midgarangel

[midgarangel]

bsf caleb drabble pt3 | pt1, pt2

lots & lots of praise. oral (f receiving), lewd language, reader losing virginity. he’s not as “mean” as he was in pt2 :( i wanted it to be sweet, sue me.

authors note: a month in the making..pls forgive me for how long it took.

— ʚɞ

You had no idea what time it was and the x-rated movie he chose had ended at this point. A slideshow of previews played on the tv. The only thing on your mind was Caleb and his hands.

His fingers are rough against your thighs as he feels you up, teasing at the lacy hem of your panties.

"What’s the matter?" his lips curl in a patronizing pout when he curls his fingers underneath, going to draw them down your legs. "You ticklish, baby?"

You nearly kick out in a knee-jerk reaction, twitching when he pulls your sticky wet panties down. They’re forgotten now, tossed behind him unto the floor. You shake your head feeling him hiding a grin into the flesh of your inner thigh.

"Don’t be shy, Pips," he says, pressing a wet kiss there before he's ascending with a ghostly brush of his lips over the sensitive surface. "I’ll take good care of you. You know that.”

"I’ve just.." It’s a breathy sound that comes from you. Causing you to sink your teeth into your tongue to block the myriad of sounds that battle for release. "I’ve never.."

Caleb cuts you off.

“But we talked about this, riiiight?" He reminds you with a muffled chuckle, nosing at the swell of your pussy to reveal your clit.

You could say you were unaccustomed to the touch of anything else but your own fingers. You could hardly think straight having this conversation.

"I know that."

Swallowing a lump back down, you keep your weight braced on your elbows to watch as Caleb buries himself between your thighs, teasing at your sensitive cunt.

His nose nudged against your folds, inhaling deeply like what he smelled was the best thing to ever exist, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Then, his tongue darted out, a hot, wet shock against your clit. You gasped, arching off the couch a bit instinctively.

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound against your skin, before settling in properly. One hand snaked up to grip your hip tightly, while the other finds your hand to hold onto. The gesture making you feel even more warm all over.

He winks up at you in a reassuring way, tongue rolling over his bottom lip before it darts out again to roll over your folds, gathering a taste that, until now, has been foreign against his eager taste buds. The amethyst of his irises glimmer with adoration and want.

Sometimes he wishes he had a photographic memory. Especially for moments like these.

Caleb was gentle at first. Then it was like a flip switched once he felt your hand pull his hair slightly, hearing your whimpers soon after. His movements became greedy, almost frantic. His tongue was everywhere—flicking and teasing against your aching clit, then diving deeper, lapping shamelessly at the slickness gathering there, tracing your folds with an intense focus.

The sounds were obscene in the otherwise quiet room: wet, slurping noises mingling with your choked whimpers and his own ragged breaths against your skin. He’d lifted his eyes just enough to watch your reaction, eyes dark with such lust at the way your face scrunched up in pleasure. A little smirk playing on his lips as he saw you unraveling beneath him. You felt embarrassed but it felt too good to tell him to stop.

"That’s it," he'd rasp between licks. "Tastes soo fucking good. All mine, too.”

You moaned at his possessiveness as he varied the pressure, sometimes swirling slowly, driving you mad with anticipation. Other times flicking rapidly, relentlessly until you were writhing and holding his hand tightly.

It’s like he knew exactly where to press, how hard to suck, how to use the edge of his teeth just enough to send jolts of electricity through your entire system. He was clearly taking his time. Your breath came in ragged pants, whimpers turning into low moans that you tried and failed to stifle while biting your lips. The pressure built relentlessly, a tight, coiling knot low in your belly, demanding release.

"Caleb…please…" you gasped, hips bucking against his mouth.

His answer was to plunge his tongue deeper, harder, sucking your clit fully against his hot mouth while his finger simultaneously worked inside of your sopping heat. Looking down through your hazy vision, you swore you could see him grinding into the couch subtly.

A low growl vibrated from his chest against your most sensitive flesh. "Make a mess again, Pips." his muffled words tipped you over the edge without warning.

A strangled cry ripped from your throat as your climax crashed over you, all-consuming, making your vision white as wave after wave pulsed through you, your inner muscles clenching uncontrollably around his invading fingers. Caleb kept licking and swallowing greedily through the shudders, pinning you down until your high wore off.

You laid there looking up at the ceiling until Caleb you heard his voice.

“Still with me? Here, let me help you up.” He asked with a lazy grin.

As soon as your face met his, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was sloppier than before, more heated if that was even possible. Almost like he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue.

He definitely did. Hoping the day that you take him into your mouth you’d do the same.

You found yourself straddling him again, this time taking the initiative to unbuckle his pants as you kissed.

“I-I can’t get it.” You pout with your caught between your teeth, eyes flickering between his and the space between you as you try your best to be remain seductive.

“Don’t give up. Go on, try.” Caleb says jokingly. He chuckles when you finally release him from the confines of his pants.

His gaze is somehow darker than before. Blown pupils, flushed cheeks, mouth parted slightly as he stares up at you like he can’t quite believe this is real and happening.

"We don't have to do this," he swallows, voice low, like it's scraping its way up from his throat. His eyes drop to your lips. "You’re sure?"

You nod. Maybe not totally sure, but sure enough. Your stomach is tight with nerves, dread and excitement curling in your gut at the thought of the pressure, the sting—but when you look at him, the way he’s waiting for your word like it’s everything, it’s worth it.

“I wanna do this,” you say quietly.

His grip tightens on your hips. Just a little.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Just breathe n go slow. I got you.”

You reach between the two of you, fingers trembling as you guide him to where you need him—tip nudging right where your body’s warm and ready and nervous. He keeps his eyes on yours the entire time, one hand sliding up your spine, the other still firm on your waist.

You lower yourself onto him slowly, a shaky inhale spilling from your lips as you feel him start to stretch you open, inch by inch. It’s not pain, not exactly, it’s pressure. Overwhelming and unfamiliar and a lot.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his head dropping back as he exhales through his nose. "R-remember, nice and slow, Pips."

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Is it supposed to feel like this?”

“Mmm-Mhm, you’re doing perfect,” he breathes, lifting his head again, purple eyes searching your expression. “You okay?”

You nod, jaw clenched.

“Keep going,” you whisper. “Please...”

He groans, low and guttural, as he helps guide you down the rest of the way, hips lifting just a little to meet yours. When you finally bottom out, your whole body goes still, breath caught in your throat, limbs trembling.

“There you go,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. “You did it. Knew you could.”

“Feels so full.”

“Yeah,” he huffs, brushing a kiss over your cheek. “Won’t move until you tell me to. Promise.”

You don’t expect the way it makes your chest ache. How gentle and attentive he is. Like you’re something fragile. Like you matter.

Like maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

If Caleb could hear your thoughts right now he’d call you silly and ruffle your hair. Of course you matter. You’re his entire world, and part of you knows that already.

Stilling for a moment, you adjust to the stretch, the fullness, his thick cock buried deep inside of you, twitching slightly with every shaky breath he takes. The feeling is foreign, but delicious.

Caleb doesn't move. He wouldn't dare, not when there was so much trust on the line. He would’ve been happy if you guys stopped after he ate you out or when you rode his thigh earlier. Would’ve been happy if you stopped after letting him kiss your neck.

His hands rub slow, absent circles into your skin, and his lips brush your collarbone like he's trying to ground you.

“Still good?” He asks again, voice barely above a whisper, like he’s afraid to break the moment.

“Mmhm..just…weird. A good weird.”

He smiles—barely there, but it softens something in his expression. “It’s gonna get better. Don’t worry.”

You take a breath, and then another, and then roll your hips just the tiniest bit. The movement pulls a gasp from your lips, and a sharp inhale from him.

“Oh—” his eyes flutter shut, head tilting back against the couch as he groans. “Baby…” He’s at a loss for words.

You do it again, a little more this time. Your hands plant on his chest, finding your rhythm slow and small,. Tentative rocks of your hips that make your thighs tremble and your head swim. It’s overwhelming and messy and nothing like what you imagined, but it’s him, and it feels right.

His grip shifts, one hand sliding to the small of your back to guide you gently, the other gripping your thigh tight like he’s holding back everything he wants to do.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, like he doesn’t wanna miss a single second. “So pretty like this.”

His praise goes straight to your stomach again and it makes the warmth there coil tighter. Your brows knit together, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you rock into him a little harder—his cock dragging slow and thick against that sensitive spot inside you, making your breath hitch.

“C-caleb,” you whisper, voice shaking. “Feels…better now.”

“Yeah?” his hands tighten on your waist. “Told you.”

He bucks up slightly, meeting your next roll with a soft thrust, not rough, not fast, but deep enough to make your body jerk and your nails dig into his chest.

You whimper, and that sound alone has him cursing again, jaw clenched like he’s barely keeping it together.

"Been dreaming about this.." he says, fingertips tickling the exposed skin of your hips. He presses a firm, lazy kiss against your jaw, his other hand interlocking with yours for an added bit of reassurance.

You make a mental note that he loves holding your hands during moments like this.

Your hips move on instinct now, chasing the way he feels inside of you, deep and warm and so good it's making your head spin. every roll of your hips sends sparks through your stomach, that tightening coil getting hotter and hotter the longer you keep going.

Calebs gaze stays on you, watching you like he's never seen anything so beautiful. Hand firm on your waist, guiding you, steadying you.

"Swear you were made for me." He whispers, voice ragged, eyes flicking between your face and the spot where you're joined for the first time ever.

Your breath hitches, lashes fluttering as you grip his shoulders, trying to stay anchored through the pleasure that’s starting to take over.

“Caleb,” you gasp, soft and shaky. “It feels… I don’t know—I think i’m gonna—”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I know, baby. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

He lifts his hips just slightly, pushing up into you at that perfect angle again and again, unhurried but deep, and it makes your thighs tremble. Makes your back arch. makes your whole body light up from the inside out.

