#ᯓᡣ𐭩 asks: anon.ᐟ

[aomiiine]

i NEED caleb to manhandle me right Now... need him to carry me everywhere and put me up against anywhere

i just.. just had to answer this first cause my brain short circuited to an explosion..

caleb + fem!reader warning(s) -> nsfw, MDNI (18+), manhandling, dumbfication, finger sucking, marathon sex, reverse cowgirl, slight objectification, edging

1 am in the morning, dark bedroom, Caleb fucking you whilst spooning you, one bionic arm scooped underneath your knee to lift your leg just enough to bury his painfully hard cock deep inside your sloppy pussy. He’d have the other arm curled beneath your head, making your rest on his bicep like a makeshift pillow with his hand finding your lips, a finger of two delving themselves past your lips and into your mouth, making your tongue swirl on his digits and gag on them occasionally whenever he plunges them deeper just to feel you squirm on his dick. Fuck, it’s felt like hours since he was abusing your tight cunt, his fat cock stretching you out with twitches that made you believe he was about to cum, just for him to stop his thrusts, staying still to supress his orgasm. Caleb was edging himself, to edge you. Because he knew your trained cunt couldn’t cum without him—without his permission.

You whine loudly around his digits at the orgasm he denied you of, eyes swelling with tears of frustration and exhaustion. He coos you in attempt to comfort you, “Shh, good girl, you’ll get to cum soon.. I promise, soon. But not now, yeah?.”

Caleb repeats the same motion a few more times, skin sheened with a thin layer of sweat like yours, hair sticking to your face. Your lewd cries of his name would always be muffled by his long slender fingers invading your mouth, your throat accommodating them just as well as it would with his cock.

He’d keep on going, until he was satisfied with how swollen his balls felt and how fucked out you looked in his arms, drool dripping from the corner of your lips with barely coherent moans of his name escaping like a mantra. Then, just then, his grasp under your knee would tighten, rolling together with you on the bed until he’s laid on his back on the bed, your body laid on top of his and boneless legs spread out wide.

“Do me a favour, pretty girl, and sit up for me,” Caleb coaxed gently, a stark contrast to how his strong hands now held your shoulders, leaving your legs to help you sit up, your back facing him. Soon enough, his hands would slide down your arms, fingers slipping beneath them to find your hips. He’d bury them firmly into your plush flesh, grip tightening to surely leave hand shaped bruise marks the next morning.

Caleb would take advantage of your lust-dazed self, knowing you were barely able to coordinate yourself to sit on him properly when his bulbous cockhead was pressed hard against your g-spot in this position, mouth falling agape in a sharp gasp when he lifted you up off his cock with his raw strength, unable to see how his muscles flexed behind you in effort to yank you up and down his dick like a human fleshlight, using your pussy for his pleasure—and vice versa.

Omg speaking ab manhandling, i can absolutely see him pressing you up against the wall whenever he comes home from a long mission. Then, he’d carry you to the kitchen, laying on the kitchen countertop to fuck you stupid again. Once your panting and weak, he’d scoop you up in his arms to carry you upstairs into your bedroom, then bathroom to press you hard against the cold glass shower stall, fucking you from behind again. After the shower he’d throw you on the bed and settle between your legs, head buried in your pussy cs he claims he needs to clean up every crevice of you

[aomiiine]

how would colonel!caleb react once you two find out that you're finally pregnant after /so many/ tries 👀

Im gonna lose it, anon istg ur contributing to my domestic caleb agenda.

Once colonel caleb finds out you’re pregnant after so many nights of reckless fucking, unprotected and willing to have you pregnant—he’s so fucking ecstatic. Seeing you approach him and reveal the pregnancy stick, the two lines confirming the presence of life in your belly where his many, many creampies took root, had him looking blank, making you worried he wasn’t as joyful as you thought he would be at the thought.

But before you could open your mouth to ask him a thing, he’s swept you off your feet, strong arms—bionic and muscle—wrapped around your torso beneath your arms, crushed into his body. Caleb’s face nuzzled into the column of your neck, nose and lips burying themselves impossibly close. His breath was heavy, hands clinging onto your shirt before he finally spoke.

“We’ll never be apart from each other ever again, you hear me? You’re attached to me, body and soul—like I am to you,” he whispered hotly, moving his head down the slop of your neck to rest his forehead against your shoulder, staying still in how he had you now to fight against the stinging that had begun to bloom in his eyes, jaw clenched and brows furrowed with effort.

