#caleb: sunday

[maopll]

"hey bro pass me the salt"

"...bro? you're not getting the salt"

yup, it was a bad idea, you knew it but the idea seemed hilarious! you never really call him anything other than his name or love, honey or sweetheart. but bro? or even dude? yeah no, never.

he seemed genuinely offended, he was casually eating and savouring every bite of his favourite meal that you cooked and instead of intimately asking him "how's the food honey?" you go for "pass me the salt bro" ? criminal offense you should be jailed.

and he is so damn dramatic that he too refused to call you anything but bro. at first you passed it off as like him getting back at you but it's been 2 WEEKS FOR GOD'S SAKE! if pettiness was a human then it would be them, literally.

"okay fine! I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you bro even though it sounded silly!"

you cling to his arm, out of frustration, and touch-starved as creases between your brows and a frown adorns your face. you nuzzle your face and rub it on his biceps in an attempt to break down that wall. "please baby please?" you make puppy eyes at him. this one's gotta work...

he hesitates for a moment before sighing and dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your lips. "anything but bro dear... please... I would want nothing but endearments and my name falling from your lips" and another kiss.

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NEUVILLETTE, WRIOTHESLEY, CAPITANO, DILUC, ANAXAGORAS, MYDEIMOS, PHAINON, DR RATIO, SUNDAY (he probably won't even be mad for that long), GOJO, VERGIL, CALEB, ZAYNE, AZUL, MALLEUS, VIL, SATAN, LUCIFER, ALUCARD

divider by @/cafekitsune (animated one)

[naz-ulusoy]

Her eyes were still on the alpha when they stopped in front of the cafe. The quick shift in his mood again sparked concern, scanning the cafe, she could see some of the class members staring back at them. That was awkward but it's not like they had anything to gossip about, aside from the holding hands.

"That's good... I'm sorry I didn't come early to join the class," she said, though Naz didn't look very sorry about that fact. She would argue her time was better spent finding a suitable outfit instead. As they were lead to a table, Naz made sure to position herself facing the yoga mom's so Caleb could keep his back to them.

"You don't have to apologise. I like you as you are," she reminded. They had been friends for a while at this point and the spirit was always drawn to him, nothing had frightened her away yet. Naz still wasn't sure what he thought he was going to mess up. They had both said and done awkward things around each other before and they still hung out. "Caleb, what's the worst that could happen?" she asked. "It's just me here."

The easy way in which they held hands was all Caleb could think about as he followed Naz towards the cafe. He should be the one leading, shouldn't he? But he was too caught up in the way their hands were linked to think of anything else, that is until they got to the cafe's front door.

"Yeah. It's a popular one with the yoga moms," the wolf replied with a nod, feeling his cheeks heating up a bit more because he was sure to meet some of his students here too. "I did." His eyes darted into the cafe when Naz reminded him of his morning class and lo and behold, he saw the familiar faces of some of his students.

Oh boy.

The server showed them to a table for two once it was their turn and Caleb did his best to not look at the table of faces who had all turned to look at him and Naz as they made their way into the cafe. "A-Anyway, I'm sorry I'm like this..." Caleb felt like he was about to implode in both good and bad ways, but the good was just marginally outweighing the bad. He let go of Naz's hand to pull her seat out for her. "I don't usually, uh... I'm just nervous that I might screw this up."

[starmocha]

POV: you're boomshakalaka'ing with all three men from the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom, feeling their hands all over your body, every one of them restless and needing you just as badly as you want them all, getting so breathless as they’re all stealing your lips in quick succession because each one of them wants to be your favorite, but you don’t have favorites, you love them all equally and are planning to treat them well just like they do with you, and of course Zaynie here is going to get the best head of his life as Sylus eats you out, but who can forget sweet Caleb so it’s a good thing you still have a hand available and isn’t it cute how small it looks wrapped around his large length, and what’s that, oh god, Sylus is pumping his fat cock as he devours you and suddenly it’s a game to see who is going to cum first, but fuck, they’re not playing fair since they all know you have such a voice kink and every one of their voices are so delicious as they groan and call you their pretty little slut, and yes, Sylus is right, your pretty mouth does more than just moan like a whore, it can also take Zaynie’s cock so well, and the handsome doctor is stroking your cheek and praising you, knowing full well you also have a praise kink, and it’s making you twitch and clench as you choke on him when Sylus suddenly gives your ass a playful slap that you like perhaps just a little too much, but who fucking cares about modesty when you can feel your orgasm nearing as they are all edging you like the mean boys they are, and oh fuck, it’s all too much, and you cum first, the sight is enough to make all three men lose it and cover and fill you with their release, their amused chuckles loud as they take in the sight of you being such a messy little slut but fucking hell do they love seeing you like this, and of course this is far from over since they still have two other holes they need to stretch and fill, so now the question is which cock are you going to let destroy your pussy first? It doesn’t really matter, perhaps, because by the end of this long and intense night, they’re all going to make sure your pussy is just full of a cocktail of their seeds as they all take turn breeding you over and over again until you’re just whining and sobbing from the intensity of this overstimulation and ravage fucking, but they won’t let you rest until every one of them have cummed inside you, because after all, sharing is caring, and you are their favorite fucktoy to share.