And then it hits.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, stealing the breath from your lungs. You cry out, clutching him tighter, hips stuttering as your body pulses around him, every nerve ending on fire.

“Fuck,” he groans, holding you through it, hands gripping you like he never wants to let go. “Breathe, Pips…m’ so proud of you.”

You collapse against him, chest to chest, face tucked into his neck as you try to catch your breath. He strokes your back gently, rocking into you a few more times before you feel him still, his breath catching, hips pressing up tight to yours as he lets go with a soft, broken sound.

You’re both quiet after that.

Just the rise and fall of your breathing, your bodies pressed together, hearts thudding out of sync.

You don’t say anything at first. You don’t need to.

His hand finds yours. Fingers lacing. And he kisses your temple like he always does.

— ʚɞ

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[midgarangel]

⚚ 𓄧 | zayne ⤸

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FICS:

❥ smut & fluff! “nerdy!zayne series”

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ DRABBLES:

❥ smut! “overstim”

❥ smut! “dom zayne sub reader”

[midgarangel]

໒꒱ིྀ ˚. ᵎᵎ ᢉ𐭩 tutor turned bf

pairing: nerdy!zayne x pervert!reader

contents: mdni!!! smut, masturbation (f), implied virgin zayne, reader & zayne are in college.

words: 500 :( short ik.

authors note: my take on the nerdy zayne trope. i kinda wanna turn this into a short series bc i have sooo many ideas.

— ʚɞ

When you first met Zayne, he was tutoring you in anatomy and physiology. The moment you saw him, you thought he looked downright edible in his specs.

He wore baggy hoodies and sweatshirts adorned with your college's name, sometimes even wearing button down shirts with a tie. One time, you grabbed his bicep to 'steady yourself' (to feel him up) and you felt the hard planes of muscles hidden under his clothes that immediately gave you filthy thoughts.

From then on, you'd do anything to see that pretty blush that'd sometimes grace his defined cheeks, and it wasn't even a difficult thing to achieve. Really, most of the time calling him cute was enough to get him turning as bright as a tomato.

You always wore something low-cut and tight to your tutoring sessions, biting down on your lip and shamelessly pushing your cleavage together as you pretended to listen to him explain the skeletal system, your panties getting wetter and wetter the more and more he stumbled with his words.

When he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out on a date, he took you to a a museum. As you reached the exhibit that showcased a short film, you both sat down and until the final ten minutes you pretended to stretch and yawn, moving your hand to rest on his thigh.

Zayne stiffened in his seat, a bulge starting to form in his pants that you pretended not to notice, all the while drawing hearts on the inside of his thigh with your pretty nails.

When you two finally started going out officially, you could tell that he didn't have much experience with relationships. His kisses were clumsy and he kept apologizing if he was 'doing it wrong' and you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

The first time he let you into his dorm room, it was like his personality had been transformed into a bedroom. Sticky notes on the wall above his desk, navy blue bedsheets, book piles here and there, the smell of clean linen in the air. When he slipped off into the bathroom, you rolled around in his sheets, smelling his shampoo on his pillow, your hand drifting to rub yourself over your panties.

You giggled when you saw all the different boxer shorts neatly arranged in his drawer, grabbing a blue plaid pair and slipping them into your bag.

Later that night, you called him, wearing his boxer shorts, your arousal soaking them the moment you put them on. He answered in a groggy voice that caused another pang of need to go through your body. He’d been up late doing homework, explaining the subject of his essay while you simply 'Mmhm'ed and 'Oh?'ed at everything he said, too busy playing with yourself to pay any real attention.

You worked yourself closer and closer, picturing his hand was the one getting you off, thinking about what it'd be like to jerk him off with your favorite strawberry-scented lotion.

When you finally felt your orgasm rock through you, you bit down on your pillow to muffle the moans and the 'nngh!'s that escaped you.

And for the next ten-or-so minutes, you just listened to him rant about his classes, your hand still in his boxer shorts, a satisfied smile on your lips, thinking of all the ways in which you wanted to defile his innocence.

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

I will legit sell my kidney for another caleb n xavier fic 🫡

gears in my brain are turning..i’ll get to work rn ily <3🫡

[midgarangel]

"please? it's the only way i can fall asleep." ☆

you can hardly hear choso's words, they're muffled into the crook of your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his tone as clear as day. he always gets like this when he's been away... touchy. horny.

"i'm pretty sure i've seen you sleep standing up like a horse," you grumble, trying (and failing) to push the mass of body weight off you. "we just had sex, cho, i've got enough of you inside me as it is. we don't need to cockwarm."

you aren't wrong, he told you he's been 'saving up' for you, and it wasn't an understatement. he's only been away for a week, but you're almost bloating with what feels like a months worth of unspent cum inside of you. you'd think, if he weren't so insistent about keeping you all to himself, that he was trying to fuck a baby into you.

"even better," he lifts his head and looks down at you, his cock already hard again and pressing against your sore thigh. "i can... plug you up. keep it in."

"very unhygienic. do you know anything about PH?"

"what? i don't use that site anymore. it makes my stomach hurt. feels like cheating."

"no, i mean—" you blink up at your boyfriend. "wait, what?"

"why would i want to watch other people do those things? i'm not a cockholder."

"cuckold, baby."

"i'm not a cuckold."

you can't help the laugh that slips past your lips. it makes choso laugh too, though you're sure he doesn't know why the two of you are laughing.

laughter turns into kisses somehow, as it usually does, and then kisses quickly turn into a wet tongue trailing down the column of your neck. his tongue laves at the juncture of your throat and shoulder, slow and sloppy like it's new skin he's exploring and not the same flesh he's conquered ten times tonight.

"wanna fall asleep inside of you," he pleads. "i'll be so good, i won't move or anything. you'll hardly notice me."

well that's a fucking lie if you've ever heard one. choso is more than big, and has a tendency to force your body to tighten up around him in some twisted biological ploy to keep him inside of you.

still, the idea is appealing. you always find yourself melting into his pleads, especially since he asks so nicely... "fine," you groan. "okay. you can put it back in, but we are going to sleep."

"i promise," he practically moans already pulling one thigh open to fit himself at your entrance. "thank you thank you thank you."

despite having taken him countless times already, you still gasp at the stretch of him pushing inside of you. you wonder if you'll ever get used to it.

he drapes his weight over you once he's buried himself to the hilt and you let out a deep sigh in turn. you can only describe how well he fits inside of you as natural—like every inch of him was moulded to fit your heat without fail.

"see?" he whispers against your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck. "i could stay like this forever."

and for a little while, he does. he relaxes fully, the only indicator of him still being awake is the sweet hums he lets out as you card your fingers through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. and, despite his weight on top of you, relaxation takes hold quick, and you find yourself drifting off into the comfortable embrace of slumber.

until he moves, of course. his shoulders tense and his face scrunches up against your neck in obvious frustration.

"don't," you keep your eyes shut beneath him. "don't you dare."

he shifts against you, cock twitching where it’s locked deep inside. "but—"

"choso."

he groans pitifully and lifts his head just enough to look down at you. "i need to move."

"you promised," you crack one eye open to look at the flush decorating his cheeks, visible even in the low light. you try and keep a stern look on your face, but you're already shifting your hips in anticipation. "we need to sleep."

choso's forehead drops down to press against yours. he screws his eyes shut, looking a lot more distraught than need be. "i know, but i..." he swallows hard, and you can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, "...i wanna fuck you so bad."

[midgarangel]

nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.

“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”

his words stutter when you swallow around his tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”

your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.

“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.

you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.

“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”

you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”

he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.

nerdjo...hahahah.... nerdjo save me...

[midgarangel]

“you’re stitched into me. you pull, i bleed”

“you did this. you made me like this. you like me like this. don’t deny it.”

this is like the sweet treat i need after dinner holy shit Ari you’ve done it again..i need crazy caleb real bad!!!! add me to ur taglist for everything atp

Part 1. | Part 2. | Part 3. 🔞 ⚠︎ This story contains depictions of stalking, obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation, death, voyeurism, noncon. Reader discretion is strongly advised, especially if these topics may be triggering or distressing. Stockholm syndrome fears mc. The yandere Caleb erasure won't occur as long as I'm alive.

Neigbor!Caleb stares at your figure near the counter after he arrives at his office. The screens show the live feeds of your apartment, you're holding his tablet, the one he knows has every saved file. He had to rush to the main branch for an emergency protocol he needs to approve, leaving his tablet behind, an action he kind of regretted once inside the Farspace hallways.

Regret nonetheless soon turned into interest, Caleb loved looking at you. Loved you. Much more with the knowledge that you knew his password. His cheeks tinge a faint pink, his cock strains inside his pants.

Neighbor!Caleb whose breathing has turned erratic, shaky exhales fill his office as his hand rubs at his length fast, harsh, all while staring at your anxious face sitting on the couch, the aftermath of finding out how insane he is, how his love goes to crazy lengths all for you. He moans deeply, tongue tasting the blood from how hard he's biting the inside of his cheek.

You're staring at a wall when you remember the specific angle of a live feed from his tablet, and turn sharply to look at it. You see a potted plant he gifted you on the second day of meeting you. The scoff that pushes out of your throat is a mix between disbelief and unease. You keep staring until you see a matte cover in a very small camera.

Neighbor!Caleb breathes in shocked. Hand squeezing his tip. Arousal leaking, covering his fingers. You're staring at the camera he's precisely looking at. You look beautiful, completely unsettled, tired, his dream, his obsession. A whine crawls up, tumbling out of his open mouth just as you scoff at the camera, rolling his eyes back, the screen he's watching from gets covered in white streaks. His devotion all landing over the grainy faint blue-ish version of you staring back at him.

