits in his cum and then licking them squeaky clean. Also, cumming on your ass and then spreading your cheeks so he can watch it dribble down before plunging his cock back in, shoving some of the cum in too.

Xavier likes to ruin your clothes. Like yeah, you have sex stark naked. But something about fucking you stupid when you’re both still half dressed? Seeing the physical wetness of your arousal staining his swears or ruining your sleep shorts? Careful, he might purposely cum on your favorite sleep shirt just to see the stains form.

[mc-syndrome]

SylusMC x Vintage Swimwear Ad ⛱️ 🕶️

Wanted to draw them in a couples swimsuit style that I personally really like! The art style and layout references some vintage ads.

[mc-syndrome]

Starting my old phone to see if I download the game update without clearing everything I have on my 'regular' phone

[mc-syndrome]

fic title; quantum entanglement info; caleb x fem!reader!mc | e/18+🔞mdni tags; fluff, p! in v!, creampie, cunnilingus, biting, scratching, caleb is a nerd (but what's new?)

"Have you heard of quantum entanglement?" Caleb's voice is hoarse and low, bruised from overuse. Under blankets, you lay bare after several couplings, pressed together tightly as one.

"No," you breathe, barely a discernible whisper, "I haven't. What is it?" Used to his science obsession, you humor him. He draws circles over your hip with deft fingers, a warm tingling sensation formulating upon your skin at his touch.

"Basically," he props himself up on one elbow, "there’s a phenomenon where, even if separated thousands of light-years away in deepspace, two particles will still be connected."

You quirk a brow. "And?"

Caleb's eyes are ablaze with delight, filled to the brim with ardor. Enveloped by the dim ochre lamplight, his chestnut hair is a ruffled mess. Grinning like a madman, he lifts a finger to poke your nose. "Aaaand, any change in one particle... instantly affects the other particle. They're deeply connected. Always."

Smiling, you intertwine your fingers with his. "That sounds impossible."

"It technically is, depending on who you ask. But there's always more to know, right?" Caleb pulls your joined hands to his lips to plant a kiss upon yours; his lips overly wet, his warm gaze never parting from you. Palms together in a warm embrace, you tightly squeeze.

"Of course." You adjust your legs, thigh slightly grazing over his member. His breath hitches. A wry smile accompanies you as you move to straddle him – again.

With you atop him, time seems to pause. Caleb slides a hand down your waist slowly, gingerly; as if you could disappear at any moment. A bit of saliva dribbles down his lower lip. You lean forward to catch it, and he seems to make a decision, brows furrowing. He grasps your hips with large calloused hands, flipping you onto the bed below him, cradling your head with one hand so as not to allow the impact to hurt you. “Then… have you heard of the uncertainty principle?”

Startled by the sudden movement, you blink dumbly up at him. You shake your head.

Caleb’s smug, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. “Well…” He lifts a finger to your chin, lilac eyes locked on yours. Leaning further in, pressing you down into the mattress, he whispers in your ear: “There’s a limit to the precision of calculating some pairs of physical properties: for example, both the position-” He parts your thighs for the fourth time tonight, moving to align your core to him. “And momentum-” Slow as molasses, his body rolls atop yours, and you shiver with the friction of his cock rubbing against your folds. “Of a particle, simultaneously.”

“You’re pushing your luck, you know,” you sigh, mockingly forlorn.

“Always.” Caleb smirks. The coolness of his dangling necklace grazes your left breast, causing you to gasp. His lips catch yours; tongue and teeth, eager and wanting. Saliva trails from his mouth as you part, falling onto your chest in small strings.

Fingers sliding down your folds, he toys with your thrice-filled entrance. “Wanna hear about the double slit experiment?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh?” Caleb quirks a brow. “You wanna hear about quantum tunneling, then.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully, unable to mask your smile. Leaning in to press your bodies together as one, he lines his member up with your entrance, the tip grazing your slit. Wrapping your legs around him loosely, you stare up at him with half-lidded eyes; batting your eyelashes slowly, the way he likes.