[solifloris]

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╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (with plot (?) this is more fluff-centric with a lil smut towards the end <3), lighthearted, comfort, dancing in the kitchen, teasing, slight bickering, kissing, couch cuddling, sort of a netflix-and-chill moment?, heavy petting, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names "pipsqueak" "baby" "princess". lmk if i missed any tags ! ((unedited))

wc : 3.8k

an : *roxie on the dash* zayne comfort !!! *roxie in the drafts* :D caleb comfort !!!! WHFKJSHDGKJH it's not sunday but i've been writing this through the week between work because i miss him ... and i figured screw it. there are rumors going around. so. if they turn out to be not real. I'LL CONSOLE MYSELF WITH THE FACT THAT HE ISN'T HERE (yet)

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KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

Sometimes, slow days with him are all you need to feel a little better.

The fact of the matter was this:

Blankets were comfortable.

Your hands and legs stretched out as you turned, the warmth of the sunlight falling upon your face. You were delighted at the colder sensation on the side of the pillow you hadn't been lying on until now, and a smile spread across your lips—this was nice. Your fingers curled around the duvet, bringing it back up to your neck, and your eyes blinked slowly open. Your position allowed you to glance at the clock on the wall. And though you had fully expected it to be noon, you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was not quite as late as you'd assumed.

You had been known to sleep in a little.

Work was demanding; sleep was as much comfort as you could find in your spare time. Weekends, on the other hand, were heavenly for it. So it wasn't a surprise to you that you'd woken up this time with the entire bed to yourself, all warm and comfy in your blankets…

♪ Sunday morning, rain is falling… ♪

Your eyebrows raised as the tune filled your head, wafting into the bedroom along with a more-than-welcome scent of… something.

You couldn't quite make out what it was.

But you were very aware of who was singing, and the smile on your face grew significantly.

This time you sat up and stretched, before swinging your legs off the bed and finding the soft fluff of your bedroom carpet. Your hands moved to rub the lingering sleep from your eyes as you stood up—soft trudges into your slippers, a hand on your doorknob, and the muffled voice became clearer to you.

♪ Clouds are shroudin' us in moments unforgettable~ ♪

It was so silly.

You had to keep yourself from laughing as you peeked around the corner and into the kitchen, and there he was.

The original track was playing lightly in the background, likely to keep him company, but the whole scene was just so typically Caleb. To throw out a couple of tunes without a care in the world, lazily flipping the piece of toast he was frying in such a smooth motion that you almost thought your eyes were playing tricks on you... He had his back turned to you, focused on the stove, but his head moved casually to the rhythm of the song. And it wasn't that you'd say he was bad; in fact, quite the opposite, more like. Not stellar, definitely, but there was a little roughness to his tone that made it feel endearing to listen to. You were grateful for the fact—his voice was much louder than the actual song, and if you weren't enjoying yourself, you might as well have thrown something right at him.

But this time the giggle that was fighting its way out of you felt harder to suppress, and you stepped into the kitchen. Your back leaned against the entrance. "So, it's not Sunday, first of all," you grinned.

He turned at the sound of your voice and threw you a wink. "Ha ha, maybe not, but it sure feels just like it with ya~"

It was swift, the way he pulled at the pan and with a flick of his wrist, and the plates he'd set out a few feet away from him flew perfectly into his waiting hand. The toasts slid right onto them, contents of the pan rather quickly replaced with a set of freshly-cracked eggs.

Impeccable control as always.

Setting the stove back on low heat, he neatly placed the plates back onto the table, and offered a bow. "Mornin', sleepyhead!"

"Show-off," you rolled your eyes playfully.

Yet as he held out his arms for a hug, you were quick to approach. Arms wrapped snugly around his waist as you fell against his chest, a familiar warmth and a familiar feeling of… home.

"Mm…" you sighed. "Yeah, g'morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Mhm! Warm and comfy!" You pulled back a little bit to look up at him, and sighed contentedly. "I mean, partly thanks to you, no less. I didn't have this on last night before we went to bed… You put your sweater on me before you went out. Thanks, Caleb."

