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[yoimimi]

No one will disturb us here

Caleb x female reader

Words: 4k

Content: spoilers for clearwind glide!! implied established relationship (they fucked on his bday) but reader is still shy, cave sex lol, yandere inner monologue, possessive caleb, pervert caleb, mean-ish dom caleb, reader matches his freak, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, piv, multiple orgasms, overstim, reader can come from penetration alone (only at the end), creampie, cumplay and a hint of snowballing, slightly angsty ending

Pet names used for reader: honey, pip-squeak, baby, pips

The storm outside your makeshift shelter in the caves will not relent. Even as deep as you are now, you can hear the wind howling through the entrance. Thunder cracks violently, and the distant roar of waves against rocks makes it sound like the world is breaking apart in two.

Oh how quickly things can change when you're with Caleb. One second, everything is sunny and bright. The next second, a tempest appears. It's a lot like his eyes—and the way he talks to you.

In your little pocket of dry warmth away from civilization, you lie beside him on the tarp-covered ground. His proximity is suffocating. The steady rise and fall of his chest is irritating. His bionic arm is folded under his head like he doesn't have a care in the world, and his whole body is much more relaxed than you could ever dream of being right now.

How can he be so calm after everything?

It's not the storm—or the fact that you two are practically stranded in the middle of nowhere—that makes you feel uneasy. It's what he said earlier. The most annoying thing is that he was right. As always, Caleb can decipher your twisted emotions better than you ever could.

You might be waterproof and windproof all huddled up in this cave together. But you are not Caleb-proof.

There's no version of you that could be immune to him. Every inch of him has been practically handcrafted to captivate you. It's in the way he smirks when his eyes meet yours, the way his touch sears your skin, the way he laughs off your shyness and hesitancy like it's a joke only he understands.

You've always been simultaneously afraid of what he does to you while hoping he'll push it even further.

And what does that make you? You're just as bad as he is. So why are you cautious to meet him in the middle?

"Pst," Caleb whispers, drawing your eyes back to his smug face. "You're thinkin' up a storm over there. Big enough to rival the one outside."

Ugh, he's so annoying.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to face him properly and intend to give him your usual sass. Unfortunately, all your worries and thoughts immediately turn to mush when you see his face properly.

Only Caleb could muster a look that's half concerned puppy, half sly wolf.

Your brain goes blank. A soft huff leaves your lips before you argue, "I'm not." That's all you can come up with right now.

He turns on his side too, giving you his full attention now. You hate it. And you love it.

Before you even get a chance to wriggle away, his large hand lands on your waist. He tugs you closer, giving you no choice but to keep your eyes on him and breathe his air.

"You are," he replies with certainty. "What's wrong? Still hung up on what I said before?"

It's like he's nestled his way into your mind with how effortlessly he knows what you're thinking.

You try to school your annoyed and shocked expression. "I wasn’t thinking about that."

His little chuckle in response grates on your nerves. Your lower half doesn't get the memo to be annoyed, though. “You’re a bad liar.”

He shifts even closer, lips twitching when he nuzzles against your head. It's too tempting to kiss him. You're tired of playing this game of cat and mouse with him.

If you have to be alone in a cave with him all night long, then you're going to take what he's been flaunting in your face since the moment you arrived on this damn island.

Caleb thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks you're still shy, still debating whether or not you should be closer to him. But when your cute look of apprehension turns to that fierce, determined look you wear as a Hunter, he realizes he's in for a surprise.

Your fingers hook around his necklace, and in a split second, he's yanked toward you and feeling your mouth crash against his.

It’s like you’ve shoved a lit match right into his chest. A few seconds ago, he was the one in control—playing at being calm and confident while you flushed with embarrassment. Now, you're in charge of how fast his heart beats and how hot his skin burns.

He eagerly swallows your soft moans and nibbles on your reddening lips. You taste better than he remembered. And you sound better than his faded memory of how you cried for him to fuck you harder and faster on his birthday.

He's going to enjoy pulling more and more of those delicious sounds from your lips tonight. It'll be your compensation to him for making him wait so long to feel you in his arms again.

When you finally part from his lips, there's a gorgeous, hungry look in your eyes. You're equally as insatiable as he is. You just needed a little more courage to act on it.

“That's my girl,” he murmurs, far too happy that you're no longer denying yourself what you want.

His hand grips your hip tighter, thumb pressing into the sliver of exposed skin above the waistband of your swim shorts.

“Did that make you feel better?” he teases as his fingers slide further inward. His big hand slides down to wedge between your quivering thighs before cupping your clothed pussy. "Or do you need more?"

The way your body shivers tells Caleb yes, but he needs a verbal response. He needs more of your eager affirmation that this is exactly where you want to be.

He knows how to get you to beg for more when you're feeling timid. All you need is a little convincing, just a little more pressure right between your legs.

His fingers search for your clit through the thick material of your swimsuit and—ah, right there. With his target located, he rubs a harsh but quick circle, only enough to make you jolt before he abruptly stops.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Just as he anticipated, you're putty in the palm of his hand now. You whimper so sweetly for him, and your fingers clutch his large shoulders. But it's still not enough.

His lips brush your ear as he whispers, "I wasn't lyin' when I said we could do…other things if you want. Buuut you need to use your words to ask for them, honey."

You waste no time giving him his answer. "Yes," you whine, "keep going."

God, you must be needy, because now you're raking your nails down his chest and abs. His sweet little pip-squeak is getting bolder with taking what she wants. He revels in that realization more than you know.

In your bravery, you play with the strings of his swimming trunks, intent on dipping beneath the fabric to feel him. But he stops you before you get too far.

You gasp when he rolls on top of you. His bionic arm braces beside your head and keeps him up effortlessly while the other hand sneaks under the slit of your coverup to caress your bare skin.

This cute swimsuit he chose for you does a perfect job of hiding you away from the filthy, invasive eyes of others. But here, alone in this cave, Caleb can strip it all away and show you the difference between lustful gazes from lowlifes and his gaze full of devotion.

He takes his time undoing the strings tying everything together—unraveling you just as much as your swimsuit with every deliberate brush of his fingers. All the while, his breathing grows heavier with each inch of newly exposed skin.

You don't even know how many times he's touched himself to the thought of having you like this again. Every time he's closed his eyes since that night in June, he's pictured you spread out, begging him to take you all over again.

It's a miracle you hadn't noticed the way he'd used your bed, the sheets, your clothes—anything he could get his hands on that smells like you—to press his cock against and spill his load onto. Then he'd watched you sleep in the same bed, wear the same clothes, and he'd gotten hard all over again.

You've been wearing his mark for months now without even realizing it.