Neighbor!Caleb who arrives hours later. The sound of his keys in the lock snaps you out of your spiral. You have already closed the folder, dropped the tablet back to where it was hours ago, but a shiver runs down your spine, shaking your thoughts. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your teeth and ears.

Neighbor!Caleb strolls in, uniform damp from rain, removing the hat off his head, bags of takeout in his hand. "You ate yet?" His voice is calm, ordinary. He pretends as though nothing has shifted. You nod stiffly, but your mind doesn’t bend. You register every detail: the uniform he rarely wears, the casual mask stretched too thin. You refuse to flinch. If he’s going to pretend, then so will you. He must've rushed, you can count on one hand the amount of times you've seen him in uniform, never inside your apartment. Until now.

Neighbor!Caleb's approaches you, fingertips ghost over your cheek feather-light, as you shiver whether from the touch or the way your heart stops, you can’t tell. Fear and want blur together until they’re indistinguishable, crowding out your reason and instinct. Your breath stumbles. Thoughts clash.

Your stomach knots but you don’t recoil. Instead, you meet his gaze with steel. For a fleeting second, his smile falters. Then it’s back, steady, hungry. Caleb’s eyes drop to your lips as his hand tilts your chin up, deliberate, steady. "Let’s eat, Pips. I’m starving. Don’t know about you." Your mind mistakes his gaze for another kind of hunger.

Neighbor!Caleb chats about mundane things—the rainy weather, a noise in the parking lot near his office, how the store was out of your favorite tea. But every time his eyes scan your face, you feel the weight of his presence, the heat radiating off him, the casual brush of his leg against yours.

Neighbor!Caleb who after dinner leans in close, and murmurs near your ear, "Don’t stay up too late tonight. You know how I worry." You know—deep in your gut—that he knows. He’s always seen, you know he must've watched you see everything from other cameras, other angles, you no longer feel comfortable as you sit in silence.

Skin prickly, cold sweat coating your back. He turns as if the words were nothing, but you feel it, the claim, the control. And still, you don’t break. You reach out, grab his wrist, forcing him to face you. His grin returns, but it’s thinner now, edged with disbelief that you’d dare hold your ground. You reason he can't watch you if he's with you.

Things however escalate. Quietly, like a leaky faucet drip dropping that you keep forgetting to fix. Not sudden, never loud—just there, creeping in, and before you know it, the water is already seeping under the door. Slow enough that you almost convince yourself you’re imagining it when your feet are wet.

Neighbor!Caleb who has already hacked your phone—canceling plans you’d made before you can, deleting messages "by accident" answering your phone when you’re in the shower. "Wrong number." Your calendar moves appointments, hang-outs and daily reminders.

Scrolling through your phone checking. The weeks ooze by like poison. Missed plans that you never canceled. Calls you never saw. Friends pulling away, convinced you pushed them. Your notes rewritten. Your phone scrubbed clean, too clean. You know it’s him. The snake coils tighter. But you don’t collapse—you watch, you wait, patient.

Neighbor!Caleb keeps behaving like normal. Leaving stuff at your place, humming a song while he cooks, a song you were humming a day before while you showered, you stare at his back. But things aren't the same, you text less. You avoid his touch until you can't. Some nights hands grasp your thighs caressing, spreading you open, breathing heavier near your heat. And you give in, it's maddening. There's a pull in his touch, his unshakable obsession just like gravity.

Neighbor!Caleb keeps texting you. Your replies have grown fewer, slower—his never stop. When you scroll back through them, your stomach knots, your skin prickles. They begin harmless, almost sweet, but with each passing day they twist tighter, unraveling into something else entirely. His words peel back layer by layer, like a snake shedding skin—until all that’s left staring back at you is the thing underneath.

Caleb♡: Morning! :) how do you feel about going out for dinner today?

Caleb♡: Thought of you while I passed the café you frequent, ended up buying your fave pastries.

Caleb♡: Hey let me know when you're off work

Caleb♡: Are you too busy to reply? :(

Caleb♡: Pips? Im getting worried about you now.

Caleb♡: Can you atleast pick up the phone.

Caleb♡: If you don't reply, I'm coming to find you.

Caleb♡: Why aren't you home at this hour?

Caleb♡: You know how dangerous it is outside?

Caleb♡: Are you alone?

Caleb♡: Answer me.

You: Im home.

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Caleb♡: Morning, Pips. I couldn’t sleep. I kept hearing you breathe. Even when you weren’t here.

Caleb♡: I went to the café. Bought your pastries. They tasted wrong without you. Like they were poisoning me. Why would you do that to me?

Caleb♡: You should’ve answered by now. I know you’re holding the phone. I can feel it in your hand.

Caleb♡: You think I don’t notice your silence? Every second you ignore me, I can feel it cutting into me like glass.

Caleb♡: Stop punishing baby. Me. I love you.

Caleb♡: I’m outside. I see your curtains move. Don’t lie. Don’t pretend you’re not there.

Caleb♡: The street is empty. Too empty. Someone followed you, didn’t they? You let them. You let them watch you.

Caleb♡: Tell me who they are, Pips. Tell me before I make them disappear.

You: I don't know them. It's probably someone going back home too.

Caleb♡: Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to make me lose control?

Caleb♡: …You think you can run? You think distance matters?

𓇢𓆸

Caleb♡: Why aren’t you answering. Caleb♡: Why aren’t you answering. Caleb♡: WHY aren’t you answering.

Caleb♡: I can hear you breathing. I know the sound. Don’t lie.

Caleb♡: Every second you ignore me, I see red. Do you want me like this? Do you want to see what I’ll do?

Caleb♡: Pips, don’t you understand? You can’t leave. You don’t leave. You’re stitched into me. You pull, I bleed.

Caleb♡: I killed for you. Do you even realize what that means?

You: what? What do you mean Caleb. Killed who?

Caleb♡: The streetlights are flickering outside. They always do when I get close to you. Like even the world knows you’re mine.

Caleb♡: You did this. You made me like this. You like me like this. Don’t deny it.

Neighbor!Caleb comes back from work late into the night to find you sitting at his door, knees pulled to your chest, head bowed like you’re holding yourself together by threads. His boots echo down the hallway until they stop in front of you. He crouches, tilts his head, smiles like this is normal. Like you’re not seconds from tearing your own hair out.

Your head snaps toward him, eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched. Jenna’s email still burns in your phone—her approval of your indefinite long vacation, her lecture about "honesty" and "multiple reasons backing up the decision" how you should've known your body needed a break, a break you never even needed. Rage claws up your ribs, sharp and ugly, rattling your throat. You want to spit it in his face, scream until the entire floor hears: the cameras. Your phone. Your job.

The way your world has folded in on itself so gradually, you didn't notice how small it’s gotten—until now that there’s nowhere left to stand that he hasn’t already claimed.

One week without dinner with your friends turned into two and then it's been months. A missed shift turns into 'reasons' for your break. Your phone goes missing for a day, then two. You find it in the couch cushions but there are no new texts, no missed calls.

You snap "Cut the act." Your voice is raw, jagged. "You think I don’t know? The cameras. My phone. My job—" You shove yourself to your feet, trembling. "A break? Caleb? Really? You stole that from me. You think you get to decide what I need?"

Neighbor!Caleb's smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it smooths out—too calm, too steady. "But I didn’t steal anything" he says softly, like you’re a child throwing a tantrum. "I gave you time. Something you’d never give yourself. You’re welcome." Your throat burns with a scream, but he keeps going, voice low, deliberate. "You’d work yourself into the ground if I didn’t step in. And you’d keep letting people walk all over you, keep making choices that ruin you." His eyes flick over your face, studying, dissecting. "So yeah, I adjusted things. Because I actually care if you live through the year."

Neighbor!Caleb keeps you "company," distracting as the days blur together, a month passes since your 'vacation' started. He watches as you slowly let go of the lingering anger, something more thrilling simmering under, ever growing to his constant vigilance. He taunts you by making sure you leave your apartment as little as possible. Groceries? Delivered by him or a service. Need something from the store or pharmacy? He takes care of it.

You feel trapped. Every step outside is monitored. The doors lock by themselves. You start checking for options, ways out. Desperation clutches your mind, paranoia filters in your bloodstream.

But then, there are the deaths. Small enough to make the news but never the headlines—an accident here, an illness there. A delivery worker who "fell asleep" at the wheel after you asked for help, and he agreed. A neighbor who "slipped" on her own front steps after offering you help. It reminds you of that text he sent before admitting to it, reminds you of that friend from college, gone without warning after meeting with you. After meeting Caleb.

Your body reacts before your mind. Tears stream down your face, involving anyone means death now. Caleb has made it abundantly clear.

Neighbor!Caleb watches you from the shadowed corner of his office, heart steady but mind racing. The world outside? Dangerous, unpredictable, a chaos he’s spent years living in. Trying to shield you from it. Every person who got too close, who could pull you away, who whispered distractions in your ear—they weren’t rage or control. They were necessary removals, surgical strikes in a war no one else could see. You would understand soon.

Because if you leave him, if you slipped through his fingers, then what was the point of all this?

Neighbor!Caleb who doesn’t see himself as a monster. Monsters lose what they love, let the world have them. Caleb? He owns this love, like you own him. Sometimes, late at night on his office, just like now, he watches you sleep on the feeds. Soft breaths, unaware, vulnerable. You think the cameras are about control probably, but they're about care. About knowing you're safe, that no one is there to harm you.

Neighbor!Caleb knows he's not cruel. Not really. He’s a guardian. Your savior. His hands have done what they must—quiet, clean, invisible, steady. So as he's back from an excruciating shift, entering your apartment quietly, finding your sleeping form he approaches, his touch deliberate as he traces the lines of your now awake trembling form seeking for a reward, gratitude.