As he enters you, you’re fully relaxed, taking his large girth in with no qualms; only a deep breath escaping your lips. “Fuck. Took me so easily. Guess you secretly like learning from me, huh?”

Sighing with contentment as he begins to rock into you, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaving more claw-marks upon his skin along the way. “May I remind you: this is the fourth time tonight.”

“And?” Caleb pulls away from you slightly, planting a kiss upon your forehead. He runs his hand over your hair. “How ‘bout we make it five?”

“Focus.” You smack his arm lightly with a foxlike smile.

“Ahhhh. I see, I see. Six, then.”

Pulling him down to you, his ear meets your lips. “Seven,” you whisper, lips grazing its shell. His body shudders. As he begins sliding in and out with a harsh quickness, you grab onto his back with soft fingers, clinging for dear life. “Caleb!” You gasp, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. His moans are guttural and hoarse, throat still raw.

Gripping your hips with a vicious need, he pounds into you with reckless abandon. Your eyes roll back as you give in to your lust-addled daze, allowing it to envelop your mind entirely and overpower any contrarian thought. Slowing down, he sneaks his hand to your clit, circling the sensitive bud with rough fingers.

“I c-can’t,” you whine, raspy voice reverberating throughout the bedroom. “I need you.”

Caleb snorts fondly. “Need you more, baby.” He groans as you clench around him, causing a hiccup in his movement. “Fuck, I know. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.”

He curves up into just the right area.

Mouth agape, you moan wantonly into his ear, the sound spurring Caleb on further. “There, fuck. Told you I would find it again, yeah?” Slowing down to savor every moment after reaching your sweet spot, he’s sure to tap harshly at the end of each thrust, causing you to whine far too loudly. Overstimulated, you bite down onto his neck, and he groans huskily, picking up the pace again. “Gonna… gonna have to make it at least eight.” He pushes into you without missing a beat. “Nine.” You scratch at his back with a vengeance as he counts. “Ten.”

You recall the image you had burned into your mind earlier – Caleb’s tongue lapping circles around your clit, his fingers pistoning into you, curling perfectly. His hair slightly dampened from sweat, his cheeks partially coated in your slick. You clench around him at the thought, and he releases a melody of moans in response.

Chasing his release, Caleb pushes your legs up further. The slight sting of overexertion is a welcome friction alongside the buttery movement inside you, your slick coating his cock. “M’gonna inside, okay?” You wrap your legs tightly around him, constricting, clenching as you feel an anticipating heat pool into your lower stomach. “Fuck.” 

As he comes undone, his spend paints your walls and fills you with a warmth that makes you feel whole. Removing himself from you reluctantly, he admires the way it escapes your cunt in a small river of white drips, his primal urge to claim you overpowering his senses.

Softly gasping for air, you turn to tousle Caleb’s hair as he flops down on the bed next to you. With dexterous fingers you soothe him, rubbing his head and neck. Sighing dreamily, he grasps your hand in his to kiss your fingers, one by one. You smile wryly. “So, what was that about… um, tangle-ment?” 

Caleb laughs through his panting, eyes full of mirth.

[mc-syndrome]

you know all the things i like

「 caleb x afab reader | unprotected sex | public sex | 18+ only a/n: honestly this is pwp lmao saw the new banner and finally felt compelled to write something but this is my first time so be nice pls 」

───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────────

“Caleb!” You hiss, eyes frantically looking around as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. But there’s no stopping his large hands when he’s pulling you by the hips and pressing you against a giant rock. Your palms flatten, bracing yourself, as he cages you in from behind.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t get to be cranky after pulling that shit,” he scolds but you can hear the grin in his voice before you see it. 

You huff in exasperation even though you know you’re in the wrong. You just wanted to tease him a little bit. Have a little haha moment since the beach outfit he picked out for you was so reminiscent of what you used to wear when the two of you were younger. There’s no way he actually expected you to hangout at the beach all covered up like that, right?

And so, you thought it’d be a good idea to surprise Caleb with a different look. Jumping into the crystalline water with him and diving under the surface so you could strip down into the red bikini you were wearing underneath. 