All sentimentality aside, he’d most definitely whisper endless praises by your ear that exact same night while fucking you so lovingly, calling his good girl—his only girl—for how obedient you were when you took his previous loads, thanking you reverently for giving him the best gift he’d ever ask for—the best gift after your reappearance into his life, of course. He’s never more thankful for anything other than you.

[aomiiine]

pls i js know WE deserve to get eaten out every single day by caleb. hes too pussy drunk not to

imagine him usinf his rest day from his colonel duties to js eat us out the entire day

🙂‍↕️ 🙂‍↕️ 🙂‍↕️ agreed 1000 times, yes.

pussy drunk! Colonel caleb, squirting, mdni

just think ab it, caleb comes home from work—finally, might I add, after continuous days of leaving home early in the morning and barely coming back home to see you awake. And he’s pent up. So much that he’s dazed, lightheaded as he daydreams during the traffic light stops on his way back.

His daydreams are nothing short of you? writhing. legs? spread. The surface you’re laid on? Anything and every crevice possible in the house.

Oh my, he feels it too. His balls heavy, cock throbbing with frustration, but he refuses to focus on his physical relief—only yours.

Caleb needs to come back home and savour every second he has to spend with you boneless and prone, arousal and cum smeared down his chin and the heady scent of sex filling his nostrils. He doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s in his uniform and you were squirting all over it, he fucking welcomes it. Encourages it.

Caleb wants nothing more than to have your scent imprinted on him, unable to fade no matter how much your pretty hands try to wash it off for him. You’d best believe he’s returning to the Farspace Fleet with a proud smile, eyes glazed with the lingering haze of pleasure from hours of having you rest your weight on his face the entire day before. He revels at the sight of his colleagues when they get all hot and bothered whenever he comes close, giving them a tease of the drug that intoxicates him with every leave he takes from the fleet.

[aomiiine]

diff anon but How would Caleb exactly take care of pregnant mc? god i cant stop thinking about how he'll be extra gentle w her and her growinf belly. gentler than how hes typically is

agreed, agreed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i have no complaints of this thought, it has my full support

It would take a while for caleb to actually register that he’s a father-to-be. He’d be all dazed during the small breaks of taking care of pregnant you. He’d zone out and shit, reality hitting him like a surprise pop of confetti each time. When you snap him out of it, he’s sane again, ground.

There’s nothing more sweet than lazy mornings with him in bed!! His toned muscular arm circled around your waist to rest his palm on your swollen belly when he spoons you from behind, fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare skin since he loves skimming under your shirt. All the while he’s doing that, he’d be murmuring sweet wonders of the future—asking about baby clothes, gender, especially gentle warnings to have you stay put later in the day, talking about not wanting to see you a lift a finger in his sight.

Tall cabinet? Call for him. He was gifted a tall height for a reason. Unable to open the lid of a jar? Waddle to him—or don’t, ask him sweetly with those pretty eyes instead. He wouldn’t dare tease you too much at these times.

Caleb would make sure to limit using his bionic arm when touching your belly, or anywhere really. He knows he can’t exactly feel how much pressure he’s exerting on things, he simply does not want to even have a sliver of a chance that he might hurt you, unknowingly or not.

also, he’s your exclusive little errand boy now. You take the opportunity to get back at him for ordering you around back when you were kids just because he was older!!

[aomiiine]

HELLOOO!! after seeing how caleb finds out about the pregnancy and how he takes care of pregnant mc i would love to see u write about dad! caleb with his son/daughter (would like to see ur opinion if he’s a girl dad or boy)!! have a good day<3

in myyy personal opinion, caleb would be a boy AND girl dad. Is this me trying to run away from all the girl dad hcs & trying to be different?? Kinda lmao 😭 BUT hear me out

Caleb would be an amazing dad to both girl and boy kids but i’d like to elaborate on boy dad caleb for a moment !!

caleb with his son, ugh the man is ecstatic!! Energetic and excited to teach his son about technical stuff, since caleb is by right, an excellent student in his academy, hence he is awfully smart. But aside from academically teaching his son, i think caleb would be very focused on teaching his son how to build, fix, maintain mechanical stuff!!

Caleb would sit your son with him in the garage/lab in your home when it’s time to tweak his bionic arm. Your son would be his little helper, introducing to him all kinds of screwdrivers and screws, along with wires that are significant to his bionic arm. It would be routine for your son and caleb to bond down the garage/lab, think of it as bonding time between them.

From just handing Caleb the tools needed to maintain his bionic arm, your son would insist on fixing Caleb’s arm on his own when he grows older, without caleb’s help.

You’d watch him grow and sigh to yourself with content and exasperation, noticing how caleb made your son to be another computer-science enthusiast naturally, along with a lot mechanical knowledge

[aomiiine]

if u take requests, thought u would write it perfectly- the scene of casey getting the call but its with baji and reader !!