"Oh, so we're gonna talk about last night… now?"

A smirk began to form on his face—the teasing lilt in his voice was back, and you shoved him away with a huff.

"No way! I was just thanking you for—"

He promptly scooped you right back into his arms before you could finish your sentence, twirling you around before planting a quick little kiss over your lips.

"Only kiddin'," he whispered.

You could have melted.

Your feet touched the ground once more as he gently set you down, hand sliding away from your waist to go back to the eggs in the pan—you wouldn't have known if it was intentional; you found that you'd learned many new things about him over the past couple of months you'd started a relationship of a more romantic nature. Yet he'd do these things, be all cute and soft with you, and you'd almost feel as if you were in a daze.

You watched, quiet, listening to the music, and his humming… no different from before. He moved around the kitchen, grabbing a couple of things from the side: the onions, some garlic, some tomatoes… You hadn't had omelettes from him in a while, but you already found yourself anticipating how it would taste. After all, he knew exactly how to cook all your favorite dishes. Even the simplest of them.

And the reality that you were always so well-cared-for with him settled in.

It made you smile a little more.

The comfortable silence between you broke as you walked over, peeking from behind him and resting your head against his shoulder. "Sooo… You didn't think to ask me how I like my eggs in the morning?" you teased.

A laugh; another kiss into your hair.

"Me? Nah, don't need to, baby. Already know just how you like them."

With the omelettes settled perfectly in the next minute, he offered a bite for you to try. "Here. Wanna try?" He had his head tilted to the side, almost as if surveying your reaction, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was confident you'd like it anyway.

He would be right, of course.

You happily obliged as you wrapped your lips around the spoon, and you knew he had to laugh at the way your eyes lit up.

"See?" he poked your forehead with a playful roll of his eyes. "Don't you doubt me!"

"Oh, no no no, I win this. You totally fell for my ploy to sneak an early bite," you grinned. "I didn't doubt you at all!"

"Whatever you say, pipsqueak."

The food found its home on the two plates he'd previously placed the buttered toast on, and this time, it was you who leaned in to steal a kiss.

Soft and quick, not unlike the kiss he'd given you just earlier—

And then another.

And another.

And then within seconds he was laughing, pulling you against him with his hands resting at your waist, your own hands placed upon his shoulders. Your foreheads rest together as he sways you gently to the music—another more of those older tunes he seemed to be fond of these days, a little smooth, jazzy melody to them that surely did have you moving your feet to it.

Not that you looked away from him.

His hair fell over his face, a little bit longer than you were used to—it had been a while since he'd trimmed it, and you had half a mind to think that maybe he'd been a little bit too preoccupied with you to notice.

But it did little to distract you from the pull that his eyes had always had on you.

Still that beautiful, beautiful hue of sunset purple and tangerine skies… You had to let out a soft sigh—

At least, one that nearly turned to a squeak as he took your hand to spin you around. Having caught you off-guard, you could see him nearly double over in laughter at the few missteps in your movements, but he was quick to catch you in a little dip before you could really trip over yourself.

"Heyyyy!" You whined a little, reaching up to flick at his forehead, but he only winked.

The audacity.

His eyes were narrowed playfully, a glimmer of amusement clear on his face. "Sorry," he chuckled, "but don't you wanna tell me what's brought this on, at least?"

The song still continued to play through the little speaker, enough to spur him to lead you through to finish it—but his eyebrow remained raised.

"Nothing!" you laughed honestly as he spun you around a second time, successfully this time, before catching your waist and guiding you to glide across the kitchen tiles. "I was just thinking that it's pretty neat to have such a nice, caring boyfriend around…"

"Just pretty neat?"

"Yeah! Just pretty neat."

The last couple notes filled the air as he pulled you back against him, settling into the position you'd started in moments ago.

His forehead pressed against yours.

"I was hopin' I'd get something a little more, I dunno… starts with an I, ends with a you, maybe some four-letter-word in the middle…"

You scoffed, and he nuzzled your nose affectionately.

"What? I'm waiting!"

"You silly goose."

You clicked your tongue, feigning annoyance, but you closed the distance for another quick kiss.

Your expression softened. "I love you."

"There we go. I love you too, princess."

Another little kiss, this time to your forehead, before he pushed you back and gestured towards the table with his eyebrows raised. "So I promise it'll just be a lazy day with the both of us, so you can think up whatever more of those silly antics that I'm totally gonna be on-board with, but eat. It's nearly just noontime, pipsqueak, and I worked on the food, y'know!"