You popped above the water to show him, donning on a bright smile in your stringy bikini. And all it took was two seconds of looking at you, eyes immediately traveling all over your exposed skin, before he started pulling you further away from the shore. Away from the other beachgoers and putting your protesting self in between a rock and a hard place. 

“It was just a lil prank…,” you grumble, breath hitching when you feel Caleb grind his hardening cock against the cleft of your ass.

“A prank huh? Okay okay, then consider this my retaliation,” he drawls back, hooking his chin over your shoulder to peer down at just how skimpy of a bikini you’re wearing. 

One of his hands travels down your navel to grip at the waistband of your bottom before tugging it up, pulling the fabric taut against you until your pussy lips are practically spilling out. “Oh-ho this thing sure is tiny, pips. You sure this was only to get a rise outta me?”

His other hand slips between your legs, immediately finding your clit and rubbing it through the fabric. The sensation makes your breath catch, still too stubborn to let out the whimper that’s already crawling its way up your throat.  

“Well, I guess you got something to rise. One way or another,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before removing his fingers. “Good for you.”

A pout immediately forms on your lips at the loss of contact. It was barely even anything but it was more than enough to rile you up and you know that. He knows that. And despite your better judgement, you shimmy your hips back, indicating to him that you want more.

“Something on your mind?” He hums, feigning innocence, but you can feel the way his cock jumps at the disgruntled look on your face. All flushed cheeks and pouty lips. 

“Thought you wanted to swim at the beach. Now you wanna do something else?” His shit-eating grin widening as you press your hips back against him once more. 

It’s hard not to want more when he’s looking at you like that, chastising you for your antics but letting you act out all the same. His fingers slip back down, going beneath the fabric this time to press against your puffy clit directly.

Your head lolls back against Caleb’s chest, mouth falling slack, as he rubs circles into your throbbing pearl. Gathering your slick on his fingertips before pressing down towards your entrance. He teases your hole, ever so slightly dipping the tip of his digit in before slowly pulling out. Once again giving you something but never enough. Not until you say it. 

Furrowed brows and broken whimpers mean nothing to him as he repeats the motion over and over again. Rubbing into your clit, swirling around your entrance, making you flutter as you try to suck his finger inside. Up and down through your slippery folds again and again until you finally finally grit out a needy “please”

His reaction to that whimpered request is immediate. Large hands leaving your drooling pussy to simultaneously tug your bottoms to the side and pull his aching cock out. His flushed tip already leaking, throbbing, needing to be inside your gummy walls. 

Caleb grips around his girthy base and guides his dick to where you need him most. Biting back a groan when you eagerly bend over. He loves you like this, all that attitude clashing with what’s in your heart. Sassy. Impatient. Makes it all the much better when he can shut you up and make your needs transparent. 

“Well,” he tsks, already bullying himself inside. “Guess it’s my fault for spoiling you all these years.”

[mc-syndrome]

Mass emailing unfold to remove mc carrying Rafayel from the trailer??????? Yall can’t have fun? What was wrong with it? Do y’all think it can only be you who gets the “princess treatment” (treated with love and care) in a relationship? What the hell?

[mc-syndrome]

heaven on earth

caleb x femreader | minor intoxication, size kink, caleb and his stupidly fat cock, pain mention, unprotected sex | minors dni

caleb liked to think that he had a good head on his shoulders.

he graduated top of his class, gave the valedictorian speech in both high school and the flight academy. liked by his peers, active in clubs and athletics— no one ever had a bad thing to say about him. there was a natural charisma to him that plenty were drawn to, ladies attracted like moths to a flame. good grades, built body, handsome smile. the entire package.

even if he did have everything, he never went out of his way to boast. he preferred to be humble and gracious, never one to take anything for granted. his job, his colleagues, his finances were all thanks to hard work and sacrifice.