Neighbor!Caleb grins as you flinch, a sudden sharp intake of breath escaping your lips, a sound most would recognize as fear. But Caleb? He hears something else. "Shh" he murmurs, voice low and soothing "It’s just me, it's okay." Your eyes flicker wide, panic and anger flashing just beneath the surface. But his smile doesn't falter, interpreting the wild pulse of your heart as something far more intimate— excitement, anticipation.

Neighbor!Caleb feels your body stiffen pressed against him, caught between wanting to pull away and being held too tightly to move. To him, every shiver, every gasp is confirmation that you're caught in the same dark rhythm he’s been orchestrating all along.

Neighbor!Caleb whose hands grip your wrists firmly, but with a careful gentleness that only makes panic twist tighter inside your chest. You gasp sharply, eyes wide and wet, the sharp edge of terror unmistakable. Yet, in Caleb’s mind, that gasp isn’t fear. It’s something darker, something thrilling.

"Don’t fight it" he whispers, voice low and rough, a thread of possessive hunger threading through the calm. "You want this… I know you do." pushing his knee up bewteen your legs, feeling your damp panties.

Neighbor!Caleb starts kissing down your neck as your body trembles violently beneath his touch—part resistance, part something more fragile, raw, vulnerable. You try to pull away, but his fingers tighten, not cruelly, but with an iron certainty that you’ll stay. As your legs go over his shoulders, and he sheaths himself inside you so deeply your eyes clench close, mouth open in a silent moan, your mind wanders.

You think back on the videos he labeled favorites, the word favorites dances in your mind, hypnotic. Did he touch himself to you? how many times did he watch them? A whine slips from your lips without permission, his hands still. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and uneven.

"Fear and desire… they’re not so different, are they?" he murmurs. "You don’t need to be scared. You just need to feel."

Neighbor!Caleb who watches your pupils dilate, trapped somewhere between fury and something close to rapture, his smile twists—dark, satisfied. In that moment, you know, you've invited this madness in, both terrified and strangely alive, caught in a dangerous web woven by hands that claim to love you, but only know possession.

You can't outrun gravity, you know whatever is happening will only worsen with time. Overthinking ways out, plans that already clash with your heart yet align with your instincts. Just as blinding hot pleasure unravels inside you letting a cold thrill curl inside your chest after there's a single thought haunting your mind again as you stare back into Caleb's eyes above you.

A hunt is equal parts survival and performance.

◇

A/N: Behold: my ritualistic conjuring of Crazy Caleb. Am I overdoing it? Absolutely not. My friend however who valiantly beta-read this, now finally understands why I get so many ‘I love wtvr is wrong with you’ comments, but really I'm just experimenting with… narrative tension? Also, yes, I’ve rewritten this about fifty times. Fifty man. Every single time I thought, ‘Nope, too sane to post.’ who will you think I am??? Anyways I think next part will be the last one maybe, and yes… I’m already torturing myself working on it. (つд⊂)

As always comment what you think :)

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[midgarangel]

oh my godddffddd mmm going crazy over this

caleb/reader → mdni contains: rough sex, you get fucked in a chokehold, semi-public?, tinge of caleb being jealous & possessive, he threatens to put a baby in you 1x *not proofread! forgive me lolll*

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb who wishes you didn’t want to hide your relationship but lets it slide (for now), understanding your anxiety around telling his sister who you’ve been keeping the secret from. you never intended to fall in love with him, but how could you resist when it was so easy to do? the last thing you wanted was to be forced to pick between your closest friend and her brother who makes your mind, body, and soul thrive.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb is obsessed with you and does whatever he can (that you allow, admittedly. he’s such a simp lollll) to subtly express that you're his woman. it just makes him feel better. from the apple and fighter jet themed designs you get on your nails that he pays for to the glittery C keychain that dangles on your purse 24/7, it's a form of ownership that he's proud to see you sport.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb who doesn't quite get the memo sometimes that people truly do not know you're together. so when his sister introduces you to a guy from work during her birthday party and you're way too fucking polite, accepting his phone number in the guise of interest and smiling at some lame ass joke, he's genuinely surprised by his restraint as he helplessly watches the entire interaction from across the room.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb who can't let you go thinking for too long that he was unphased by what he witnessed. when you finally separate from everyone at some point to use the bathroom upstairs, he sneakily follows you after a carefully timed two minutes and forty-three seconds with quite a lot to get off his chest.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb wouldn't say a word at first after he made his way inside in the midst of you washing your hands, quickly turning the wide space into a shoe box with his large and imposing stature. your explanation for why you seemed to be entertaining that dude never gets to see the light of day when the click of the lock behind him echos, already sealing your fate.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb who has your dress flipped up and your panties at your ankles in seconds as he bends you over the sink and stuffs you full of his thick cock. you knew he saw everything, knew he'd get like this, knew he'd confront you. that's why your greedy pussy was so soaked and eager to squeeze him inside.

you wanna be a brat and push your luck in his face? then he doesn't give a damn about the volume of slapping skin, your pitchy choked moans, or the tears inked by your mascara that fall down your cheeks from how overwhelmingly good he feels within your tight walls. his forearm is curled with the perfect amount of pressure around your throat, chest pressed to your back, and he’s rutting into your dripping cunt with a message he seeks to ingrain inside and out.

you're both leaking with so much that it trails down your thighs, leaving a sticky mess that clings to his heavy balls before landing on the tile floor. he wishes you would try and clean up his hard work when he's finished. seriously, he wants you to. it'll give him a reason to leave you with even more when he puts it back where it belongs.

bestfriend'sbrother!caleb would make you look in the mirror at your flushed face, nearly ripping the material of your dress when he forces it down along with your bra so you two can watch your tits jump with every punishing thrust.

"look at yourself," he grunts, slamming into you roughly as you begin to drool. "you belong to me, yeah? yeah, you do. alllll mine. so keep fucking playin', pips. i’ll fucking ruin you, leave you with a baby to make sure it clicks if i have to. that's what you want? that’s the way we’re telling everybody?”

he's not pushing you too far nor is he being too cruel. because like the filthy girl he knows you to be, you arch your back despite the discomfort in shameless desperation for more and squeeze his bicep like an anchor. with a broken mewl, you beg, "hah, i w-want it ‘leb… harder... p-please..”

in that moment, it seems like you really are ready for everyone to know and hear who owns you. the erotic squelching when he fucks his cum deep for the first time tonight proves it and is more than enough motivation for him to fulfill that unspoken request..

A/N: not tagging my baes because i don't wanna annoy anyone since i justtt posted yesterday. idk if this is any good or if it makes sense, but it was really fun to write and “decorate” (i am just a girl), pretty quick, and i wanted to share soooo bad since it’s been on my noggin for like two days so yeah!!

creds to @/saradika-graphics for the button divider, @/cafekitsune for the mdni/reblog banner, & @/asiatic-apple for the username banner!

[midgarangel]

Have you played ff16?? There aren't many ff16 blogs out there, at least none that are active🙁

i haven’t yet unfortunately :( but i really want to. should i write some stuff for clive? idk if it’ll be any good though considering idk his character fr

[midgarangel]

could you write noctis x fem reader smut where you guys are getting nasty in his regalia

car sex w noct ۶ৎ

oral (m receiving), car sex, public risk but not really, dom!noct, teasing, slight choking, hair pulling, overstimmm, unsafe driving themes.

words: 1.1k

authors note: i had written something similar to this a while ago but this ones muchhhh better even though the ending was kind of rushed lol. thank u for requesting!!! <33.

— ʚɞ

The engine hummed low beneath you, smooth and powerful as Noctis guided the Regalia along the empty roads. Moonlight painting silver streaks over the hood. His left hand was loose on the steering wheel, but his right rested high on your bare thigh. Thumb making lazy circles just under the hem of your denim shorts.

It was past 1 a.m. The air was heavy with heat, thick with tension—but not because of potential monsters lurking in the shadows. No, it was something electric simmering in the silence between the two of you. The windows were cracked just enough to let in the salty breeze, but nothing was cooling the fire in Noctis’s gaze when he glanced at you sideways.

“You’re awfully quiet over there,” he murmured, his voice low, rough. “Cat got your tongue, baby?”

You turned your head, lips curling in a slow, sinful smirk. “Not yet,” you said, voice just shy of a purr. “But I can think of something that can busy it…”

Noctis’s jaw clenched hard. His grip on your thigh tightened, knuckles whitening.

“Yeah?” he muttered, already breathless from anticipation. “Don’t tease me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

But you were already unbuckling your seatbelt, sliding down, letting your fingers dance over the bulge pressing impatiently behind his jeans. He hissed through his teeth, eyes flicking from the road to you.

“Fuck,” he sighed, trying to keep his cool, both hands on the wheel now like it would ground him. “You’re really gonna do this? Right now?”

You popped the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down with slow, deliberate movements. “Eyes on the road, Prince.” you whispered, leaning in.

He lifted his hips just enough to help you ease his jeans and boxers down, cock springing free. Hard, thick, already glistening at the tip.

You gave it one long, lazy lick, from base to head, savoring the taste of him. Noctis groaned, his right thigh tensed under your hand.

“God, you’re insane.” he grunted, knuckles white on the wheel now, neck veins straining.

You smirked up at him, mouth wrapping around the head of his cock, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as you slowly took more. His breath hitched. You could feel him twitching against your tongue, barely holding himself together.

“Baby,” he gritted out, voice sharp. “You want me to crash this car?”

You didn’t answer. You just hummed around him, vibrating down his length, eyes fluttering closed as he hit the back of your throat. He let out a strangled noise, hips jerking up involuntarily, and you gripped his thigh tighter to hold him still.

“Don’t—don’t do that shit unless you’re ready to pull over and let me fuck you,” he growled. But the way his voice cracked told you he didn’t want you to stop. Not even a little.

You pulled back slowly with a loud pop, licking your lips, glancing up at him with eyes full of mock innocence. “Maybe I want you to.”