And yet it's still not enough. Your body needs more proof that you're his. When this little bubble of isolation from the rest of the world bursts, Caleb wants you to leave with evidence that you only belong to him. So he drags his mouth down your neck, biting and sucking along the expanse of it before leading a trail to your breasts to leave even more marks there.

Your swimsuit is now a rumpled mess a few feet away. The only thing separating your flushed bodies is Caleb's swimming trunks. His cock throbs painfully beneath them, but first his lips and tongue yearn for the taste of something much sweeter.

“Let me taste you,” he says while looking at you with a mix of tenderness and desperation.

It might sound like a demand, but it's a plea. Any sign of discomfort from you, and he'll stop everything immediately. But you're trembling so adorably. And he notices the way your hips tilt up just a little, like you're ready to grind yourself on his mouth.

You nod for him to keep going, and then he can't hold back any longer.

He spreads you open with shaky hands, his breath catching when he sees the mess you've already left along your thighs and dripping down your center. The sight makes him dizzy.

“Oh, pip-squeak,” he groans in awe. His fingers instinctively swipe through your slick, spreading it higher before rubbing it around your clit. "You're so wet. Have you been like this since I told you to strip earlier?"

It physically pains him to see you like this. How could you have hidden this from him for so long when he would've gladly helped alleviate all this tension in your body?

He doesn't bother waiting for an answer now. All he knows is that your poor little cunt is aching for him. And he is starving for you.

He slides all the way down your body, readying himself to sink face-first into your warmth. The only thing he regrets right now is the discomfort you must feel with being on the cold, hard ground in this cave. But he swears to himself that he'll make up for it with his mouth.

With a loud groan of pleasure, he buries his face in your pussy. Your taste explodes on his tongue, and his hands clamp down on your thighs—hard enough to bruise—to hold you still so he can devour you. There's a hint of salty seawater clinging to your skin, but he doesn't mind.

Caleb doesn’t eat pussy lazily. He laps, sucks, fucks you with his tongue like he’s trying to crawl inside you. He moans every time you grind against his mouth, letting you know that he loves when you drown him in your taste and scent.

The entire time, his eyes never leave your face, glazed with hunger and feverish with obsession while he greedily memorizes the way your lips part and your eyes scrunch so beautifully in ecstasy.

When your thighs shake, he leaks more precum. When your breath stutters and you whisper his name, he wants to scorch the earth just so nothing else could ever interrupt this moment.

When you come, he feels like he’s the one coming undone. He keeps going, keeps licking and sucking, desperate for more, like an addict for your pleasure. Your arousal coats his face, and he wishes it could remain stuck there forever.

His lips latch onto your clit again, sucking it into his mouth while his left hand inches closer to your entrance.

You're so cute, yanking at his hair and desperately trying to shove him away even though he's sucking so gently. He chuckles against your skin, not planning on separating from your squelching pussy unless you use your safe word.

And surprise, surprise—you never utter it.

Caleb knows exactly what you need. Two of his fingers easily slide inside you before curling tight against your spongy walls. He has to use his other hand to press down on your abdomen just to keep you still and pliant for him.

"A–ah, I'm too sensitive, Caleb," you cry, as if he doesn't already know your own limits. And it's still not the magic word to make him stop.

He spares your poor aching clit for now, but his fingers don't stop moving—gently fucking and curling and stroking all the right places. His rhythm is relentless while he teases you with a smirk.

"But this is what you wanted, right?" he asks with feigned innocence.

If you had the ability to use your words properly right now, you'd probably call him a big meanie. His cock twitches again just thinking about it, but he doesn't let that ruin his focus on riling you up.

"You can't go back on your word, baby." He pouts even though you can barely see it. "You don't get to escape until I've had my fill."

You’re close, so close it's unbearable. And what's getting you there? It's not just his touch. It's that slightly unhinged look in his eyes and the way he talks to you.

He presses open-mouthed kisses all around your pelvis and thighs while his hands work fucking magic on your pussy.

And in between it all, he keeps whispering things you don't dare to dwell on too long.

"There are places where storms like this can last for weeks," he murmurs absentmindedly.

You'd say that faraway look in his eyes is distraction, but then there's a startling clarity in them when he glances up at you. It's almost like he believes he's powerful enough to control the weather himself.

"What if I brought you here on purpose?" he asks with a curious tilt of his head. Another alarmingly reverent kiss is placed on your hot skin. "What if I planned for this when I booked our trip to Cloudia Island?"

Embarrassingly, that terrifying question makes you clench harder around his fingers. And when he curls them again, you come without any warning.

You can't feel anything but white-hot, blinding pleasure. You can't see anything behind your eyelids screwed shut so tight it nearly hurts. But you can hear Caleb's gasp of surprise that you came so easily.

Even when he's caught off guard, he still works you through the pleasure perfectly. He wrings every drop out of you with thrusting fingers and a thumb flicking your oversensitive clit until you can't take it anymore.

You should be ashamed that his insinuation of keeping you locked away here is what led to your second orgasm. But you aren't given another minute of reprieve or second-guessing before he's taking even more from you.

The worst part is that you don't want him to stop.

Caleb quickly pulls down his swimming trunks before flinging them to the same place as your swimsuit. Your ears are still ringing from your orgasm, but your body burns for him to descend upon you again. You need his weight—need to feel him on top of you and inside you and all around until there's nothing left to focus on but him.

When he finally presses the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, his eyes are three shades darker.

"Fuck," he groans while slapping the tip against your wet clit. "I should keep you like this forever."

He doesn't give you a chance to ponder how serious those words are before he slowly slides inside, reacquainting himself with your warmth and tightness.

The ground might be unforgiving on his knees, but it doesn't stop him from pushing all the way inside and then pulling out just to slam back in harshly.

You barely need a few seconds to adjust to his size. Even after these few months without him, your pussy still remembers the shape of his cock. Helped along with the slick from your previous orgasms, it's far too easy for Caleb to start a steady rhythm and fuck you nice and deep.

Tears prick your eyes from how good it feels, and your hands find his biceps before clawing at his skin with fervor. He coos and wipes away your tears so sweetly—an ironic contrast to how nasty his strokes are.

His muscles jump with each strong thrust. But his voice is surprisingly steady when he declares, "The world out there doesn't deserve you."

You should tell him he's wrong. Tell him you deserve more than to remain under his suffocating wing while he clips yours. But deep down? You feel the same way about him.

Is he still thinking about how tempting it would be to keep you here in this cave? Maybe he's already planned what to do if you escape. If you try to run, he could easily use gravity and the seclusion of this island as his allies. He'd keep you safe, dry, well-fed…and well-fucked too. He'd provide everything you could ever need, and you wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

You know your Caleb will always take good care of you. The way he's looking at you right now confirms it.