૮ ོ ❤︎ ོ𑁬 ────𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!BAJI KEISUKE where someone calls you late at night, pulling you in with dangerous flirting. warning(s) -> fem!reader. heavily suggestive. mdni. near on phone-fucking, mean/sassy!baji, stalking, pet names (princess, darling, baby), no killing threats/mentions, voice kink, i played around w it a bit, hope you don’t mind!! wc is 1.2k

author’s comment : HIII!! i was actually thinking bout closing requests for kinktober but THIS got me going. WHDJSJ IM FLATTERED u think i would write this well, hope I did it justice!! + update ab my brahms!baji fic, should take at least another day or two for me to finally finish!

It was late at night, and you were alone, parents out for a business trip for a few days. Like any other young adult would, you took the chance to enjoy the days you had alone with your friends and most importantly, alone.

You laid on your bed, tummy down, legs thrown up and swinging slowly as you gossiped and giggled with your best friend through the phone, fingers idly twirling strands of your hair.

“Sorry, I gotta go. I’m starving,” you sighed with a playful chuckle, pulling the phone away from your ear to hang up the call. You shifted on the bed and slid off the edge of it, getting up to leave the bedroom and sprint down the stairs with a soft hum, happily making your way over to the kitchen.

The kitchen was bright, unlike your backyard. The lights had gone out recently due to some problems with the wires. Dad should’ve done something ‘bout the damn lights before leaving, you thought, walking around the kitchen counter to check the fridge to search for whatever snack that interested you.

Finding nothing much, you grabbed one of the lollipops on the top shelf of the fridge’s door, closing it shut right after. You unwrapped it with ease, popping the sweet into your mouth and walking over to the sliding door that showed your backyard, tugging on the sheer curtains to make you feel less naked.

You backed away from the glass doors with a few steps, eyes lingering on the eerie garden outside as if waiting for something to move or pop up. Despite yourself, you brushed off the paranoia, turning around to exit the kitchen.

But without even being a distance away from the sliding doors, your landline phone rang.

“Who the fuck?” you muttered beneath your breath instinctively, approaching the phone and grabbing it from its base. Without hesitation, you answered it, annoyed at the ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this ___?”

The gravelly male voice you heard from the other side of made you tense, feet rooted at the spot you were in.

“Yeah? What’s it to you?”

Though your retort sounded brave, your brows were already furrowed, fingers gripping on the phone flinching once or twice.

“Woah, no need to get rough on me there, bad girl. Just wanna know who I’m talking to is all,” he scoffed, attempting to make the situation seem harmless.

“Then give me yours,” you insisted, your tone brooking no argument now that you’re feeling as if you’re being pranked by some bored college fuck that had nothing better to do.

“Not happening, princess,” the deep voice scoffed humourlessly, the breathy laugh he exhaled in the end making your heart race involuntary. How the fuck were you finding his voice alone hot?

“Bye then,” you retorted without missing a beat, withdrawing the phone from your ear quickly, finger ready to end the call.

“Wait.”

And you halted.

“What?” You sighed, looking at the phone quizically before bringing it back up to your ear.

“I’ll tell you my name. Only if you tell what’s your favourite scary movie.”

“Very funny. I’m not that desperate to know your name, big guy,” your hand reached up to twirl a finger then two around stray strands of your hair, eyes fixated on the marble kitchen counter as you waited for a response.

“Yeah? Then why you still on the phone with me, princess?” He drawled, the pet name coming off so sickeningly taunting it made your brows scrunch up.

“Shut up, I’m no ‘princess’ to you, mister,” you refuted, feet tapping on the floor, clearly getting agitated at him.

“Answer the question, princess,” he spoke again, ignoring the clear disapproval you had of him calling you that pet name.

“Halloween. That guy with a white mask, walks around and stalks baby sitters,” you finally answered, rolling your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “What’s yours?” you returned the question, stupidly.

“Guess.”

“Hmm.. creepy guy like you would probably like Nightmare On Elm Street,” you answered, fingers curling around your hair still like a girl talking to a blind date behind curtains.

“Ah, is that the one with a guy that had knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” you pin-pointed, looking around the kitchen with a small smile, finding it pretty fun talking about scary movies all of the sudden, the topic something you rarely discussed about with others.

“I liked that movie. It was scary,” he emphasised, as if trying to scare off a child. Plus, were you crazy, or did he seemed like he was enjoying the conversation as much as you were?

“Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked,” you countered, lips curling downwards in a slight frown as you recalled the rest of the Nightmare On Elm Street movies, the memories not so fond.