“Ahhh,” he snapped, fingers twitching like he was one second away from grabbing your hair and fucking your throat until you cried.

Instead, you dove back in, wetter, deeper, sloppier this time—your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach, twisting just right. You moaned again, letting spit drip down his length, making a mess just to watch his control unravel.

His hand finally left the wheel. It threaded hard into your hair, pulling tight—not to guide you, but just to feel. To stay tethered to reality while you pulled him closer to the edge.

He was panting now, thrusting just a little. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your eyes water. Enough to make you choke around him.

“God, your mouth—” he groaned, words slurring into a broken gasp. “You’re gonna make me cum all over your pretty face if you don’t stop.”

You didn’t stop. You sucked harder, hollowed your cheeks again, your tongue dragging over the vein under his cock as your hand pumped in time. You looked up at him through wet lashes, and that was it.

“Fuuuck—I’m—” he growled, hips stuttering.

He didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t need to.

You felt him pulse on your tongue, spilling hot and thick down your throat. You swallowed it all, like the good girl he always says you are, smiling just a little as he trembled under your touch, his head thrown back against the drivers seat, teeth bared in a silent curse.

When he finally looked down, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, he looked like he might murder you—or fuck you into oblivion.

Maybe both.

“You better believe I’m pulling over,” he muttered, already yanking the wheel into the nearest turnout. “I’m not letting you walk away from that without getting fucked.”

And judging by the heat pooling between your thighs, you weren’t about to argue.

With the regalia parked and not a soul around, he leans across the centre console, pushing you back against the door, his mouth crashing down onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss that tastes of desperation.

Noctis’s hands are rough, impatient, yanking at your clothes. Your top comes off first, fumbling with the clasp of your bra with one hand while the other shoves your shorts down and off your thighs. The gear shift digs uncomfortably into your hip, but the discomfort is lost in the sudden, overwhelming surge of his need.

"Back. Now." He whispers against your lips. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, his face flushed.

With a giggle you make your way into the backseat and Noctis is right behind you.

He doesn't wait for permission, already slick with pre-cum and your spit from just a minute ago. You straddle him, his hands instinctively grab your hips.

The confines of the car make it brutal and raw as he slams up into you. Your legs are cramped, your back pressed against the seat behind you, but the sheer, animalistic intensity of it is intoxicating.

He fucks you with the same aggressive, relentless energy he would display if he was fighting off those monsters that are out at this time of night. Fast, hard, taking what he wants. Each thrust making the car rock slightly on its suspension.

"Fuckkkk," he groans, burying his face in your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder as he pounds into you. The scent of him, sweat, sea salt, his cologne, is overwhelming. You cling to him, nails digging into the tough fabric of his black tee your own cries muffled against his skin.

It adds to the raw, illicit thrill. But he pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, a wild, triumphant smirk on his lips.

“Finish what you started, baby. It’s your turn.”

“Noctttt…” you started to protest. Your legs burned, but it felt too good to stop now. So you kept moving your hips slowly.

"This is for teasing me," he pants.

His words had you squeezing around him, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. Suddenly you stopped when you felt his hand snake under your tummy, his fingers rubbing your clit.

He stayed still as you clenched around him, the wet sound of your slick filling the empty air in the car.

“Please move..I-I can’t,” you cried into his neck. Noctis lifted your chin, regretting it almost immediately when he saw how desperate you looked back at him.

“Are you gonna learn something from this?” His restraint was dwindling down with every nod of your head.

“Yes! I promsie i’ll be good from now on, ‘just wanna be fucked Noct.”

He cursed, holding onto you from the curve of your waist as he started thrusting into you.

The pressure in your stomach was building fast and it was becoming harder to stay quiet with each stroke of his cock against your velvety walls. With your hips meeting his—and the pretty little sounds coming from your mouth, Noctis’s head rolled back against the seat as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

His fingers moved faster over your clit, as you came with a cry of his name. He watched you tremble and shake, his thrusts turning sloppy as he pulled out, painting your cunt with his cum.

“God,” he groaned, still gripping his base as he continued to tease your entrance.

“Why didn’t you finish inside me?” You pouted. “

“We’ll save that for when we get home.”

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

bsf caleb doesn’t want you to get “all messy.”

nsfw, minors dni, caleb x fem!reader, heavy sexual tension, finger sucking, more than friends.

#inspired by the beach banner :p yes caleb & zayne came home i’m a happy girl.

—ʚɞ

Your friends were running around in the sand playing volleyball in the heat of the sun, while you and Caleb both made excuses to stay on the blanket for a minute, saying you were tired. The truth was, neither of you could stand being too far from each other.

Caleb had insisted on grabbing you fresh fruits from the stand near the pier. The ones that came in a little container. He knew you’d love them, quickly dropping the box in your lap. You were so busy smiling at him you barely managed to say thank you.

You dug your fingers in without a second thought, biting into the soft fruit and letting the juice slip down your wrist. You knew you were being a little messy on purpose. Because you liked how Caleb was looking at you.

How he tried to act unbothered, but his eyes kept tracking every movement, every bite you took. He couldn’t help but stare. In his eyes you were so painfully pretty even when you were a mess. Maybe especially when you were a mess for him.

“You’re making a disaster of yourself, you know,” he chuckled, trying to hold it together, but something about your sticky fingers had his chest feeling tight. He had no idea how he was supposed to look away from that.

“Sooo what?” you teased back, voice sweet as you popped another bite into your mouth, “It’s yummy.” You licked your lips with exaggerated slowness, just to see if he’d react to it. and he did. Oh, he definitely did. At this point his brain was literally short-circuiting.

You wiped your wrist on the little napkin he’d brought, but your fingers were still slick, and you glanced over at Caleb with a sheepish smile.

“Guess i’m still messy,” you sighed, holding your hand up.

He stared for a moment too long, swallowing hard. Messy. God, that word felt dangerous with you. Caleb wanted to kiss you so bad he could taste it, almost taste the mango on your tongue, the salt on your skin. But instead, he took a deep breath. Preparing himself for what he was about to do.

“Give me your hand…” he murmured, already leaning closer, purple eyes locked on yours. You hesitated, blinking, a flicker of something hot running through your stomach.

“Why?” you played dumb, heart thumping like crazy.

“So you don’t get sand all over you, silly.” He took your wrist before you could answer, and you nearly gasped when he pulled your fingers between his lips.

Slowly, deliberately, Caleb sucked the sweetness off like he was starving, tongue warm and soft against your flesh, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You felt your entire body go still, frozen except for your pounding heart.

He felt your pulse stuttering under his tongue, felt your thigh tense against his where you leaned in closer. Calebs eyes were half-lidded, heavy and dark, and you felt every inch of your skin burn with a desperate, aching want.

He tasted the sugar off your skin like it was the only thing that mattered, his tongue brushing the creases of your knuckles with carefully. You both knew friends didn’t do this, didn’t look at each other like they were ready to devour every inch of one another.

You bit your lip, watching him clean your fingers, your whole body tingling as he took his sweet time with you.

“Caleb…” you whispered, but there wasn’t really anything to say.

“Gotta keep you clean, right?” he teased, but even his voice sounded shaky now, pupils blown wide, eyes flicking to your lips for just a second too long, before diving right back in.

“R-right,” you breathed, your cheeks hot and heart hammering. Like that explained everything, like that was the only reason he’d done it. You both knew it wasn’t though.

His mouth left your fingers with a soft pop then, and you realized you were holding your breath.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, voice so small you barely recognized it.

He gave you a small nod, trying to steady himself. “Yeah. Anytime.”

He had almost given in, almost leaned forward to devour you like the mango in your hands. But he stayed still, forcing himself to breathe, to remember you were in public. Tara and Gideon were only a few meters away, oblivious to the problem in Calebs swim shorts from watching you lick your fingers.

And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, because you wanted to feel it again. To feel him again. You picked up a small bite of dragonfruit, offering it to him this time.

“Wanna taste?”

He hesitated, just for a second, then leaned in, lips brushing your fingertips as he took the fruit from you. And the look in his eyes when he swallowed it down, nearly undid you.

“Don’t waste any,” he warned, feeling his breath across your cheek, “Or i’ll have to clean you up again.”

Your body was still burning, his eyes never leaving yours and you just smiled, because there was nothing else you could do except keep pretending it was all just a game to him.

—ʚɞ

pt3 of my bsf caleb drabble (that i have yet to come up with a title for 😭) is coming super soon i promise.

ik i haven’t written for lads a whole lot but if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for future caleb/other interests fics lmk!!

taglist ᢉ𐭩: @dayboundpapercrane @weird-mumbling @angelouu @elegantangeldisgrace

[midgarangel]

GIRL WHAT you like slushy noobz!?!? I love your new theme 🫰🏻 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

i love hamzah and martin!! also thank youuu i’m still working on it. i’m being lazy rn and i don’t feel like changing anything else tbh

[midgarangel]

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ masterlists

! final fantasy fics

cloud strife | sephiroth | zack fair | noctis

! lads fics

caleb | zayne | xavier | rafayel | sylus

! rdr 2 fics

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[midgarangel]

gonna spend all day working on my theme!!! hopefully it turns out nice :3

[midgarangel]

skin

caleb x femreader | so uh this one is nasty. spit, desperation, pussy and ass eating. body worship. lots of rimming and fingering. caleb gets off the entire time | minors dni

listen to skin by mac miller while reading. peak experience.

all things considered, caleb should be asleep right now. it was late into the night, only a few hours until his alarm should be blaring into his ear. he was never one to indulge in late night cravings, mostly because it only ever keeps him awake and goes against his own personal diet.

naturally, the same rules apply to you. he’s always lovingly scolded you when he’d catch you scampering around for scraps, once doing a double take when he caught you in the shredded cheese at 4 in the morning. he knew you never listened but it was just in his nature to chastise you when he caught you going against him.

it was late. your stomach was keeping you up. even if you were a grown adult who could make your own decisions, you still had that caution weighing over your head as you crawled out of bed. he’d never actually get on your case about some stupid rule that carried over from childhood days but regardless, you weren’t in the mood for an earful.

the floorboards creak the same annoying way they always have, earning a few curses under your breath. tiptoeing was always useless in old houses like this one, the faintest weight more than enough to set off the wood.

the sneaking around wasn’t necessary, seeing as though a pair of tired eyes meet yours the second you flip the light switch on. overhead chandelier lights flicker on, illuminating the kitchen in a warm glow. caleb, clad in wrinkled pajama pants and an old highschool hoodie, stares right back at you like a deer in headlights.

it’s not often that you get to catch caleb off guard these days, so his bewilderment brings a sleepy giggle out of you. eyes wide, half eaten poptart cradled in one of his big hands, hair sticking up every which way.