Maybe you can take a page from his book to make sure no one ever steals him from you either.

"Shut up," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut again. Though you're not sure if you're trying to ward off your intrusive thoughts or Caleb's. It has to be the latter. It's his fault, not yours. Halfheartedly, you murmur, "You never stop talking."

His insufferable laugh is too close, hot breath ruffling your hair when he rests his forehead against yours.

"What's wrong?" he purrs. "Are you scared of me now?" He presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your face, and it's annoyingly gentle for how hard he thrusts now that you're working him up even more. "Or are you scared that you like what I'm saying?"

Your body betrays you yet again, clenching tight around him while you claw at his back. He groans in satisfaction, pace stuttering momentarily but then returning to its earlier ferocity.

"There's my answer," he growls. "That's it—fuck. You're gonna come again, aren't ya, pips?"

You whimper, unable to find the strength to use words. But he doesn’t need you to; your body is screaming it for you.

"After this," he mutters against your sweaty neck, "you better not spend so much time trying to hide from me again." His voice is strained from the effort it takes to hold himself back, and the sound reminds you that he is just as affected by your touch as you are by his. "If you need something, you call for Caleb, remember?"

Gripping your thigh tighter, he hitches it higher around his waist until he’s hitting a spot that gets you even closer to your peak. You feel caged in by him, his body bracketing yours like there’s nowhere else he’ll let you go.

"This is where you belong," he whispers like a prayer against your skin. "No ocean, no storm clouds…nothing and no one will ever take you away from me."

The feverish rhythm builds, dragging you closer and closer to the edge until you can’t fight it anymore.

You cry his name and shudder under his intoxicating hold. "Come with me—inside me," you stutter through high-pitched whines.

It takes three more thrusts before you're both gasping and shaking, grinding sloppily against each other while you both ride out your high.

You can feel his cum spill deep inside you and add to the mess you already made between your thighs. The cave walls echo with your mingled panting and the lewd wet sounds of your coupling.

Your body is trembling, boneless in his hold, but Caleb isn't ready to let go yet. He’s still inside you, still holding you in place with his hips like pulling out might somehow undo everything he just carved back onto your body.

You whimper when he readjusts you both to lie on your sides instead of having his full weight rest on you.

"Easy, pips," he murmurs, brushing sweat-soaked hair from your face. His voice is ragged, raw from groaning your name. He blushes when he realizes how much he revealed to you while lost in the throes of pleasure. "I’ve got you," he promises softly. "I'm not lettin' you go."

You laugh, your voice just as hoarse as his. "I couldn't escape even if I wanted to."

Same old sassy pip-squeak even after he's put in all this work to fuck you just right. That's good. It means he hasn't scared you away yet.

With a reluctant sigh, he finally pulls out of your soft warmth and watches his cum leak out of you. He has to admit, he'll never tire of that sight.

But in this cave, with no rag or water to clean you with, he has to resort to other measures to keep you comfortable. He doesn't want you to fall asleep all sticky with his cum and dirtying your clothes that he had already dried by the fire.

He scoops up as much of the mess as he can with his fingers. The swipe against your pussy makes you crack one eye open suspiciously. Caleb tries not to laugh at that cute look of astonishment when you writhe from the feeling.

"Oh my god, are you really going for another round?" you scold as you glance down to figure out what he's doing. "Caleb, I'm too sore for this."

"Relaaax," he drawls and leaves a soft kiss on the corner of your frown. "Just cleanin' you up," he says with a chuckle. "Can't leave you all messy."

With his fingers slick with your combined releases, he presses the digits to his tongue and laps up the mess without looking away from you. He knows he's being filthier than usual, but your rapt attention says you like this just as much as he does. So he makes a bigger show of it, tongue curling slow around his fingers, sucking them clean with a low groan.

You gape at him. “You—ugh, you’re so disgusting.” 

Your protest falters when he slides his fingers back down between your thighs, scooping up the rest of the glossy smear there.

“Mm,” he hums with a grin, “funny, ‘cause you’re starin’ at me like you want a taste too.”

He notices the way your cheeks flush. This time, instead of bringing the coated fingers to his own lips, he holds them in front of yours.

You're so good for him, immediately wrapping your pretty mouth around his digits and sucking them clean. When he pulls his fingers free, he seals the act with a deep kiss, tongue clashing with yours in a desperate dance to further mix the taste of both of you.

He swaps the shared spit and cum with you greedily, hands cradling your jaw like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. And when you've had enough, all tuckered out from his love, he sweetly tucks you back beneath the tarp so you'll stay safe and secure beside him.

The downpour outside still washes the rest of the world in muted grays, but inside the cave, Caleb's mind has never been clearer.

You must think he confessed every little thing he's ever wanted to do to save you from prying eyes. Maybe you even think some of it was exaggeration or him getting carried away in the heat of the moment.

The truth is that it wasn't even half of what he feels for you.

He'd never hurt you. Your freedom is not only important to yourself. But you don't know how far his mind wanders when he thinks of the mere possibility of you leaving his side.

If the storm inside him keeps battering away at his defenses, would you end up seeking shelter with someone else? Or would you weather it with him—beside him?

He closes his eyes and hopes he'll never have to find out.

a/n: i tried so hard to amplify caleb's yandere, but tbh i'm not sure how well i did. it's definitely canon-typical, at least.

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[yoimimi]

Caleb 💜

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THE SECRET LOCKER caleb

𝓢UM : Caleb, your sweet caleb, has had a painfully obvious crush on you for years. But what you don’t know is that while he’s all sunshine and warm in person, he’s also the desperate little perv who steals your panties when he visits and jerks off to them in his dorm every night. His roommate Gideon knows and is sick of his shit.

➢𝓒W : Pre-relationship, college era (DAA Caleb), pre–explosion (before he went CALEBOOM !!!), panty stealing, masturbation, heavy perv behavior, obsession, scent kink, Gideon being done with Caleb’s horny ass, loser boy energy, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, mutual virginity lose, oral (f! receiving), fingering, deep emotional confession, protected sex (Caleb has a condom and panicked about it), realistic first time (slight discomfort, giggles, softness), aftercare, crying from emotions (Caleb), praise kink, possessive vibes, happy ending, happy tears. . . MDNI

➢𝓐/N : can you guys tell I lob caleb ? (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠) — anyways, had to invest into this awesome hc whoever came up with LMFAO also I like to imagine they had their first time with eo cuz a man who yearns this hard for his beloved wouldn't lose it to someone else. Caleb’s a man who sees sex as something spiritual and as a demi i heavily fw it.

Caleb had tried.

Tried not to look when you bent over to grab something off your floor. Tried not to stare when you came back from a shower in those little shorts. Tried not to memorize how your laundry smelled.