Once again a laugh fell from your lips, and you promptly sat down on the seat he'd pulled for you. But a bite on your spoon reached out towards him; "Okay, but. The chef gets first honors. Say aah~"

And, breakfast—brunch, rather—aside… Caleb kept his promise well.

He knew you usually only had today, and tomorrow, to relax in ways you wouldn't have been able to for the rest of the week. And for the rest of the day, he had simply been adamant on ensuring that you did.

It most definitely was a lazy Saturday.

And now, you had yourself snuggled comfortably on the couch, legs resting over his lap as he surfed through the list of movies on the screen.

"Geez, there's been nothin' interesting out in the past couple months…" He was mumbling under his breath, a tiny furrow of his brows evident to the mix of concentration and frustration.

Yet his free hand had time to run over your exposed thighs, lazily drawing shapes into your skin—so much so that you had nothing left in you to care about anything else he was saying.

"So let's just re-watch something!" you huffed a little, trying to make it seem as if you were keen on making conversation.

"You really wanna?"

A mistake.

He turned from the screen to your face, conveniently catching the way your eyes had been watching the way he caressed your skin, almost subconsciously gliding higher up your legs without really noticing what he'd been doing.

Until now, that is.

"Baby, the screen is here, not there," he teased with a squeeze to your thigh. The action made you gasp, but if you thought he'd tease you further, you were surprised by the gentle tone his voice took on next. "Don't wanna watch a movie anymore, or somethin'?"

Your eyes flitted back up to him. The answer you wanted to speak didn't come out immediately.

"Hey, this day's about you, alright?" He shifted closer this time, one hand reaching out to poke at your forehead. "We don't have to watch. I mean, if you'd rather do somethin' else…"

This time he wiggled his eyebrows a little, daring to slide his hand up a little higher—

You squeaked, clearly the desired effect, as he let out a laugh immediately after.

"Your call, princess."

Swallow your pride, was a phrase you'd often have to repeat to yourself when you were with him.

He used to be a little more lenient with you, but these days he seemed almost insistent to hear the words out of your mouth instead—for good reason, you figured. You knew that he knew you well enough, but you couldn't blame him for wanting you to speak.

So you shifted your position to settle over him, noting the curious gaze in his eyes as you snuggled against his chest.

"Baby?"

"Don't really wanna do much," you mumbled. "But… I want to be close to you. I mean… We can watch something if you want to, but, mmh…. I'm okay with just this. With you."

"Yeah?"

"…Yeah."

He rubbed soothingly into your back. "Alright, alright, I can work with that... But, hm. 1-10 on the cozy scale?"

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest to look at him with a little pout. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you looked pretty riled up a second ago, princess, so you tell me if you want me to do anything, right?"

Another glimmer of amusement.

Part of it was frustrating—but, again. Swallow your pride. You were sure that as much as he adored pushing your buttons, he wasn't quite doing this on purpose.

So a soft laugh through your nose.

"Okay, not the level of rough from last night, if anything," you joked. "But… Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'd… like it if you touch me."

Nothing quite changed in the way his hands were moving over your back in the same consistent, soothing motions, but he smiled—satisfied with your honesty, and more than willing to oblige.

"God, I love it when you're honest," he chuckled. He deftly slipped his hands beneath your sweater—his sweater—and sighed.

And perhaps it was this moment of intimacy, but you felt yourself leaning up, hands cupping his face, pressing your lips against his.

It wasn't rushed, nor heated.

He smiled into the kiss, and your lips moved almost lazily against each other. Eyes closed, enjoying the casual comfort of the moment, your thumb gently rubbing over his cheek as his hands explored every dip and curve of your skin.

Blankets were comfortable, and dancing in the kitchen was fun, but, this—this was really all that you needed.

"Mmmh…"

You sighed as you pulled back for air, but quite frankly, neither of you very much wanted to part.

It only took a few moments before he was kissing you, and you were kissing him, and your fingers had nestled into his hair as his trailed down to slip beneath the band of your underwear.

"So wet, baby," he murmured against your lips, a trace of a laugh in the way he spoke.

You smiled, and tilted your head, allowing the kiss to grow from soft, and lazy, to a little bit deeper.

"Mhm. S'for you," you whispered.

And a low groan tore from your throat as his fingers sunk into your heat, the feeling oh-so-familiar, and oh-so-welcome. And with how many times you'd done this, the stretch felt nothing more than you were used to—but it was delicious.

Your legs spread in an immediate response to the intrusion, allowing him to move a little easier. Separating from the kiss for a mere moment, your head turned back, just in time to see him pull out and discard your panties completely, just in time to watch the way he thrust back slowly into your walls, the squelch of your wetness so deafening in your ears.