“you’re the worlds biggest hypocrite,” you snicker, feeling a sick sense of victory from catching him doing exactly what he advises you not to do. he moves aside when you approach him, clearing your path to the pantry. “i’m never letting you live this down.”

“i’m only human,” he snickers past his initial surprise, sinking his teeth into the blueberry pastry, defenses weak and voice raspy with exhaustion. “this is the last one, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

a hum is all you give in reply, snatching the girl scout cookies that were nestled on the top shelf. they were caleb’s most recent apology gift after another late night, his overtime dampering a planned movie marathon. they weren’t your favorite kind but it was all he could grab in a hurry on his way home that night.

you swivel to hop and sit on the kitchen island, parallel to where caleb has his hip propped against the counter. he watches you with lazy interest as you tear the packaging open, snorting at the scowl you give at the cookies.

“i’ll eat ‘em if you don’t want them.”

he knew you’d react with a glare and he laughs when you follow through, eyebrows furrowed when you tilt your head up, locking onto his with silent denial.

“or not.”

silence falls between you two, comfortable in the same way as a weighted blanket and a fireplace. caleb has been out of the house more frequently and it felt like a rare moment of quality time, one that you didn’t want to ruin with more teasing about his inability to follow his own law.

he catches you staring, unsure what to think of your curious gaze. he crumbles the foil wrapper of the poptart before throwing it out, returning back to his spot in front of you, stepping closer to cage you into the kitchen island.

the invasion of personal space is sudden, yet not exactly unwelcome. years upon years of living with caleb, of being side by side— his mood is hard to pinpoint. he’s not abiding by his own personal rules, he’s quiet.

“is something wrong?” you poke the bear with a gentle nudge of your foot against his calf. the crumbs of cookie you were nibbling on get lodged into your throat, almost choking on them as he grabs your thighs within the blink of an eye. strong hands kneading at the meaty flesh, eyes unreadable.

his head ducks down, forehead resting on top of yours. “do you miss me when i’m gone?” he breathes, almost shaky in the way he exhales against your chin.

your silence almost brings a smile to his face, one of those few times he’s managed to render you speechless.

“because i miss you. all i’ve done this week is miss you, wonder what you’ve been doing, wishing i could be in your space.”

no time is given to answer his question, caleb’s knees buckling to rest on the hardwood floors. a hand is running up the cotton fabric of your tshirt, one of his old basketball tees that you made into a sleep shirt. he’s far from surprised to be met with a pair of panties, face level with your clothed cunt.

“of course i miss you,” your words come out rushed, brain half asleep and struggling to make sense of it all. he’s always been a bit impulsive but this was different, a need and desire so suffocating that even you can feel it. it comes off of him in waves, intensifies when he hikes the back of your knees over his shoulders.

the feeling of his nose nudging you through the fabric has you sighing, slow to react, hesitant to lay a hand on top of his head. he inhales sharply, sniffing the wet patch forming, the action making your cheeks burn in utter shame. “caleb, c’mon…”

your pleas fall upon deaf ears, his lips gentle in the way they kiss your cunt. slow, needy, taking his time. the fabric sticks to your wet lips and he nudges his nose against it, nipping softly at the bud of your clit protruding through the soaked gusset. impatience fills you and you can’t help but huff, hands flying to dip into the waistband and peel your panties down yourself. his tongue seeks you out immediately, almost akin to a magnetic pull.

long drags of his tongue start from your creamy hole, gliding up your folds, tip of his tongue catching at the hood of your clit. you jump and he snickers in turn, hands fishing to spread your thighs out further for access.

performative and loud sucks echo against the cabinets, you almost think he’s playing it up on purpose. those doubts are silenced when you catch sight of his shoulder bouncing, his wrist flicking. slick sounds fill the air and it only occurs to you then that he’s getting off to this, jerking his cock to your taste and whimpers.

fat globs of spit and translucent essence mix and slide between your thighs, tongue lashing against your cunt as if he has festering anger that needs released. there’s no calculation or technique behind it yet this is the fastest he’s ever gotten you to that delicious edge, hands seeking to cradle his face, unsure of where to find leverage. they roam his hair, the span of his skull, scratching and pulling at soft strands in their path.

his eating is a distraction, too high on the ecstasy to notice the way he’s travelled lower. a gentle bite to the globe of your ass makes you jerk, digging one of your heels into his scapula in retaliation. “you’re an ass!”

a muffled chuckle is all you’re offered before he’s traveling dangerously close to your asshole. puckered and begging for attention, caleb was never good at ignoring pretty things that needed taken care of. it’s only right for him to gather spit, to trace your slippery labia with two fingers at the same time as his spit lands on your hole.

it’s nasty, your jaw dropping at the sheer audacity. most of you wants to fight against it, to squeeze your thighs shut and send him to his room. still, that anticipation fills you whole and it’s hard to argue against a man who’s sinking two long fingers deep into your needy pussy.

“what’re you..” you trail off and he sighs in amazement.

“shh.”

his tongue pushes past the resistance of your rim with a lewd pop, glossy with heaps of spit. your eyes can’t decide whether they want to cross or roll back into your skull, hot pleasure overwhelming every sense. the thrill of being caught so off guard forces your back to arch off of the cold surface, heels digging into his shoulders.

“caleb!” you shriek, broken moans and panicked whimpers stumbling past your lips. the sound only spurs him on, groaning in protest against your twitchy hole as you push at his forehead. “no, no. not there.”

any protest that leaves you is betrayed by your body, cunt leaking a river of arousal onto the tip of his nose as he fucks his tongue into the tight muscle of your ass. every fiber of your being is begging him to keep going, greedy hole drawing him in and sloppy pussy crying for his cock, denial be damned.

“please let me stay,” he pants, urgent, as if you’re cutting off his oxygen supply. “shit, it’s so good. i’ll make you cum, i promise. just let me stay.”

you squeal that it’s gross, forbidden— yet he just couldn’t disagree any less. not a single inch of you could ever be disgusting in his eyes. you are his vision of desire and need, beauty in the eyes of the beholder. the feeling of his lips suctioned to your untouched hole was one that you were fighting.

a lost cause from the start, it was impossible to run from. the stretch that his tongue provided, hitting places you’ve never felt on your own. fucking you in both holes, fingers long enough to delve and search for your special spot. too much at once yet so blindingly good. stars litter your vision with every blink, mindless. your body nearly slips off of the kitchen island in your daze, slouched too far.

he catches you. he always manages to catch you, free hand pinning you to the sticky granite countertop, a weak preventative measure. that instinct to take care of you will always overrule his lust, even if his brain is clouded with fog.

“see?” caleb pants as he pulls away, face so messy with saliva, lips glossed and cheeks streaky. they’re blazing with a rosy hue, the first thing you notice when he pulls back to meet your gaze. “look at how much you love it. you’re soaking me, honey.”

there simply was no denying it. the proof was clinging to his face like syrup, it was dripping off of the tabletop edge and onto the hardwood floors. lying and pretending couldn’t cut it anymore— you did love it. you loved caleb seeking deep within himself and satisfying his most filthy fantasies using your body, using your pussy and ass.

“i love you,” he moans, dragging his face back up to your weeping cunt. the fat folds of your pussy shield your most sensitive spots from him but he never gives up in the face of a challenge. he sucks them, pushes right past the soaked lips with ease. “i need you closer.”

oh, he couldn’t get any closer than he already was. tongue buried so deep that his nose is pressing into your mound. he was insatiable, cock leaking and hot to the touch. the sight, the whines spilling from his throat, it was too much.

your moans sound like a broken record, nonstop since they started. he shakes his head between your thighs like a dog and you swear, your pussy gushes cream right onto his frantic tongue, showing him interest and appreciation alike.

shivers run down your spine as you cum, sudden and without warning. it feels as though it was lured out of your body, every muscle tensing up. you cry out into the quiet night at the same time as he groans into your flesh, hot cum shooting from his raw tip, his seed spilling down his knuckles.

shared breaths leave the air thick, languid in the way he pulls away from your twitching cunt. the warmth of his skin earns a gasp from you as soon as he rests a heated cheek against your thigh, eyes starry and filled with wonder. they trace every curve and dip of your face, eyes heavy and unfocused.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles between deep exhales, placing an apologetic kiss to your knee. “i didn’t freak you out, did i?”

the look in his eyes tugs at your heart, feeling blissed out and in need of a shower. the counters are filthy, his face wet, your thighs sickeningly sticky. he’s created a mess single-handedly yet all you can do is smile right back down at him.

“stop,” you coo in that sweet tone he plays on repeat in his own head, lovesick smile taking over his entire face. one of your hands lands in his messy hair and he leans into it, nuzzles against your palm. “how could i ever be freaked out about you missing me?”

he gives you a sheepish look and it’s almost hard to believe that this was the same man who jumped you within seconds, who just had his tongue and fingers in both holes at the same time. caleb was an enigma of a man but loving him was worth it when he loved so deeply.