But Caleb was weak.

And you were soft, curvy, warm—always kind to him, always laughing at his dry jokes like he wasn’t a bundle of nerves every time you got too close. You called him "handsome" once—he nearly fainted in your kitchen. You touched his thigh during a movie and he got hard so fast he thought he blacked out.

It started innocent.

He stayed over one weekend. You tossed him a pair of pajama pants and pointed toward the bathroom. And there—there—hanging beside your towel, were your panties. Pink, lace-trimmed, and god, still damp from your shower. He didn’t mean to do anything. Really. He didn’t. But his hand moved like it belonged to someone else.

He lifted them. Inhaled. Eyes fluttered shut.

And then he took them.

Just once. Just to... remember the smell. And then he came so fast in his dorm he barely made it to the tissue box.

He told himself it was a one-time thing.

It wasn’t.

“Dude, that’s the third pair this week.”

Gideon’s voice was flat, arms crossed, as he watched Caleb slide the newest addition into a ziplock bag. “You’re becoming a fuckin' collector.”

“I’m not—shut up,” Caleb hissed, shoving the bag in the back of his locker, already flushed head to toe. “You don’t get it, she—she wore those yesterday, and—fuck, she left them on the chair! What was I supposed to do?!”

“Not steal them?” Gideon gestured wildly. “Like a normal guy with a crush??”

“I have a plan,” Caleb said weakly.

“You’ve had a crush for years, Caleb.”

Caleb sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. “You don’t get it. She’s—fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t—I can’t just tell her, man, you’ve seen her. She’d never want me.”

Gideon looked at him like he was the dumbest man alive. Which, frankly, he might be. “Caleb. She bought you a ‘world’s best pilot’ mug and kissed your cheek when you passed you graduated. She sends you food when you’re sick. She calls you 'sunshine boy’.”

“That doesn’t mean she wants me,” Caleb muttered.

“It means you’re stupid.”

The locker was getting full.

He hated himself for it. Every time he came, clutching your panties in his fist, moaning your name like a prayer, he’d finish and immediately curl in on himself, guilt tightening his chest.

But then he’d go over to your place again. See you in one of those tank tops, smiling up at him, thighs peeking from your shorts. He’d catch a whiff of your shampoo or your lotion. You’d laugh and toss your arm around his shoulder like it was nothing and suddenly his mouth was dry, cock twitching, heart beating loud enough to give him away.

He was obsessed.

But you were so far out of his league, so unreachable, so warm and sweet and out of bounds that all he could do was imagine.

And steal.

The night it went too far was the night you texted:

"ugh caleb i miss you :( come over this weekend pls I'm craving ur braised chicken 😮‍💨"

Caleb bit his lip so hard he nearly bled. He reread the message seven times. His dick was already hard.

But he did came over that weekend, somehow managing a day off from aerospace academy. You fell asleep first.

It was late. He cooked for you. You watched half a sci-fi movie and passed out on the couch. Caleb covered you with a blanket, heart thumping so hard he could feel it in his throat.

He tried to sleep. He really did. But then he saw your bedroom door cracked open. Your laundry basket in the corner.

A fresh pair of panties folded over the rim.

His hands were shaking as he picked them up. His brain was screaming at him—put them down, put them down, she’ll hate you if she finds out,—but his cock was throbbing in his sweats, and he couldn’t think straight.

The second he was in your bathroom with the door shut, he shoved his hand down his pants, nose buried in the fabric.

“F-fuck—” he gasped, hips jerking forward, “fuckfuckfuck—baby—”

It was shameless. It was wrong. It was also the hardest he’d ever come.

Gideon cornered him the two days later. “You left a fucking ziplock bag in the shared fridge, Caleb.”

“It had a gel ice pack!!”

“It also had lace underwear and a label that said ‘Monday’ on it.”

“I panicked, okay??”

Gideon pointed at him. “You’re sick. I’m gonna call her.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“She needs to know her panties are living a double life—”

“I WILL KILL YOU.”

The day you found out was an accident. You were looking for something in his dorm closet. He was mid-shower. The locker door creaked open, and—

You blinked.

Ziplocks. Pink, lavender, navy blue. Labels.

Your underwear.

You stood in silence. Flushed. Confused. And then very intrigued.

When Caleb came back into the room, towel slung across his shoulders, wearing sweats, rubbing water from his hair, he saw you frozen there, “Hey pipsqueak—” and froze too.

Silence.

“Caleb?” Your voice was soft. Dangerous. “What...is all this?”

His soul left his body. “I—I can explain—!”

“You stole my panties.”

“I SWEAR I’M NOT A PERVERT—!!”

“Caleb.” You held one of the bags up. He made a wheezing noise, “I thought the washing machine was eating my panties.”

You stepped toward him. He backed up. “You really like me that much?” Your voice was teasing now, but your eyes were hungry. “You jerk off with these, Caleb?”

“I—yes—I mean, I’m sorry, I mean—fuck, please don’t hate me—”

“Do I look like I hate you?” You were too close. Your fingers brushed the waistband of his sweats. His knees buckled.

“I think,” you whispered, “you should’ve just asked to smell it in person.”

He whimpered.

You’re not even sure how it happened—one minute you were teasing him about “The Locker,” sitting right there on his lap, letting your thighs squeeze his. The next? He’s gripping you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, hard as a rock against your center, and his breath is coming out like he’s been holding it since college.

“You’re not real,” Caleb whispers, dragging his lips along the skin just above your chest like he’s still not sure this isn’t a dream. “I used to jack off so hard thinking about this—'bout you sitting on me like this, teasing me. Wearing those cute panties that always had your smell…”

“You mean my panties you used to jerk off on?” you hum, fingers curling into his nape. His cheeks go red, eyes darkening. “Fuck… you’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” you smirk. “Now that I know you’re a pervert who sniffed my panties and probably moaned my name in your pillow…”

He moans. Like full-body tremble, hips jerk, head thrown back—moans. “You gotta stop talking like that, pips,” he begs, hands squeezing your hips, “or I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants like I used to.”

You kiss his flushed neck. “Then show me. Show me how you used to get off thinking about me.”

You end up on his bed, like the universe meant it. Clothes are thrown off. Your panties tossed somewhere across the room—he grabs them mid-air and sniffs them like it’s his last inhale.

You should be nervous. You are, technically. But when you’re lying under Caleb, both of you bare to each other for the first time, you don’t feel shy or scared.

You feel… full. Not in the physical sense—though, you’re about to be—but in the soul sense. Caleb is looking at you like you hung the damn stars. One of his trembling hands is brushing your cheek.

"You're really here," he whispers.

You nod. "Yeah. I am."