"Holy shit," you whispered—and it was almost ridiculous how you sounded, you'd think, so much so that you had to let out a breathless laugh as you turned back to him.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

"Real fucking good."

It was his turn to laugh a little. "Yep. I totally love when you're honest."

Before you could lean back in to kiss him, however, he helped you sit up with him, moving both his hands back over your waist to grab a handful of the flesh of your ass.

"Easier this way," he murmured.

And he kept a hand behind you while the other moved to your front, resuming steady thrusts that had you slowly grinding into his palm.

"Nnnh.. If you keep teasing me like that, m'not going to wait any longer for more than just your fingers," you rolled your eyes.

But he was right; it was easier like this. He had his other hand running up and over your entire body, slipping back beneath the sweater before dipping down over your ass—it was easier for you, too, finding the momentum to guide the movements of his fingers in your cunt, urging him to rub against your sweet spot.

Even as your lips found each other within moments yet again, busy with all these sensations and the wet noises that you felt were echoing in the living room, your hips continued to move—a little up-and-down motions, riding his fingers, very evidently craving more.

"Thaaaat's it," he groaned against your lips, finding time to speak praises of approval in-between kisses and gasps for air. "Get off on my fingers, baby. Feel good? Hm?"

You no longer had the mind to reply to him.

Kisses turned to whispers of dirty words into your hair, your face buried into the crook of your shoulder. Muffled moans, movements more frantic…

And then you said it.

"Need you," you gasped, feeling him hit that spongy spot once more. "Need—hngh—need you, Caleb, need more—"

Another kiss over your head. "Shh, shhh. I'll give it to you, baby. Just a little more…"

"Mnh, but! I don't— don't want to—haah—like this—"

"Relaaxx, princess. Breathe, alright?"

He was so deep. So good. So—

"Not this, I wanna cum on your cock…"

You felt him smirk.

It was almost as if he'd been waiting, again, to hear it—to push you enough to have you snap, have you disregard that little tiny bit of pride you still have left.

"Yeah?" he grinned, and he pulled his fingers out of you with a little schlick.

You nearly whined at the sudden emptiness, so much so that even without his fingers to ride, you couldn't help but grind over his bulge.

"Baby," he laughed. "Are you that excited?"

Your movements made it difficult for him to deal with the tie of his sweatpants.

"Just… just hurryyyy!"

"Geez. I've spoiled you, huh, princess? Got you craving my dick this much?"

With a huff from you, he lifted you up just enough to push down his pants and take out his cock. A couple of pumps over his length and you sat yourself down, taking him in with a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh, fuck, baby."

He was no different.

"Who's—haah—who's the cocky one now, huh?" You managed to smirk at him, despite the way you were panting, despite the way you could feel him, warm and pulsing, reaching deep into your pussy.

You were so full.

"Shit, baby, just move—" He choked on a moan, almost instinctively thrusting up into you.

You fell forward into his chest with a startled cry, but it was enough.

The feeling was not one you were keen on letting fade, and your hips began to move. Slowly, at first, almost as if getting a feel for it again, before moving faster. And he was groaning, and hissing, cursing into your ear, trying to keep his voice down, restlessly roaming his hands over your body. It didn't take long before he was pressing you tightly against him, your bodies moving in a synchronized push-and-pull.

Your hips moved up and down, hands gripping his arms to steady yourself. "Caleb—!" Your moans mixed with broken words, broken syllables of his name, higher-pitched than usual as you worked yourself over his cock.

You could see another one of those shit-eating grins making its way to his face, all flushed and heedy with lust, but you couldn't be bothered to care about it anymore.

"You should see yourself, princess," he panted, moving his hands to grip your cheeks tightly and earning a delicious gasp from your lips. "Shit—fuck—can't ever get enough of you, baby, you're so fucking perfect f'me."

"Mhm? Feels good? Feels… Feels…! Nngh—Caleb! F-feels so good—"

Your movements began to turn frantic.

Grunts and groans mixed in with the slap of skin against skin as you bounced yourself over him, his own thrusts meeting yours with a fervor. There was the heady scent of sex in the air, and you could barely even remember what you'd planned to do here in the first place.

"M-mmhn—! G-gonna cum!" you whined, breathless.

You were panting, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, trying with every ounce of your strength to keep yourself consistent despite the building tingling in your stomach, despite the tensing in your limbs.

"Cum for me, baby."

He leaned in to nip at your earlobe before trailing his lips over to yours, swallowing that loud cry of his name into a deep, filling kiss.

It was messy.