this general label of golden boy fit him well. he couldn’t deny that he was, all things considered, a pretty decent guy. respectful and earnest, his drive was all for you. you’ve had a keen eye, could sniff out the bad in everyone. you’d be the first to get in his ear when he’d bring a new friend around, warning him that the people he surrounded himself with were bad news. a lot of his good decisions were influenced by you.

everyone had their faults. caleb, as perfect as he may seem on the surface, had a pretty sick obsession with watching your tight pussy struggle to swallow up a big cock.

tonight was one of those nights where you stumbled into the shared place, house keys slammed clumsily into the small glass bowl right inside of the front door. caleb could hear your grumbles from his bedroom, door cracked slightly to welcome you in. another voice was heard, likely one of your friends that brought you home, before the front door clicked shut. he was sure you’d be crawling your way into his bed in a minute’s time, always did when you had too much to drink at work dinner parties.

soft giggles could be heard as you abandoned your heels in front of the entryway, caleb’s observant ears perking up at the clatter. you always made him pick up after you, an old habit that truly never seemed to die.

you popped your head in through the door, just like he knew you would. giving him the sweetest smile, hiccuping over the small greeting you cooed his way. caleb always felt such an intensified need to hold you and coddle you when you were like this, the same guy who stuck to you like glue during your first legal birthday. he had you on his arm that entire night, refused to let you do so much as use the bathroom on your own.

he’s the first thing you seek when you’re inebriated like this, fuzzy and disoriented, desperate for a warm body to cling to. his scent sticks out like a sore thumb, enough to find him in a crowd full of people. it’s crisp and clean yet holds the type of musk and spice that makes you wanna stuff your face right into his collar.

“there’s my girl,” he hums, knowing smirk settled on his lips as he sits up with his head against the wooden headboard. a laugh dies in his throat with the way you trudge over, feet dragging against his floorboards just to reach his side a few moments later. a strong arm catches your waist, tugging you swiftly to sit pretty in his lap. “oh, you smell potent.”

“sounds like a bad thing,” you mumble and he can practically hear the pout in your tone, chuckling to himself when he realizes that he offended you. his cheek presses into your hair as you settle down, feet wrapped up under his ankles, back reclined fully against his chest for support.

big hands run up and down your thighs lovingly, a gentle touch that isn’t meant to lead further. it’s more of an effort to ground you, one shifting up to catch your head as it flops to the side.

“yeah, that’s not what i meant,” a dry snort leaves caleb’s lips, gentle in the way he leads your face to rest against his own. cheek to cheek, nuzzling into his warmth like you were freezing cold. the domesticity of it all melts him from the inside out, still finding it hard to believe that the two of you are finally rooming together once more after reuniting.

it’s been an adjustment, learning how to live with one another all over again. you had forgotten how much he nags in the mornings and he had forgotten how disorganized you can be, experiencing lovers quarrels at least once a day. moments like these make it more than worth it, being able to hold you when you’re most vulnerable.

a soft hiccup leaves your lips, dragging him from his reminiscing.

“how was the company dinner?” he hums in that quiet voice of his, considerate of the late hour and how your mind is likely taking several extra seconds to process a simple question.

you think long and hard, something that pulls another huff of amusement from his lips. it’s a struggle to focus when his hands fiddle with the lace of your skirt, when they smooth over the fat of your thighs. all of the absent touches were part of caleb’s personality, a handsy guy through and through. he never realizes what he’s doing until he’s taken it far beyond repair, just like now.

he catches the way you stare at his fingers, experimental with how he squeezes the flesh of your thigh. your lashes flutter at the sight, gaze trailing slowly over the curve of his knuckles. his thumb caresses the skin, purple eyes shining with mischief when you pick your attention up just to catch him staring right back at you.

“well?”

“it was good,” you mumble, slurring over the fast and forced response. there wasn’t much to note, just having indulged in one too many fancy mixed drinks that were all on the association’s tab. they worked you to the bone so abusing the credit limit only felt right. it was merely compensation for your unmedicated stress and constant achy shoulders.