He kisses you. It’s soft at first—he kisses like he’s studying, memorizing, soaking in every second. Then it gets needier. Wetter. He shifts closer until your bare thighs are touching his, and his hips rock against yours involuntarily.

You can feel him. Hard. Hot. Bigger than you expected. And twitching. And it makes you gasp a little.

He jerks back. “Wait, wait—did I hurt you?! I swear to God I didn’t mean to—” You’re laughing, cupping his cheeks. “No, Caleb. It’s okay. It just feels... different. We’ve never done this before.”

“…Yeah,” he says breathlessly, biting his lip. “Never. Not with anyone.” You blink. “Wait. You too?”

He pauses. Then he nods. “Yeah. You were my… uh. My endgame. Since like… forever.”

And it hits you like a truck.

The boy who used to jerk off to your pillow scent, hoarded your stolen panties in a hidden locker, and clung to them like lifelines during college exams—he waited. For you.

You feel the urge to cry. Instead, you pull him back into a kiss.

The first time he sees your chest bare, he just stares. Wide-eyed. Blushing. Speechless. You reach to cover yourself, but he stops you gently. “No—please. Don’t. I’ve… I’ve dreamed about this. You’re so soft. So pretty.”

His fingers are trembling as they trace your curves, your belly, your thighs. “I used to imagine your body felt like this,” he admits, leaning down to mouth at your skin. “Warm. Plush. Just like heaven.”

He kisses lower and lower, all the way to your thighs, spreading your legs with both shaky hands.

And then he just… stares again.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re nervous,” you whisper.

“I want to,” he says, eyes locked on your pussy. “I used to wonder how you tasted. I just… I’ve never done it before, so I might suck.”

“…Pun intended?”

“…Maybe.”

You snort. “Go slow.”

He does. Caleb starts with tentative licks—his nose nuzzling your mound, his tongue tracing soft stripes between your folds. His first touch to your clit makes you jolt, and he immediately panics.

“Wait—did I go too hard?!”

“No—no! It’s just sensitive. But in a good way.”

“Oh.” He beams. “Cool. That’s cool. Yeah. I can work with that.” The next time, he goes more confidently. Licks that get sloppier, messier. He moans into you when you grab his hair. “Your thighs,” he mutters, breathless, “they shake when I do this. Shit.”

He slips a finger in. Slow. Testing. Your body welcomes him in with a soft gasp. You cum unexpectedly—and he cums in his pants.

He’s so embarrassed. Face in your neck. Still panting. Still rock hard despite the mess in his boxers. “I swear I didn’t mean to! I just—god, you were so wet, and warm, and you sounded so pretty—”

You’re laughing. “Stop laughinggg,” he groans into your shoulder. You pull his face up to kiss him, forehead to forehead. “It’s fine, Caleb. That was… really hot.”

His voice goes small. “You still wanna… you know.”

“…Have sex?”

He nods. Like a nervous puppy. He reaches into the nightstand drawer. “I’ve had these forever. For, um. Just in case.”

You swallow. “Just in case of me?”

He blushes. “Yeah...Gideon put—” You kiss him like you're about to pass out from love.

When he lines up, it’s hesitant. You can see how bad he wants to just slam into you—but he’s taking his time. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers. “Tell me if it’s weird.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “Go slow.” He pushes in. And it’s… tight. A little uncomfortable. A lot fuller than your fingers ever got you. But he’s kissing your temple the whole time.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “So fucking pretty. So warm. I’m losing my mind.”

You giggle. “You're halfway in.”

He groans. “Baby, I know. I think I just saw God.”

Once he’s fully inside, he doesn’t move. His forehead rests against yours. He’s breathing heavy. Eyes squeezed shut.

“This is better than every single fantasy I’ve ever had,” he says. “I mean, I loved jerking off with your panties, but—”

“CALEB!”

“Sorry! Sorry—just—fuck, you feel too good.” He rocks his hips. You let out a noise that shocks you both. “You okay?”

“…More than okay.”

The pace starts clumsy. Off-rhythm. You bump noses and teeth more than once. At one point, he accidentally slips out and then fumbles trying to get back in. “…Sorry,” he mutters, forehead sweaty.

You’re giggling.

“Why’re you laughing at me again?” he pouts.

“Because you’re cute,” you whisper, pulling him back in. “And because this is our first time. It’s okay to be awkward.”

He melts. “Say it again,” he murmurs.

“What?”

“That this is ours. That you’re mine.”

You cup his face. “I’m yours, Caleb. I always have been.”

That’s all he needs.

His pace finds its rhythm. Your bodies sync. The awkwardness turns into moaning, breathy curses, skin slapping, and the softest murmurs of "I missed you" and "I wanted this for so long" between kisses.

You cum first—again—walls fluttering around him, body shaking. He cums second, seconds later, clutching you like he’s afraid he might wake up and this was all a dream.

After, he’s quiet. Still on top of you, softening slowly inside the condom, arms wrapped around your waist like you’re his anchor.

“Hey,” you whisper, stroking his cheek. “You okay?”

He sniffles.

“…Did you just cry?” you ask gently.

“No.” Sniffles again. “…Okay maybe a little.”

You pull his face up and cup his cheek. “Talk to me.”

He swallows thickly. His voice cracks. “I used to think… I’d never get to have you. I’d lie awake in my dorm bed—fucking myself stupid with your panties in one hand and your picture open in the other—and I’d cry after. Every single time.”

Your heart clenches.

“Not because of the nut,” he huffs, emotional. “Because I loved you. Because it hurt how much I wanted you.”

You hug him tight. “Caleb…”

“I wanted you to love me back,” he whispers into your hair. “Not just be my fantasy. Not just the girl I couldn’t have.”

You kiss his temple. “You have me now. For real. No more secrets. No more lockers.”

“…I’d keep that one pair,” he mumbles.

“…WHAT?!”

[yoimimi]

CalebMC, texting

Caleb: what did you get for your test today, honey?

MC: 95. But I'm sad it's not 100. :(

Caleb: no baby, 95 is perfect. the best number.

Caleb: that's Lighting McQueen's number. :p

Caleb: cuz you're myqueen.

Caleb: kachoow.

[yoimimi]

keep you close

synopsis: when colonel caleb calls you into his office, you get far more than you bargained for. 

tags: filth kinda, mean condescending caleb, power dynamics, sir kink, uniform shenanigans, favoritism, i kind of did my speech pattern drabble in this, “massage,” groping, spanking, crying, apologizing, humiliation i guess, licking, biting, dry humping, "baby," “good girl”  pairing: colonel caleb x fleet recruit fem reader  word count: 3k 

a/n: every weekend i sit down to write and stray further and further from god

You hopped from foot to foot, all but twiddling your thumbs in the uncomfortable silence. 