Your body slumped against his as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, body trembling almost helplessly in his arms. Your chest heaved; you could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he spilled his cum inside within seconds of your orgasm, and you whimpered—you felt so sensitive.

"Shit… Fuck… I know, baby, I know, I know, you did so well…" He cradled you in his arms, voice low and hoarse. In that same comforting manner, he had himself rubbing your back soothingly, giving you a little bit of a squeeze. "Shh, it's okay. Breathe, princess, breathe."

And it would be like this.

You stayed still in that same position for a moment, Caleb whispering soft little words of reassurance, sweet words of praise as he peppered kisses all over your face.

"Satisfied, on a scale of 1-10?" he chuckled a little, stealing a kiss from your lips as you looked back up at him.

Your eyes softened.

"You're kidding, right?" you murmured. "A 10. With you? Always a 10."

"I mean, yeah, I'll bet. You were practically crying about how good my—"

"Caleb!"

You'd reached to grab a nearby pillow and promptly shove it at his face, but it did little to stop the laughter from bubbling from his throat.

"Okay, okay! But! C'mon. Nice start to your weekend, right?"

And this time, you grinned.

"…You know what? Yeah, you're right. Always feels like a Sunday with you."

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[darlingsblackbook]

"You're insane." He muttered.

The shock in his eyes were clear as day, accompanied by the fear that was slowly creeping itself up his back.

"You are actually insane." He whispered this time, as if he was too scared to raise his voice any louder.

As if he was too scared it would set me off.

Because he is right, I am insane.

"So, what?" I snapped at him, making sure the chains around him were tight enough, "Don't-Don't you see I am doing this for you?"

He didn't answer me, he just looked at me. He just looked at me with those eyes I so deeply fell in love with. Those eyes that I went insane for.

I sighed softly before I raised my hands and carressed his cheeks softly with my thumbs.

I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him so much.

Too much.

I cupped his cheeks fully before inching a bit forward and leaning down- until my forehead was against his and we were nose to nose.

"I love you, I can't let anything happen to you, don't you understand?" I whispered softly. "I wouldn't be able to live without you."

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[fortunethief]

The Mighty Nein are growing 🥹✨️

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps headcanons -

🧡 Caleb’s 69 smut pt. II

Details: 600 words of Caleb being absolutely superior at 69. Part I. It’s filthy—like, really filthy. 18+ ples, if you value your innocence. Expect explicit language, heavy dom energy, dirty talk, praise, and of course… broken Caleb, because I like him wrecked(:

He’s still on his knees when you reach for him. Thighs locked around his neck, your limbs trembling, spent.

His face is soaked. Mouth open. Breath uneven.

And he knows.

God, he knows what comes next—what you want now. What he wants even more.

But he doesn’t speak. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t ask. Not yet. Just leans back onto his heels, hands gripping your ass, cock flushed and slick from where he’s been stroking himself—waiting. Wanting.

“You look real sweet up there… now ruin me.”

In one quick, breathless motion, he flips you over again, arms locking around your waist, and lands with his back on the bed. You’re straddling his face before you can think, overstimulated and soaked—but it doesn’t matter. Not to him. Not now.

Not when he’s hard and leaking, mouth open beneath you, still drunk on the taste of you.

“… Slow... Or you’ll have me finishing faster than I want to.”

He groans into you, holding on by a thread—until your mouth wraps around him, and he jolts like he’s been shot through.

“Ngh… Thought I had more in me than this… Apparently not with you sucking me off like that.”

His hands firm on your hips, guiding the rhythm, keeping you steady. Moaning like your body is the only thing that’s ever truly fed him. His fingers slip in and curl—praising the shape of you with every push and pull.

And when that’s not enough—when he starts to unravel—one hand slides up your back, then tangles in your hair. His grip tightens—gentle at first, then desperate. The other drifts to your hip, pulling you closer, like if he could just get more of you, he might survive it.

“Come on. Use me. You know you want to.”

The groans break into whimpers.

The control in his breath shatters.

“Mm… Fuck—Keep going—just like that, you’re gonna break me.”

And when you take him all the way, he moans—high and wrecked, body twitching beneath you like he can’t handle it.

“Don’t stop. You’re unreal. I can’t—fuck—”

His hips buck, trying not to thrust. His hand stays tangled in your hair, guiding you helplessly, head tilted back, mouth soaked with you.

“Mm… Please—Come with me. I—I need to come with you on my tongue—please—”

And you do.

You break for him all over again—hips jerking, thighs tensing around his face—and he groans against you, mouth locked to your cunt, taking everything you offer, every drop taken as if it’s all he’s ever craved.

And when he comes—it’s a collapse.