“well, i’m glad you had a good time.” caleb leans to whisper against the shell of your ear, touch drifting north to creep under the hem of your fluffy skirt. his fingers knead, play with your skin like dough, pulling and jiggling.

he knew the second you left that it would end like this, really. it was almost routine to welcome you back from a night out with some kisses and some love, to ease your hazy mind with pleasure. you were dressed to kill and he was your usual victim, unable to help himself from staring down into the dip of your low cut top.

“let’s get you out of this,” he murmurs in suggestion with a sweet kiss to your earlobe, patting your hip in favor of guiding you to lift. you do, albeit sluggish and half-assed, caleb only able to shake his head and assist you. luckily, he was strong enough to make up for your lack of compliance, thumbs dipping into the waistband and dragging your skirt and panties down your legs in one fell swoop.

everything blurs the minute he turns your head with a big hand, placing a firm kiss on your glossed lips. the substance is tacky and sticky and he wouldn’t have it any other way, smearing the makeup with long pecks. your jaw slackens and welcomes his insistent tongue, tasting you from teeth to cheek to tongue.

oh, how caleb loves to kiss.

it’s one of the loudest forms of intimacy, a special way of many to indulge in his heaven on earth. you always moan so pretty when he kisses you, this time no different. properly sat with your ass on top of his bulge, he has the leeway to touch. one hand groping your breast through the thin top, the other guiding his cock out of his loose sweats. this is how he liked you best.

your pussy was drooling for attention, slinky strings of your arousal sticking to his tip everytime he slapped it against your clit. each hit had you jolting, whines spilling from your lips into his own. it was filthy, the way you could feel your swollen bud pulse with need that caleb was keeping just barely out of reach. bucking your hips only helped so much, whines following when he failed to give you what you wanted most.

“sit still so i can fill you, baby,” caleb whispers against your heated skin, smiling to himself at the way you nod your head in lazy acceptance. a hiss leaves him as soon as the tip disappears between your folds, breaking that resistance with a lewd pop. you gush around him, the cum oozing out of the head smearing along your walls when he slowly pushes it in.

you choke on your heavy breaths, his cue to take things slower. soft kisses find their way down the length of your neck, careful to rub a soothing hand along your thigh, the first to jump at comforting you. getting you used to his size was a learning process but the patience has paid off, your pussy all the more accepting each time he dives into you.

“look at that,” he whispers, winded as he tilts your face down to peer at where you’re connected. it’s a sloppy mess between your thighs, poor lips puffed and battered. they hug his fat shaft, sheening him in a clear layer of gloss. “remember when you couldn’t fit all of me? felt like a monster when i made you cry and push me away.”

the reminder coaxes you to shiver, thighs shaking as you struggle to keep position, the balls of your feet planted on the duvet below you. “now look at you. slides right in, doesn’t it? you worked so hard for it so now you can take it.”

take it, you do. he helps you with two strong hands steady on the curve of your waist, fucking you on his dick with greed. the pace quickly escalates from careful to selfish, sweat gathering at caleb’s brow. the force of his hips clapping up into your ass has tears gathering in your eyes, gasping for air as he bullies his length into your sore cunt.

strings of your slick stick to his dick, snapping everytime you stray too far. they painted your thighs and his alike, a gooey mess that only worsened the more your hips smacked down against his.

“shit. i think she loves me,” a breathless laugh rings in your ears, almost mockingly. your eyebrows bow and furrow, little toes curling up. “does she? you think she likes bein’ all full and plugged like that?”

you muster a broken whimper in reply, back arching off of his chest when two digits slide against your neglected clit in sensual circles.

the sheer strength of the rhythm has your tits spilling out of your top, falling from your lowcut collar, the fabric slipping. there’s no chance that you’d be moving so consistently if it weren’t for his help, caleb doing all of the heavy lifting and hard work with his mean thrusts and his harsh tugs.

even with the cruel way he’s digging himself up into you, he’s so very sweet. attentive eyes all on your face, lips smearing each open area of skin with kisses and bites. his grunts fill your ears like honey, leaky pussy making a mess that streams all down his balls.