For the fourth time, you scanned the barren office, devoid of decor, photos—anything that could maybe tell you about the man in front of you. Just as you were about to speak, put your life on the line and request dismissal, the voice that’d won your fear and respect filled the room. 

“Not thinking of running away, are you?” Watchful eyes, cold and shrewd when they looked at others, gleamed in the way they seemed to just for you. 

A lump grew in your throat. Were you that easy to read? Or was he just that attuned to you?  Either way, you couldn’t admit to it. Not when every other Fleet recruit who got called into this office left with watery eyes and ruined pride. “N-no, sir,” you muttered, willing your jittery feet to stop betraying your nerves. 

You were a moment too late. Gaze flitting to your shoes, Colonel Xia gave you a half-smirk. “Good. I wouldn’t want this little meeting cut short, would you?”

“No, sir,” you repeated. You wanted nothing more. 

At just 25, the youngest Colonel in Farspace Fleet history was devastatingly handsome. With his muscled frame, full lips, and penetrating violet eyes, you often wondered if he’d be better suited as a model than a space defense official. You supposed it made sense, though—models were nowhere near as intimidating. 

“You’re full of right answers today,” he observed, pushing his chair back from the piles of paperwork on his sleek L-shaped desk. “Give me another one. The nurses told me you overexerted yourself in your mission today. Is that true?” 

Freezing in place, you balked at the question. Here it comes, you thought. A couple months in, and already demoted to desk duty? Or let go altogether? It was just your luck. 

Awaiting your answer, he spread his legs and folded his hands on his abdomen. His face looked calm enough—you’d never seen him lose his composure, only heard the horror stories of others who’d met his wrath—but you didn’t dare bet on the suspicion of favoritism. 

Your mouth went dry. Fear, anxiety, and something else that swirled inside you when you saw how his thick thighs stretched the expensive fabric of his pants. He seemed to like the truth—he seemed to already know it, most times—but he preferred when it was gifted to him on a silver platter. And if it would save your skin, you’d do it again in a heartbeat. 

“It’s true,” you croaked, cringing slightly from embarrassment. Your tongue instinctively darted out to wet your lips, and you tried not to notice the way his eyes sharpened. If you weren’t being fired for fucking up, unprofessionalism would get you there in no time. “Our unit was ambushed by Wanderers mid-exploration, and we had to make a quick escape. I thought I hurt myself pulling the other recruits into the aircraft, but the nurses said it’s just muscle strain.” You broke his piercing gaze and lowered your own to the floor. “I’m sorry for causing a fuss, Colonel.” 

You could feel him studying you. Your bowed head and clasped hands, the slight tremble—fear and fatigue—in your sore limbs. Moments ticked by, slow and shameful. If he could just get it over wi—

“Eyes up,” he ordered. Again, you obeyed. 

“Whoever gave you the impression that you need to apologize for saving half your cohort,” he started, voice laced with subtle malice, “is clearly in need of a refresher on Fleet protocol. We’ll discuss that more later.” 

Lips parting in shock, you silently prayed for the other recruits. By the look on his face…more horror stories to come.

“I have no intention of punishing you, unless you plan on giving me cause for it.” 

“No, sir!” you rushed. Forgetting yourself, you stepped toward him in desperation, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment when his eyebrows rose. 

His earlier smirk returned. “Easy. Like I said, no intention. In fact, I only called you here to see if you were okay.” He leaned back in his chair, legs spreading even further, and it took everything in you not to avert your gaze. “It’s my job to take care of you. How could I live with myself if one of the Fleet’s shining stars got injured on the assignment I ordered? If you ask me, I might even be a little to blame.” 

There was something different in his tone. Danger in simple words. 

“Please,” he continued, and your knees nearly buckled on the spot. Please, what? What could a man like him possibly want from you that he couldn’t take? His next words were your answer: “Let me help you.” 

“I’m…I”m not sure I understand,” you stammered, retreating to your original place. And another step for good measure. 

He held up a hand, and despite it all, you still stopped in your tracks. His other hand gestured to his lap, and you almost pinched yourself in disbelief. 

“I dispatched you on a mission, you got injured. It’s only fair I help you through it,” he said simply. “You can let me, or refuse. Your call. But if you accept,” he warned, voice dipping in provocation, “you’ll need to come a lot closer than that.” 

Hammering in your chest, your heart did a somersault. Minutes ago, you’d thought you were being relieved of duty, and now…he was being so vague, you weren’t sure what this was. But two things were clear: the first, you’d been right, bold as you were, about his bias toward you. Anyone else would’ve run out of here crying by now. The second? The most powerful, beautiful man you knew was offering to help you, whatever that meant. And when you combined that with the first…well, why the hell not. 

Cautiously, you stepped toward him again. And though he waited, imperial and unmoving, you swore you saw anticipation swimming in his eyes. 

It took 11 steps to stand before him. Each one was the toll of a bell in your brain. But still, you pressed on, advancing until his large frame was just an arm’s length away. 

Satisfaction shimmered on his face. 

“I won’t wear these for this,” he said, gesturing to his black gloves. “Help me take them off?” 

Warily and with no idea why he couldn’t do it himself, you reached out, and suddenly he was tangible. Real. The warm fabric of his uniform sent a shiver down your spine. 

Daintily, you inched the fitted leather off each of his extended hands, careful not to tug too hard. The gloves slipped off with relative ease, dwarfing your hands as you held them in hesitation. He pointed to the desk, and you spun to lay them down. 

“Good. Now sit down. Face forward,” he commanded, as if this order were as simple as “stand at attention.” 

You tried and failed to suppress a squeak as your hands shot out to brace yourself. Your fingerprints smudged his glass desktop. Incriminating. “Sir? What do you—”

“You still want me to help you?” His voice was strained. 

You did. You thought you did? You still weren’t clear on what that meant. “Yes,” you whispered. “But—”

He had a habit of not letting you finish. You’d figured that out early on. But an interruption wasn’t the cause, this time—it was a warm, callused hand, fully enveloping your wrist. A strong arm encircling your waist. And both, firmly pulling you down onto the Colonel’s lap. 

Rippling muscle, barely subdued under his uniform, was the first thing you felt. His broad chest pressing into your spine, his heavy thighs supporting your weight. 

The hardness flush against your ass was the second. 

But he apparently had other priorities. A relieved sigh left him as he snaked a hand up to your shoulder, nuzzling into your hair and taking a deep inhale. “That’s it,” he murmured, running his other hand down your side. “Stay like this. I’ll take care of you, just like I said.” 