[midgarangel]

watch for a while

synopsis: caleb won’t let you take care of him, but he will let you watch. 

tags: masturbation, he uses his bionic arm to pretend it’s you, heavy scent kink, he is weird, panty sniffing/licking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fake bondage (really tight bedsheets), finger sucking pairing: caleb x fem reader word count: 1.6k

a/n: i had no intention of writing about underwear again but i saw something related in a show and the parasite took over my brain

“I’m so tired,” you moan, trudging into the kitchen and headbutting Caleb's broad back. 

A chuckle flows through him, mixing with the sound of a knife chopping through fresh fruit. “I told you not to stay up all night. But did you listen? No,” he drawls. “Every time, it’s always ‘Caleb doesn’t know anything,’ ‘Caleb’s so strict,’ ‘I can do what I want.’ How’s that workin’ out for you?” 

Grunting, you poke his spine and turn him to face you, revealing his teasing grin. “Today’s my day off! I had to make the most of it.”

“If ‘making the most of it’ means wakin’ up at noon. Here,” he offers, holding out a plump grape. “Get some water, too. I’ve heard binging a show for 8 hours straight causes dehydration.” 

“Feed it to me. Too lazy,” you mumble, parting your lips to give him access. 

A tinge of pink blooms across his cheeks, but he clears his throat resolutely. “M’kay. Hold still.” Stepping closer, he gently lays the fruit on the pad of your tongue, chest constricting when your tired eyes sparkle up at him. But before he can retreat, you close your mouth around his fingers, suckling and releasing them with a cheeky pop. 

Giggling at his baffled expression, you chew and swallow so you can speak again. “Thank you,” you sing, standing on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips. “I feel better already.”

Hoping he’ll let your prank slide without taking revenge, you nuzzle into his chest, pressing another kiss to his heartbeat. But as you sidle up to him, something hard and heavy brushes against your lower belly. 

Your head snaps down before he can stop it, and a laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. “Seriously? Just from that?” 

Caleb scoffs, but his darkening blush betrays him. “You caught me off guard. You weren’t playing fair.” 

“Aw,” you pout, reaching up to pinch his flushed cheek. “I didn’t know there were rules right now, I’m sorry. Why don’t I help you fix it?” Even through his clothes, your hand leaves a burning trail down his abdomen, but he captures it before it can claim its prize. 

“No,” he says firmly, eyes narrowing into slits. “You’re tired, remember?” 

You grin at his stern refusal. “I’m more than awake now, I think.”  

Grimacing, he tightens his grip and lifts your hand from his body. “You showered when you woke up, right? You’re already clean, and you go back to work tomorrow. I’ll take care of it myself, just…go rest.” 

The pout on your face is real, now. You scan his face, taking a cautious step back. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

His eyes widen in guilty understanding. Shaking his head, he follows you and lifts your chin. “What I want and what you need are two different things. How could I be the reason you’re fallin’ asleep at work tomorrow?” 

“But what about what I want?” you mutter, furrowing your brow in disappointment. “I want to help.” 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “You don’t have to—”

“Want to.”

His eyes travel down your frame, freshly showered and clad in clean pajamas. What a pity it’d be to ruin them. “Fine. Just…let me think.”

Moments later, Caleb had gathered you in his arms and made the short trip to your bedroom, shifting your weight to one side so he could pull your sheets back with the other. He’d laid you down gently, like a fragile flower, and tucked you in against the headboard—tight, so you couldn't slip out from under the covers without him noticing.

And there you sit, twiddling your thumbs as he rifles through your laundry. What is he looking for? 

A flash of a familiar pattern catches your attention. He’s turned to his side, but you can see how he’s looped the fabric through his fingers, holding it with a wicked sort of reverence. He stretches the thin cotton in his hands, and you gulp. 

“I wore those to the gym yesterday.” Your voice is barely a whisper. 

“I know.” 

He’d fished them out with confidence. As if he’d done this before. 

You don’t have long to dwell before he’s dragging your desk chair to your bedside, letting the sky blue fabric fall across his lap as he takes a seat. Your eyes lock for a moment, electricity crackling in the air, and something in your gaze begs him to keep going. 

Always obliging, he slips a hand under his sweatpants. The outline of his knuckles pokes through the material, and the way they flex around his length makes you shudder with anticipation. 

You’re not left waiting long. His cock is red and angry in the cool air, translucent fluid spilling from the swollen tip. He palms the base gingerly, as if his desire is hot to the touch. 

In bed, your hands are balled into eager fists. 

When he manages to speak, his voice is hoarse. Like he’s forcing it out, like he’s seconds from unraveling. “You can tell me to stop, if…”

“I want to watch.”

He snaps his eyes shut, failing to suppress the moan that falls from his lips. When he blinks them back open, their only focus is you. 

His chest heaves as he holds your gaze, his ragged breaths filling the room as your panties return to his fingers. He only looks away when he lifts them to his face—he has to, with the way his eyes roll back.

Just a few feet out of reach, Caleb inhales long and deep, chest expanding as he fills himself with your scent. Below, he drags his palm over the veins of his cock, tugging roughly with his right arm.

He can’t feel himself that way, can he? Unless…

Unless he’s pretending it’s you. 

Your breath hitches, but you’re pulled from your thoughts by a soft groan. 

The sight before you is obscene. Caleb, drunk on your scent, precum dribbling from his flushed tip. His hips buck into his hand from the thrill of your lingering essence. 

All while you’re laid up in bed like a princess. 

Slick pools around your heated center. Mindlessly, you squirm under the covers, only thinking of how badly you want to feel him. “Let me help. Please.”

He moves the fabric just slightly. Still close, but enough for his refusal to ring clear. “Stay right there, all pretty for me,” he breathes, slowing his desperate strokes to a lazy pace. “You don’t have to lift a finger. Look at what you do to me—this is more than enough. Just stay there, baby. Stay still and watch me.” 

Scrambling for a rebuttal, you stammer in protest. “But you…i-it’s not the same. It can’t be. It can’t feel as good without me, please.” 

“You’re here with me, baby,” he soothes, giving himself a gentle squeeze. “Can almost taste you. Wanna see?”

Sunset irises trained on yours, he shifts your panties in his hand, exposing the strip that’d covered your pussy just hours ago. His pink tongue peeking out is your only warning. 

With a lewd groan, he licks a slow stripe up the soiled fabric, his filthy stare binding you further to the bed. 

A whimper rips from your throat as you squeeze your thighs together. “Caleb—”

“Hmm?” His eyes flutter closed with a blissed-out chuckle, and he sucks the cotton into his mouth. His cock, engorged and begging for release, twitches under his firm grip. 

Your heart nearly bursts from how much you need him. Taking advantage of his distraction, you almost wriggle free unnoticed, but the loosening of the blanket makes a soft rustling sound. 

Burning eyes snap open and lock onto yours. “Don’t move.” 

Your body tenses as you debate disobeying him. How easy it’d be to kick free from the rest of the covers, rushing over and taking him into your mouth. 

Somewhere in your deliberation, he’d begun circling his thumb around his tip, hissing at the agonizing sensitivity. He draws in a staggered breath. “You want me to finish, yeah? Won’t be able to if you move. Need to watch you watchin’ me,” he murmurs, trembling as his peak nears. “You want to help me? Then stay.” 

Desperate authority laces his voice, as if he’s commanding you to send him over the edge. And when you sigh your relent and sink back under the sheets, settling your longing gaze on his jerking hips, you know you’ve lost. 

Moaning his approval, he shifts your panties into his busy hand, wrapping them around his spasming cock with two rough, final strokes. Thick spurts land on the light blue fabric, staining it further in a milky white. You whine at the waste, grieving how good it’d feel inside you. 

For a second, his head lolls back while he catches his breath. Then, half-lidded eyes search your quivering form, relief and a slight smirk dawning on his sweat-slick face. Slowly, he tucks himself back in, chuckling when you lurch forward in protest, and heads to the bathroom to clean himself.

The whole time the shower runs, you're rubbing your thighs together under the blanket. 

He returns with a satisfied smile and a change of sweats, his dog tag dangling over his bare chest. But where Caleb is sated, you’re anything but. 

You’re on him as soon as he crawls in beside you, panting and pawing at his exposed skin. 

“Hmm? What is it?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips. 

“I know…” You swallow. “I know you wouldn't let me help you. But, um…maybe you could help me, now?”

[midgarangel]

caleb & voyeurism…walk with me

voyeur/neighbor caleb

caleb is pervy, reader is kind of oblivious, flirting, pet names, he watches you in the shower, masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, shower sex, slight fluff, caleb answers the door when your date knocks.

words: 2.4k

authors note: walk??? i’m running w you anon. i’ve been wanting to write voyeur caleb so tysm for requesting and reading my mind lmao. <3

— ʚɞ

“What’s the problem now, Pips?” Caleb answered the phone, opening a bottle of water as your sweet voice sounded on the other line.

“My shower is out!” You whined, adjusting the white fluffy robe around your body.

“Well, what’s wrong with it?” Caleb knew exactly what was wrong with it, he’s the one who messed it up last time he was there so he had a reason to come back.

“I twisted the knob for it to turn on, but I think the handle is loose..” You explained.

Caleb hummed, getting up from his couch. “I’ll be down in five.”

He lived in the same apartment building as you, It wasn’t long before you heard his footsteps outside of your door, opening it before he could knock.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that?” He motioned towards your pre-shower ensemble. You whispered a ‘No..’ dragging him in by his large arm.

“I have to be ready in one hour!” You were frantic as Caleb followed behind you, his eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“It’s nearly seven o’clock, where are you off to?” You moved aside to let him through, taking a seat on the edge of the sink counter.

“My friends set me up on a blind date, ‘said they were tired of me being single..so.”

He couldn’t help the way his jaw ticked. “A blind date, huh? is he picking you up here?” He set his toolbox down as he got on his knees.