A full-body stutter. A strangled cry punched out of him like it hurts. The hand in your hair pulls tight, not to stop you, but to keep you right there, buried in him while he’s buried in you—coming hard into your mouth, thick and hot, pulse after pulse spilling down your tongue.

Caleb finishes like he’s being torn apart.

Your throat grips him deep, and he chokes on a moan—one that cracks into a sob, hips twitching, completely undone. Both of you shaking, wrecked, held together by the heat and the mess and the way neither of you can seem to stop.

“Fuck—you’re really swallowing it—”

And in the heat of it—when your tongue is still tracing him—he says it. A whisper dragged out of him rough and unfiltered, like it’s been sitting just behind his teeth for too long.

“I’d fill your mouth every night if you let me”

Every inch of him feels soft, dizzy with it. He could live there—would beg to, if you asked. Then one last lick—slow, tender—his mouth pressing to the curve of you, breath spilling in a broken whisper—

“… You taste like salvation.”

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Diamonds in the trees, pentagrams in the night sky

You're gonna watch me ascend

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[priestessame]

... ˜”*°•Jealous S/Os Drabbles (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ...

... ˜”*°• Minors DNI˜”*°• ... ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ "𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘" ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

... •Gender neutral reader- sub reader

˜”*°•Jealous partners that love you so much it hurts. Jealous partners that absolutely hate seeing you with anyone else. Those who will clench their fists until the nails draw blood just seeing you smile at someone.

Sure its a little problematic, but its all because they love you so much. They tip toe the line of showing that jealousy to you. Other than a few pouts that make you laugh, they won't let you catch even a whiff of how they truly seethe inside.

˜”*°•Jealous partners that would never blame you for how they are feeling. They know you're always perfect, fiercely loyal, and doting to a fault. But they also know it's your kindness and sympathy that gets mistaken for flirting. You could be just going around doing what you do, smiling harmlessly at a waiter or a cashier. And it's only them that notices the person's face falter. Eyes glazing as if they had looked directly into the sun.

What's infuriating is that you don't see how they look at you. You only ever see a friend making you laugh or a stranger being kind. Palpable. They can taste the jealousy curling in their stomach, crawling up their throat until they can feel it in their mouth. It's bitter and resentful, numbing their tongue like medicine.

˜”*°•Jealous partners that would grin like wolves, before lacing an arm around your shoulder, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching how the other person's face darkens with realisation.

You belong to them, body, soul and mind. And no matter how many times they claim you, it'll never be enough.

Most of the time they try to handle the stares. You see, mostly it's the low-lives giving you looks of pure desire, wondering what you would look like under them. Those can be dealt with easily.

But sometimes the gaze is different, it's always a gut-wrenching realization, for they can recognize it. It's a gaze that goes deeper than just lust. it's how they have looked at you all their life. That's the one that really fucks with them. Rage and fear washing over them like a tide.

They just have to feel you in that moment, pressed themselves up against you until they can feel you heart hammer against their skin. With every passing second, their poised self continues to slip. They need you to show them how much you really crave them. So they'll do it. Even if its means pulling you in a corner, secluded yet public and needing to slide their fingers in you pants to feel how aroused you are.

They want you to feel as consumed by them as they feel about you. Can't you see how pathetic you make them feel? So quick to anger and envy. They want you ruined, to bury so deeply into you that you can feel them mark you forever.

Jealous partners that won't let you go until their teeth leave marks down your bare skin. Playlus nips at your neck as they overwhelm you with the pleasure. Its hard and rough as they take you right then and there, basically beckoning someone to catch you two. So the idiots can watch how easily you come undone under them, your pleasure building your pleasure until you can't help but scream their name. Maybe then, that will ease their jealousy.

"Who do you belong to?" They'd whisper, voice like silk, like they aren't holding you down, fisting your hair. That's the only time you realise someone pissed them off, it's feeling the hunger and need radiating off of them. The touch so starving, that their fingers seem to carve you out.

Yes they a little out of hand, but you don't mind, do you?

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

ARLECCHINO, Childe, Wanderer, Geto, Sukuna, Gojo, MIHAWK, Sunday, CALEB

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა Buy me a coffee?