On your shoulder, his fingers began to move, squeezing and loosening in gentle patterns. His other hand, once finished roving around your curves, rose to your opposite shoulder and mimicked the motions. 

You’d never been more confused in your life. 

All that, and he called you here to rub your shoulders? It felt nice, sure, but this was nothing an ice pack couldn’t fix. And surely, the man had better things to do. 

But before you could ask, he dug his thumbs into your shoulder blades, and your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. 

“Wow, you’re tense,” he remarked. “Pulling those people up is what made you so sore, right?” 

“Everywhere,” you panted. You fought relaxation and lost, your head lolling to the left side of his chest. 

He chuckled lowly. “Tell me about it.” 

“We-we were scouting the unexplored area,” you breathed. “The one you pinpointed on the map.” His hands worked a particularly coiled muscle, and you arched on instinct—your hips driving into his, your chest pushing into nothing. He grunted deeply in your ear, and your closed eyes flew open when his hands left your shoulders. Was he stopping already? Had you done something wrong? 

You didn’t wonder for long; soon, his palms settled on your chest, and your mind went blank. “Keep going,” he coaxed, breath fanning your ear. The way he cupped your tender breasts, squeezing and tugging to ease the tension out of you, almost stole your voice away. But when his head dropped to leave a long, doting kiss on your cheek, the words tumbled out in desperate whimpers. 

“There was no…no sign, no heat signature or anything. But then a crowd of Wanderers came out of nowhere.” 

He hummed softly, and something told you his focus was elsewhere. “They did, did they?” 

“Yes.” You moaned as his hands pinched your nipples, steadily rolling them under his thumb. “They outnumbered us…almost had us surrounded…”

As you spoke, something wet and hot traced the curve of your cheek. You jolted from the sensation, nearly squealing from the shock of his tongue on your skin, but one of his large hands left your chest to press hard on your belly, keeping you still and caging you in. You swore you heard him laugh under his breath, but the sound was muffled by another long, lewd kiss on your cheek. He ducked his head to nip at your throat, licking slowly at the bite, and squeezed your waist as a sign to continue. 

“There was a gap just big enough,” you obliged, gasping as heat seared your core. “We ran through, all of us…I was at the front, so I was the first back on the ship.” He hummed again, this time in approval. The remaining hand on your chest splayed out, groping as much of both breasts as it could, and let their weight fall back to your body. “Six…six of us,” you moaned, failing to writhe in his unyielding grip. “So I had to pull five on board.” His lips brushed your neck again, his warm breaths tickling the sensitive skin, and you raised an arm to bury your fingers in his hair. 

This time, his moan filled your ears, and he loosened his grip, gently nudging you forward. 

But when you rose from his lap, head too high in the clouds to panic, he only spun you around and pulled you down again—this time, facing those striking violet eyes. 

He pulled his lips tight in a teasing pout, leaning close to nose along your cheekbone. “You thought we were done already?”

“You…I…” you stammered. You weren’t done? There was more? 

He tsked, and wetness pooled between your thighs. “Nuh-uh. You said you were sore everywhere. You didn’t think I’d skip the rest, did you?”

Sheepish, you tugged your lip between your teeth and cast your eyes downward. A blur of motion hit your periphery, and his hand was suddenly lifting your chin. His thumb pulled at your lip, and he watched it bounce free with undisguised hunger. 

“The rest?” he repeated. A question. An out. 

You nodded. 

“Don’t look away,” he ordered. “Eyes on me, through all of it.” His voice, hoarse from lust, slipped back into a commanding tone. As if this order were as good as any other. As if consequences loomed underneath. 

You braced your hands on his chest and looked into half-lidded eyes. “Yes, sir.” 

Firm hands gripped the fat of your ass, branding deep circles into aching flesh. With superior strength, he heaved your front against his, cupping you completely in his grasp. 

Your mouth fell open almost immediately, jaw slack from the way he handled you. Wanton cries spilled from your lips as he ground you against him, rubbing the tender swell of your ass with devastating attentiveness. 

“Is this better, baby? Is it good?” he asked, squeezing almost affectionately. 

At the endearment, you whined into the thickening air—responding, but not with words. 

“Don’t give me that,” he urged. “You were so good, answerin’ me earlier. So pretty. You were scared, weren’t you?” 

“Don’t be scared of me. Don’t be,” he repeated, pinching your warming flesh. “That’s only for the others. But you? I’ll keep you just like this—nothin’ to worry about.” He was powerful as ever, but his words began to slur. He was unraveling, just as you were, as his bulge twitched beneath you. “Answer me, baby. Does it feel good?” 

You tried to speak—you wanted to, but his body heat and his friction and his ask of you—they were all too much. Gasping helplessly, you screwed your eyes shut, momentarily forgetting the promise you’d made. 

Until the hand that’d just held you came cracking down, the sound echoing throughout the room. 

Had he just…?

He had. Your fearsome, no-nonsense Colonel had just…

And the moment he did, arousal flooded out of your clenching cunt. 

Oh, your eyes were open now. Wide and shocked and searching. 

His gaze met yours with the same intent, waiting to see what you’d do. If he’d crossed one too many lines today. 

But where he feared you’d freeze or run, you collapsed onto his chest, mouthing wantonly at his neck through needy whimpers. 

“Look at that,” he marveled. “Such a precious girl, yeah? Lettin’ her Colonel take care of her like this. You can't hold back from me baby—I’m only tryin’ to help you,” he cooed, soothing the sting on your ass with gentle strokes. “No hiding, alright? Need to see you to make sure I’m makin’ you feel better.” 

When you’d fallen into him, you’d thrown your arms around his neck, tugging the soft strands at his nape to ground you. “I can’t,” you cried, voice wobbling as you burrowed further into his arms. 

You felt his chest deflate as he sighed. “Can’t, huh?”

Tightening your grip, you shook your head furiously and clenched your eyes shut. 

Another blow, sharper than the first, landed on your backside. 

Anyone passing by could’ve heard your cry this time. But as you wriggled in his tight grip, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

You pushed at his chest, not to get away, but to prop yourself up. Tears burned your eyes as you blinked them open, your vision blurred as you gave in to him once again. But even through the haze, you saw his wicked grin. 

“I—” you rasped. Your throat was swollen with tears. 

He filled in for you. “You’re sorry, right?” 

You nodded pitifully. 

“Why, baby? Why are you sorry?” 

Flexing your fingers, you gripped his lapel, your hand brushing the golden pin on his tie. “Hiding…for hiding from you. Said I wouldn’t,” you panted. 

His hand squeezed your hip, and he nodded thoughtfully. “It was a direct order,” he mused. “Rules are rules, you know.” 

“‘M sorry,” you mumbled. You were pawing at him now, desperate for his forgiveness. For his relent. “Felt good. Really good.” 