“So.. you got a boyfriend?” That question alone caught you off guard, fingers twirling your hair freezing for a moment before you dropped your hand.

“Hm, why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” The way you said that sounded way more interested than you would have liked, but you were more focused on his reply than that at the moment. Were you seriously gonna give this creepy guy hope that he had a chance with you? C’mon, where the hell are your standards?

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked again, sounding just as intrigued as you were. It made you keep going.

“No,” you uttered, tilting your head to the side before you walked around the kitchen, stepping close to the sliding door that led to your backyard. You added on, “You haven’t told me your name.”

“How about I tell you something way more interesting than my name, princess,” he answered, clearly avoiding the question.

“How about I tell you about the gorgeous girl I’m looking at right now, standing behind sheer white curtains in her kitchen.”

You swore you were about to drop the phone right that moment, a shuddered breath leaving your lips and reaching his eager ears.

“That was a pretty sound you made there, darlin’. I wanna hear it again. Wanna hear you breathless, out of fear—and maybe pleasure.”

Your lips clamped shut, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. You couldn’t budge. The fear you felt initially came back ten fold this time. He was practically telling you he was watching you. Somewhere, somehow, you didn’t know. But now you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed along with the fear. His eyes were on you all along.

Could he have seen it? You twirling your hair and grinning during your little back and forths. Fuck, did he witness the way you bit your lip grudgingly when he kept on calling you ‘princess’ with that voice of his even after you told him not to?

Then you recalled his words again.

‘Maybe pleasure’?

“What do you mean?” you kept on talking to him, like the insistent brat you were. “What do you mean with the last part?”

“I didn’t ask if you had a boyfriend for nothing, baby.”

Your lashes fluttered, turning your back against the glass door and leaning against it, your teeth nibbling on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

“You’re weird,” you mumbled.

“You’re even weirder for flirting with a serial killer,” he grinned behind the phone, gaze utterly fixated on you as you contemplated your choices, pleased by the response your body had to his words.

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I was talking to a friend and we talked about how for the first kiss with Caleb, the first thing he does as soon as his lips touch is to start crying and so on. How do you think the first kiss would be?

Oooo wow okay, first kiss hm… I would say break down crying on the spot is a bit of an over-kill but i think smth along the lines would happen 😭

for me, i think the first kiss would be on a whim, his impulse taking over when being close to you after so long had overwhelmed his self-restraint to wait for a more appropriate moment.

It would happen a short period after your reunion, after things settled down a bit and theres room for possible intimacy. It’d happen when you least expect it, when you two were talking about a mission at hand, discussing things had little to no correlation to your relationship. He’d stand still, staring as you talked on about something relevant to the mission, just for him to break the tension with his hand reaching out to curve around your head, gloved fingers running through your hair to tilt your head up, giving him the leverage to lean in close, his lips colliding with yours before you could even register his hand behind your head.

The kiss would be sweet at first—tentative, experimental. Then he leans away an inch to look into your glittering eyes. He feels his heart clench when he was reminded how much he needed you. Caleb’s features would contort, brows knitting, eyes squinting and stinging from the telltales of tears, his lips curving in a frown and a soft hiss leaving him before he lowered his head for another kiss. This time, it wasn’t shy anymore, it was straightforward, honest. He’d hold your face with both leather-clad hands, tongue tracing the seams of your lips for permission. It was up to you to return it, really. And without a doubt, you would.

OR

if this isn’t colonel caleb were talking about and things went on without tragedy and smoothly, maybe your friend might hold some truth there. BUT the tears aren’t from grief!! The moment his lips touched yours, his eyes would widen, as if in disbelief that this moment was real. A stray tear might leave his eye and drip down his cheek. He’d notice and pull away, wiping the stray tear on his cheek off with the back of his hand. Omgomg he’d try so hard to regain his composure, mentally reprimanding himself for acting so uncool!! he assures you then that his tears were tears of joy, not regret. Never regret for you🙂‍↕️

[aomiiine]

bro girl… im a new caleb writer and i wanna learn how to write smut about him but I LITERALLY DK HOW… do you have any tips ???😞😞

HIII okay im probably so late to answering this forgive meee 🫠 but!! Here’s my 2 cents

Personally, writing for caleb comes quite easy, though i rarely touch the inner turmoil within him depicted in the game—like all the psychology behind his behaviour and stuff. I definitely wanna write something including that part of him but of course, with my own personal take about it.