“can’t get enough,” he pants, damp forehead pressed into your shoulder blade, hyper-focused on fucking up into you. his cock has a delicious curve that molds inside of you, hitting depths that nobody else could dream of. it almost aches, your squeaks and squeals bouncing off of his bedroom walls. “i’m all yours. i’ve always been all yours. say it. this cock is all yours, yeah?”

“mhm!” you sputter back, barely there, brain muddled with sex and sensation that drowns you.

“mhmmm,” he groans back in reply like a reflex, one of his palms smacking the side of your ass with a gentle slap. “all you. got the prettiest girl in the world bouncin’ on me, fuck.”

his words are strained with the effort to prolong his orgasm, eager to indulge in the first time you managed to take his cock without a break. you were finally filled to the brim, could take him without needing to tap out or cry in a way that wounded him. your walls are too greedy for him, caleb far too weak to the way your pussy begs for a fill.

he doesn’t get the chance to warn you, thick arms wrapping around you as cum pumps up into your cunt. hot and thick, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. you feel him twitch, the sensation alone aiding you in your own release. sweat and sex fills the hot air, the last braincell caleb has left yelling at him to pull out and give your poor pussy a rest.

“doesn’t hurt, right?” worry fills his quiet tone, soft pants leaving his lips. he angles his head forward, peeking over your shoulder to get a good look at your face, pleased to find pure bliss instead of a grimace this time around.

[mc-syndrome]

☾𖤓 ; caleb making it fit

caleb’s fingers plunge in and out of your wetness, producing an obscene melody of squelches and moans. he’s been at it for what seems like ages, trying to loosen you up—not that you’re complaining.

before even he resorted to fingering you, he had already tried everything else he could think of to make things easier on you.

he massaged your sore body, pressed kisses into every crevice of your skin, lapped at your clit until you squirted on his lips, and even let you hump his thigh.

and while he never viewed any of those things as a chore, his patience began to wear thin after seeing that you could still barely manage to take two of his fingers.

“pips, you’re gonna have to be a big girl this time, okay?” he withdraws his fingers in order to cup your cheeks.

“y-yeah but, it’s too big isn’t it…?” your voice trails off as you look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“not at all, sweets. trust your dear caleb, yeah?”

he parts your thighs and lines himself up with your slit, just admiring the sight. slapping his length against your bud, he smiles to himself. “pretty girl. you’re gonna take me so well aren’tcha?”

before you can even answer, he pushes his hips forward, finally sliding past your entrance. it stings, feels full.

“caleb!” you cry out, fingers instinctively latching on to his toned back. he groans out, “shit, you’re still so tight—”

“sorry,” you mutter into his shoulder, trying not to quiver from his sheer girth. it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“don’t be sorry, baby. this is perfect.” he pushes deeper, and that sting inside of you melts into a pang of hot pleasure.

soon enough, your body has completely given in to caleb, and you’re finally loose enough for him to plow you like he’s wanted to do for months.

his hips snap into you at a merciless pace, and he sings your praises like you’re a deity.

“i knew you could do it—my pretty girl, my good girl. you wanted to make your caleb happy, didn’t ya?”

“fuck—yes, ‘leb…! wanted to make you happy,” you slur, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock kissing the deepest parts of your cunt.

at that, caleb simply grins, and pushes your thighs back to fuck you even deeper—the way he’s been dreaming about.

a/n: someone shoot me dead. school starts back in like a day…. anyways here’s smth quick since i’ll likely be gone for a bit!! enjoy xx

⟢ zoey’s masterlist !

[mc-syndrome]

𓇢𓆸 late summer vibes with Caleb

I wanna do cartwheels with Caleb. Blow dandelions until my cheeks hurt. Hide under a tree with him when the rain comes, listening for the thunder. Kiss him while his wet bangs drip all over my face(:

[mc-syndrome]

Xavier & Caleb eat it for their own pleasure. (they aren't beating the munch allegations I'm sorry)

They will deadass stay down there for hours and not get tired. Like yes, while hearing you squeal and arch into their mouths is a hell of a bonus, its the taste for them. It's the weight of your thighs against their shoulders. The way you melt so pretty so perfect for them just by their tongue alone? It's intoxicating.