“Yeah, he insisted on doing so, too. Which I thought was a little weird but..it’s okay I guess.” You shrugged, crossing one leg over the other.

Caleb looked back, the opening of your robe exposing your bare legs and thighs. Thankfully, you were too distracted by something else to see Calebs tongue glide over his bottom lip.

“So..uh, tell me about this guy..”

Caleb let you ramble on, feigning interest as he learned your date was just an arrogant asshole. Fortunately, you had a habit of veering off track when it came to having conversations, which lead to you now telling him about a recipe you saw online.

“I’ll make it and you can come over and taste test it, how does that sound?”

Caleb nodded, though he would much rather taste test something else.

“I think that sounds great.” He sat up, tossing the last tool in his toolbox with a clank!

“Alright, moment of truth,” Caleb twisted the shower knob, and sure enough the water came out perfectly.

You hopped off the counter, not realizing your robe had come undone a little bit. The valley of your breasts were peeking through, the sight making Caleb let out a breath.

“Thank you!” You grabbed his hand and helped him off the floor.

“It’s no problem, really.” The man in front of you shamelessly stared at your chest, your eyes following his. You gasped at the amount of cleavage that was out, spinning around to cover yourself up.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that happened!” You covered your face in embarrassment as Caleb laughed to himself.

“I’m not complaining.”

He walked around you, making you topple forward a bit when he landed a playful smack on your backside. If it was anyone else, you would’ve kicked them out of your apartment with a threat to make a police report..but it was Caleb, so you offered him your fridge instead.

“You can take whatever you want! I’ll be out in a sec!”

Taking you up on your offer, he grabbed some apple juice that you specifically bought for him whenever he’d visit. Cracking it open, he took a sip, reaching for his phone in his pocket only for it not to be there.

“Shit.” He put the cup down, checking the rest of pockets.

Realizing it must be in the bathroom, Caleb cursed under his breath when he heard the shower running.

“Pipsqueak?” You couldn’t hear him over the water, your eyes screwed shut as you washed your hair. Opening the door slightly, Caleb peeked in and saw his phone on the floor. He swallowed thickly, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses.

Don’t look up, don’t look up, don’t look up, Caleb chanted in his head, failing miserably when he ultimately zeroed in on your naked form. He knew you were perfect already, but seeing you like this was next level.

He watched as the suds from your hair dripped down to your tits, the clear glass growing foggy with shower steam. He wondered how you’d feel in his hands, wishing so bad he could take one in his mouth. Calebs chest rose and fell, his cock stirring in his pants as you turned around and bent down for your body wash. Luckily for you, the steam obstructed the view he ached so bad to see. Without a care in the world, Caleb palmed himself through his pants, his head tipping back at the much needed friction.

“Fuck...” he whispered to himself, thumb gliding over his sensitive tip.

You lathered yourself up, turning around so your back was facing Caleb. With hungry eyes, he watched you scrub down your legs, catching a glimpse of your sudsy folds. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Caleb refrained from letting out a groan as his hand jerked himself with vigor. He wondered if you knew just how bad he wanted you. If it was up to him, you’d be more than just his ‘Pips.’ More than just his really really pretty neighbor. But he could dream.

Rinsing yourself off under the stream of water, you stood there, relishing in the hot water pattering against your skin.

Caleb could make you so so happy if you’d just let him. He’d treat you with so much love and care everyday, and fuck you until you were in hysterics. He imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with you, how waking up next to you would look like. He was so tired of envisioning these things, he shut the door behind him, startling you.

“Caleb?” You peered up at the man standing in the middle of your bathroom, his hand in his pants as he looked at you with dark eyes. “W-what are you doing?” He didn’t say anything as he started undressing, his shirt falling to the floor.

“Tell me to leave.” His pants were next to go, the imprint of his dick making you swallow thickly. Caleb smirked at your lack of response, internally singing as you slid open the glass door for him to join you.

You had butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took off his underwear. Caleb was so tall, he had to lean down in order to get in without hitting himself, his broad shoulders barely fitting through. Once he was in, your cheeks heated as reality hit you.

“You okay?” Calebs hands found your hips, pulling you close until his cock sat heavily between you two. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned when he felt your nipples against his chest.

Bringing his head down, you let out a yelp when his hands snaked down to your ass and squeezed. You reached up on your tippy toes and kissed him, his mouth moving perfectly with yours. Caleb wasted no time, backing you up into the shower wall where he grinded his hard-on between your thighs. Taking the base of him in your hand, you gasped at how hard he felt in your palm.

“Can I?” You were already getting on your knees before him, Caleb groaning at how eager you felt to please him. He grabbed a handful of your hair, staring at you intently as you stroked him before meeting his eyes. You looked gorgeous like this.

Eyes sparkling up at his face, Caleb admired your features under the soft light of the bathroom. You kissed his tip, licking a stripe up from the underside of his cock before he pushed himself between your lips. Your nails dug into his skin, your eyebrows knitting together as he forced his length down your throat.

You moaned, the sensation making him shudder.

“God,” he grunted through gritted teeth, “feels’ so good.”

He balanced an arm on the wall, his eyes screwing shut as you worked your magic on his dick. The way you bobbed your head up and down made him want to shoot his load all over your face, your hands cupping your tits as you squeezed the sensitive swells of your breasts. Caleb was mesmerized, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull off of him with a pop! You smiled up at him above you, rubbing the head of his cock across your lips.

Deciding he couldn’t wait any longer, Caleb picked you up like a ragdoll, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you roughly. You whimpered when your back met the cold tile on the wall. Spreading your thighs apart, you looked down when Caleb guided himself between your slick folds, your clit aching to be touched.

You two exchanged looks, as if he was asking for permission. Placing your palms on his shoulders for leverage, you practically melted in his hands when he thrusted into you. Whimpering his name, Caleb urged you to lock your ankles around his back.

“Y’have no idea how much i’ve thought about doing this to you.” He spoke into the curve of your neck, his body glistening from shielding you from the shower head.

You recalled lying in bed one particular night, thinking about Caleb and those hands of his. Needless to say you fell into a deep slumber imagining your fingers as his own. Your mouth opened and closed a few times like you wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out. Watching you struggle was easily the hottest thing Caleb had ever seen.

“Talk, baby, I need to hear that voice so I can dream of it later.”

Soon after he said that, you were whining and blabbering about how much you thought about him when you were alone. “Yeah…touching yourself to the thought of me?” He taunted, hips slamming into yours as the heels of your feet dug into his back.

“Yes! just wanted to feel you inside...”

Caleb cursed at your words, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. “Show me how you did it. Let me feel you squeeze around me.”

You let out a shaky breath, the pads of your fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped, your back arching off of the wall.

He watched you rub delicate circles on the little bud, your body jolting every now and then when the feeling became overwhelming.

“Can’t!” You shook your head when you were close, your thighs threatening to snap shut around his hips.

Caleb moved your hand out of the way and replaced it with his own, his fingers working mercilessly on your puffy clit. Letting out a scream, your forehead fell on his shoulder as his release teetered on the edge of pure euphoria. He was going to fill you up soon, the thought alone making his hips stutter as you cried out in bliss.

Caleb held you against his chest, his cum filling you up with every moan that left his mouth. You were jelly at this point, your orgasm hitting you in intense waves of ecstasy as he twitched inside your soaking cunt. Slowly but surely, your highs subsided, both of you panting against each other’s lips.

“Think you can walk?” You shook your head, your thighs still visibly trembling at his sides. He nodded, reassuring you with a ‘Okay, don’t worry baby.’ Still holding you against the wall, Caleb pulled out of you with a groan. Whimpering at the feeling of being empty, you watched as he twisted the shower knob off.

Holding you bridal style, he stepped out of the shower and placed you gently on the sink counter. He quickly grabbed two towels from the little shelf you had in the bathroom and dried you off, wrapping the soft cotton around your shoulders. You licked your lips, the sight of the water droplets dripping down his abs was making you ready for round two. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Caleb carried you once more to your bed.

“Again.” You looked up at him with a pout. Caleb laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You want more?” You nodded, pulling him on top of you.

Slotting himself between your thighs, he kissed you deeply before there was a knock at the door. Pausing for a second, you wondered who it could be before your eyes widened.

“That’s my date! Well—was, my date..oh, god.” You sighed, covering your face in embarrassment. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, Caleb smiled. Eight o’clock pm.

“Wow, he’s just in time.” He got up, making you gasp.

“Don’t be mean to him!” You called out as Caleb answered the front door. The poor guy’s smile faded quickly when he saw a shredded, over six feet tall man in a towel answer the door.

“Sorry, I must be at the wrong apartment..” He blinked, about to leave before Caleb stopped him.

“She’s inside,”

Caleb reached for the flowers in your date’s hand, flashing him a wink.

“But a little preoccupied right now.” Shutting the door in his face, Caleb hid the flowers behind his back before stalking back inside your room.

Your towel was gone as you laid naked and pretty, waiting for him.

“I hope you like pink roses, cause I just got you a dozen of ‘em.”

You sat up, a gasp leaving your lips as Caleb kneeled down on the side of your bed. “Aw, how pretty!” you gave them a sniff, pecking Calebs cheek.

“I feel so bad though…” The pout on your face evident.

“Don’t,” Caleb says as he caresses your cheek. “He didn’t look like your type.”

“Can you put them in water for me?” You batted your eyelashes at him, the action sending him into a frenzy. You were so cute.

Doing as you asked, Caleb came back and got on his knees once more.

“I was thinking..you were so gracious enough to take me in your mouth, It’s only right if i return the favor, yeah?” He hooked your thighs to the tops of his shoulders, excitement pooling in your belly.

“Yes—” you were cut off when you felt Calebs tongue delve between your folds.

“You’re so fucking sweet, I could eat you all night.”

And he did.

— ʚɞ