But if you write for caleb without all the heavy emotional psychology, it’ll be fine too!! In depth writing for his character depends on you and your take on his character, please don’t be afraid to explore your creative insights on him<3

writing smut for him doooee AHAHA i usually write him to be lighthearted and carefree-ish in most of my smut fics lol. It’s nothing serious really, it’s just much easier to write smutty works about him if you divert away a bit from the lore and canon stuff and include him in an au or something! Like pilot!caleb, fighter pilot!caleb, or even modern-day college student!caleb. It all depends on the au or genre you have in mind of course. I’ve always thought caleb’s character to be versatile and flexible, able to fit him in various situations/aus, even darker themes would work well for him.

the ‘pipsqueak’ endearment controversy shouldn’t be looked at too much, tbh. If you like it, then don’t be afraid to write it. And if you don’t like it, then don’t write it🙂‍↕️ Cater to your own preferences first before thinking about the audience<3

[aomiiine]

Personally i feel like Caleb likes the head of his cock teased and than fully taken in slow strokes but thats just me

Go on, elaborate further!!

[aomiiine]

I don't get why people sexualize rape and dark themes like would you want to be raped??? Like bitch ew tf wrong wit y'all

🧍🏻‍♀️ never written noncon b4 but the dark themes ?? I mean🧍🏻‍♀️im a horror content enthusiast so gore & shit r def up my alley 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

[aomiiine]

on my knees begging for just wanna kiss with all the other bonten pls 🛐🛐🛐

ALL?? nonnie a girl like me can only do so much </3

Buttt im not opposed to making another part w rindou, kokonoi & mikey

[aomiiine]

I cant open the tokyo revengers posts in your masterlist:(

Omg I forgot to change the rest of my masterlist links after the user change :’) so sorry love, i’m on it!!

[aomiiine]

hii what is skibidi humor? like brainrot?

Yeahh like that sigma bs that boys like to use😭

[aomiiine]

Hello! I'm kind of warming up to the idea of writing something for the LADS fandom after a few months of contemplating... But I'd like your opinion on something... I've been asking around on how to write the pov.

Should I write in second person or third? I've seen a few works using second person, but I'm still a bit confused as to how to write.

I know everyone is different, but I have really bad performance anxiety and wanted "pro's" opinions🥲

Helloo darling!! I’m glad to hear an impending writer contributing content to the LAD fandom<3

I wouldn’t call myself a pro (tq for the thought though🫶🏼), but I can tell you this much, pros & cons of both second pov & third pov;

Second pov: ‘you, you’re, yourself’ (you’ll be actively referring to your readers without the pronounce as if you’re speaking to them)

Third pov: ‘she, he, they, them’ (you’ll be narrating ab your audience with chosen pronounce (male/fem/gn! Reader) as if you’re telling someone else about the story between Reader and character)

Writing in second person adds more space for your content to be gender neutral, reaching out to more people to read it that don’t prefer feminine or masculine terms/pronounces. You’ll get a wider range of readers, a bigger audience that can be exposed to your stuff.

There isn’t much cons for second person cause it gives you much more exposure to others. But pls make ur own preference a priority!! Try experimenting w second pov and if ur not satisfied w it, then switch to third pov w ur preferred pronounce and tag accordingly!! Make sure it satisfies yourself before thinking of others. Besides, im sure most us writers write for ourselves more than for others, so don’t be afraid w changing things up<33

Writing in third pov, for me, it’s much more satisfying, but im not used to it so that’s why i dont do it😭 but then again if you write in third person, you’ll have a targeted audience, something that’s not completely for everyone. Don’t think of this as a con immediately, the exposure depends on the algorithm and your mutuals as well as your tagging.

While I don’t write in third person, I always tag my fics as “fem!reader” even though I seldom use the she/her pronounce in my fics. Despite that, it greatly reduces my fears of getting complaints that i tagged my stuff wrongly because sometimes i do use those pronounces in my fics unknowingly.

While we’re talking ab writing, please don’t forget to interact with others!! No matter how small or big the other blogs around you are, don’t be afraid to interact and make friends/mutuals. Their reblogs will help w your exposure greatly! Adding a small “reblogs and comments will be greatly appreciated!!” somewhere within your works will also help!

I would be happy to help you if you’re not mutuals w me already!! if you are mutuals w me or following me at the moment, if ever find yourself comfortable enough to come off anon w me, go ahead and do so, lovely<33

[aomiiine]

why do you censor things in your content warnings section? you don't need to do that here.. plus you use some of the same words in your actual writing

Scared of getting flagged/shadowbanned. Its just a precaution

[aomiiine]

Hey it’s New Anon again and you’re so sweet! Masterpieces take time, I’m just glad you decided to do the pt 2! I’m so excited 😭

Getting cuteness aggression bc of u rn