Xavier is slow with it—lazy drags of his tongue, savoring you like the sweetest candy, pulling back every now and then just to press soft, maddening kisses against your inner thighs. He’ll hum against you, low and deliberate, like he’s thinking about how to make you lose it before he actually does. Half the time, his gaze is tipped up toward your face, eyes blue eyes low, drinking in every single reaction so he can pull it out of you again later. “Mmm… that’s it, star… give me more. Let me taste you more,”

Caleb, on the other hand, is a straight up addict. It almost seems like he's trying to overstimulate you with out fast and greedy his tongue works through your folds, like he's going to die of thirst if he doesn't make you cum every 30 seconds. His hands gripping your hips- not even giving you the chance to wiggle away, tongue working you over the edge with purpose.

You can beg and whimper for him to slow down all you want, but all it earns you is a brief pause—just long enough for him to pull back, lower face slick with your arousal, pupils blown wide with lust. He’ll tilt his head, voice low and rough as he murmurs, "Why would I ever stop," his lips capturing your clit in a long suck, his cock twitching at the way you thrash and gush, "When you taste this sweet?"

® princessxmin all rights reserved. please to not alter, copy or translate my work !

[mc-syndrome]

兄本能

[mc-syndrome]

Yeah, I'll probably just do the free pulls...

I'm not into the beach banner... the outfits are not doing it for me, the activities are weird (balloons on a jet ski, and basically riding it backwards? double surfing uhh??, whatever it is that's going on with Rafayel, and why did Caleb's have to get dramatic... Xavier's is good except for the whole slide and launching into the sky part).

Might still pull but only because I want a shirtless outfit for Caleb lol

The mini games look kinda fun though!

[mc-syndrome]

Yeah. No. Yeah—of course he has a blindfold kink.

Fucking knew it:

With cool silk pressed over his eyes, Caleb’s waiting for the next place you’ll touch. Waiting for you to find the parts of him that even he forgets are soft.

[mc-syndrome]

Maps headcanons -

🧡 Caleb’s kinks I

The blindfold smut

Details: 300 words of Caleb’s blindfold kink, because every time I listen to Sleep Token, I want to undress Caleb in prose. Just thirst. 18+ smut. You are warned.

Caleb loves watching you—always has. Your mouth. Your hands. The way you look when you’re close. The tiny lift of your brow when you’re about to tease him. He’s greedy for the sight of you. Lives in it.

But the blindfold?

That’s an offering.

And it always comes back to trust, doesn’t it?

Because Caleb doesn’t give up his sight lightly. It’s his sharpest edge—the one thing he always keeps on the horizon, on the pesky subordinates in The Fleet, and… on you. He reads people like he’s trained for it. Because he is.

So when he lets you cover his eyes, it means something.

I trust you deeper than I trust my own hands.

I don’t need to see you to want you.

Let me drown in the feeling of you instead.

Because without his eyes, everything else becomes louder.

The sound of your breath. The weight of silence between touches. The heat of your body. The slide of your fingers down his chest, over his ribs, following the edge of every muscle.

And Caleb?

He doesn’t speak.

Not during this.

There’s something sacred in the silence. In the way your breaths mingle. The only sounds he makes are the high, stuttering moans he can’t hold back—sharp, almost pained, like it hurts to feel this good. Like every touch scrapes something bare and beautiful inside him.

With cool silk pressed over his eyes, Caleb’s waiting for the next place you’ll touch. Waiting for you to find the parts of him that even he forgets are soft.

A kiss just above his heart, your fingers dragging along the sharp cut of his abs, your tongue slick and slow down the thick vein of his forearm.

Fingers tracing the map of him like scripture—so tender, he swears he can feel your fingerprint when you touch his lips, and that’s when—

He breaks.

And all he sees is you.

——————————————————————————

Lift me out

Of my own skin

Of all my doubt

——————————————————————————