[ruedavoo]

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[humanjarvis]

sorry i have to know do you like Caleb's pseudo incest trope? or are they just childhood friends for you?

i’m so sorry i know this sounds like a non answer but i honestly don’t care about which trope he’s boxed into. like when i think about him and when i write i just focus on the core elements of their relationship which are calebmc love each other and they've always loved each other and they grew up in the same house under the care of the same person and that complicated things and added a ~forbidden element. and that’s true no matter what language u play in 

i found it really confusing and disorienting at first bc he was released a few weeks after i started the game and i’m like what is this guy’s deal. and then you have people like omg if you play in en you’re missing out he’s like a completely different character in the other languages and i’m just like guys. come on. please don’t say this character i really like isn’t the real version of himself. and honestly after going back and forth in my head about it there are some lines in his cards that don’t make as much sense in en but at the end of the day it’s more or less the same story for me personally. so my advice to anyone struggling with how to view him is just. view him how you want and block people who upset you lmao

and THEN as a writer i see people talk about how en players characterize him differently sometimes, maybe making him sillier and more submissive, and that’s another thing where i have to say i really just don’t care. like. i play the game in english i consume his english content so of course i’m going to write him like how i consume him. like. language-based characterization differences may very well be a problem but if they are a problem they’re not mine they’re infold’s lmao 

tldr great question anon but i decided to stop losing sleep over it 🤷🏾‍♀️

[syluses]

caleb gets off on you calling him gege lbr here. This is a hill i will die on

[maopll]

"Haha...well I definitely didn't think this through.."

"I can see..."

The situation you are in should be embarrassing for most people. But lil' ol' you here have been possibly the biggest fan for the one you are stuck here with. The good side of you says this is wrong while the bad side is just....'hell yeah'

"It's momentary...trust me! I bet we can figure a way out"

You look around the small and tight escape room. Above was the trapdoor with a little space left, just enough for air and light to enter. It would be fun, they said. Your current predicament says otherwise...not that you're complaining.

"We cannot stay stuck like this with eachother forever. Perhaps you'd have an idea on how to get out." His eyes hadn't met yours during the whole ordeal. Was he embarrassed ?!

"I uhh....Maybe if we shout?" You shout quite loudly for 'help'...fortunately for you no one came

"Heh, guess you're stuck with me forever...can I rest my head?" "...Yes..."

And so it turns into a different seven minutes in heaven session. You noticed how he was more frantic than usual. Was it because your bodies were practically pressing eachother and it was harder to ignore this feeling? Bingo.

Through the faint light coming in, you saw how his cheeks had flushes a pretty shade of pink. His heart too was beating quite loudly since you could hear it because you laid your head close to his chest. You smile to yourself 'thank god, I think he likes me'

....

"Oh my god how did you two end up here?!"

Your friend shrieks as they pull you two up from the narrow space. "That would be my fault I didn't see the trapdoor" you chime as they removed dust and debris from your hair.

"Wait wait I gotta say something to him" you pause your friend's movement and give a small wink, an inside code for the fine shyt.

"So uh... after today's events, would you like to have a little coffee afterwards? My treat!"

He was a little taken aback, with your sudden request, but as he finally realised what you meant by that, he won't admit it but his insides felt a little giddy. A small smile forming at the thought of the next moment.

"We can do that. Wanna hang out at my house sometime?"

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[meowssmer]

are you guys getting what i'm putting down or am i alone right now.

[fangbangerghoul]

I have been actively writing lately so I will share a Sunday snippet!

I am currently working on two fics: Citrus and Melancholy and Empire of Desire. Both are part in the Love and Deepspace fandom one starring a singlemom!MC and the other a nonmc.

The snippet will be from the next chapter of Empire of Desire.

I am not sure who entirely to tag when it comes to LADS content, so I am gonna wing it, no pressure tags: @rafayelxsylusho @poisonf0rest @roguishcat @ishgard @atonalginger @eridanidreams @lyriumrain @bearlytolerant @lisa-and-shadow

Under the cut, a snippet of chapter 4 from Empire of Desire:

chp 4 snippet

Eucalyptus and witch-hazel filled his nostrils the moment his lips pushed hungrily against hers. He knew she halfheartedly meant the things she said but that half was enough of an excuse to ignore them. The way she pressed herself further into him, allowing his hands to snake behind her. His fingers full of her plush green curls. He was a fool for thinking he could resist it.

            She was equally a fool for letting him so close to her every time. He felt on the edge of giving in and devouring her whole. To shackle her and show her how much he couldn’t stand the way her honey glazed eyes looked up at him sometimes. A volatile storm brewed incessantly inside of him and the only way to ease the hammering winds seem to be pressing his thumbs into her tender bruises, so she’d sing those addictive soft whimpers.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i would like for niku to get stuck in a sunday sugu sandwich ….

[vibinsanemoved]

EXCCUSE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU WHAT DO YOU /MEAN/ CALEB'S CN IS SUNDAY LRODS I AM NOT UR STRONGEST SOLDIER ALSKDFJ