“Okay, okay,” he cooed, stroking your sweat-dampened hair. “I accept. Just one more thing before I let you go, alright? I’ve been so nice lettin’ you apologize to me—isn’t there anything you want to say?” 

You knew what that meant. He took the same tone with recruits he had to save from their own fuck-ups. 

You knew very well it wasn’t the “sorry” he was after.

You were a blubbering mess in his arms by now, wetness still seeping out of you by the second. At this point, there wasn’t much else you could lose. 

It was barely audible. “Thank you.” 

His eyes narrowed mockingly, and his fingers caught your chin. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” 

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you tried again, teary eyes trying their best not to back down from his. 

“Thank you,” you sniffled, voice clear this time. 

It still wasn’t enough for him. Cupping your cheek in his hand, he pouted at you with feigned upset. “Thank you, who? Where are your manners, hm?” 

The indignation you should have felt never came—you couldn’t will it to. Your ass stung, your core was dripping, and you were so conflicted by the warped sense of safety you felt from his hands that you couldn’t resist anymore. 

“Thank you, sir.” 

He brightened immediately. “Aw, there she is,” he drawled. “What a good girl. You’re very welcome.” His tone was cruel and taunting and straight up mean, but he knew you would take it. He had you wrapped around his finger. “You know, today really put things in perspective. It’s just not safe, with you riskin’ yourself where I can’t see you. I’m gonna have to keep you real close.” He kissed your forehead, as if sealing your fate. “Starting tomorrow, you report directly to me.” 

[yoimimi]

a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

[yoimimi]

"Zayne's outfit this, Rafayel's outfit that" okay but can we talk about this diva?

The top? Obssesed. Heels? Step on me. The matching shorts, hairband and straps? You go GIRL

Definitely fave out of the bunch! Soo summers⛱️

[yoimimi]

getting use to the new roomate

[yoimimi]

gamer!caleb loves having you as his desk pet.

sometimes he doesn’t even have to ask you — doesn’t even have to hint at anything. and you’re already crawling under the desk to kneel between his legs. sliding a hand up his thigh towards the bulge heavy in his sweats.

gamer!caleb who’s such a perv that he doesn’t even wear underwear. just his sweats and the hope that every time he’s in front of the computer, raging at his friends on a video game, you’ll give him what he wants.

gamer!caleb is just big. big enough that he looks hard even when he’s not. soft bulge growing stiff by the second, reacting to your smaller hand palming him through the fabric. you press your thighs together, pussy throbbing at the sight when you haven’t even pulled him free yet.

gamer!caleb who doesn’t take long to get hard. just seeing you emerge from below already had him thinking of your warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

gamer!caleb who bites his lip hard, trying to contain his moans when you finally do take him in your mouth. the game is still running. his mic is still on, and you can see how his movements grow sloppy with the controller. you hum in amusement when caleb reply’s to his friends with half-hearted, one word answers.

your tongue glides up and down the underside of his length, feeling him twitch, hips jerking up into you. his eyes struggle to stay locked on the screen, constantly flicking to your doe eyes looking back at him — glassy. lashes fluttering all prettily, like your mouth isn’t stuffed full of cock.

gamer!caleb who uses any chance he can get to push your head down onto him, making you gag slightly when his leaking tip hits the back of your throat. sometimes he lets his character die on purpose. just so he can drop the controller while he waits to respawn. grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you further. only realising he’s alive again until someone yells at him through the mic.

gamer!caleb who eventually ditches the controller and takes off the headset, hearing it clatter on the desk. his fingers stay buried in your locks, guiding you as his hips gently rut into your mouth. mumbling weak curses between his teeth.

he whispers filth that he couldn’t say before, not with his friends catching on — “love sucking me off, don’t you?”. you hum a soft “mhmm” around him, the vibrations pulling a sharp breath from him.

you release him with a ‘pop’, lolling out your tongue to swirl it around his tip, lapping up his precum. that salty taste so familiar on the pad of your tongue. you look up with that pretty, ruined face. spit dripping down your chin. lips swollen. so perfect.

caleb holds himself firmly at the base before he guides himself back in — slowly, like he wants to feel every second of it. pushing you further and further onto his cock. his jaw clenches, breath hitching. you relax, letting him in, letting him use your throat.

gamer!caleb who’s in such a trance. head weakly falling back onto his chair, mouth parted. barely able to focus. the wet, filthy slurps echo around the room, sounding like music to his ears. not realising his phone buzzing away on the desk— messages lighting up the screen, most likely his mates asking why he disappeared half way through the game. but he’s not thinking about them now. not when he has you on your knees like this. his perfect little desk pet.

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୨୧ — Caleb shouldn’t be doing this, rifling through your laundry like some sort of pervert, but his fingers are already closing around the delicate lace- your favorite pair, the ones that drive him absolutely fucking insane when he catches glimpses of them beneath your dresses.

This is wrong, his rational mind whispers, but it’s drowned out by the blood rushing south as he brings the fabric to his face. Your scent hits him like a physical blow, a soft mix of vanilla and honeysuckle and the faint musk of arousal makes his cock swell fully- straining against the front of his jeans... throbbing with need to sink into the soft warmth of your cunt. The fabric is so fine, he can almost imagine it brushing over the head of his cock, sliding along his length as he fucks you with them on...

“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, settling on his bed as his free hand works at his belt, “what are you doing to me...” his hand wraps around his length, thumb swiping over the bead of precum already gathering at the tip. 

He should stop... should throw the panties back in the laundry hamper, go take a cold shower, and wait for you to come back from your day out with your friend... But then his mind conjures up the image of you, flushed and panting and so, so fucking perfect- bound to this very bed, legs spread out beneath him wearing nothing but these same red panties. How your back would arch when he’d finally taste you, how you’d moan his name as his tongue worked you to the edge again and again- soaking his face just the way he’d like it…

His strokes quicken, the fantasy bleeding into a memory of last night in the kitchen when you’d bent over the counter, the curve of your ass taunting him. It had taken every ounce of his control not to press himself against you, not to tangle his fingers in your hair and show you exactly what you do to him.

The lace presses against his cheek as his eyes flutter shut, tongue darting out to taste where you’d been dampest. The flavor makes him groan, hips bucking into his fist. He could make you feel so good, could make you forget anyone else but him, if only you knew... 

Would you have let him? Would you have gasped his name as he took you right there against the counter, raw and rough? Marking you from your neck to your hips, branding his love into your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder- the sharp pain pushing you over the edge, your tight little pussy spasming around his cock and bringing him with you?

His breathing quickens, hand a blur along his length. So close... so close… so- 

“Caleb! I’m back!”

Your voice, sweet and bright with genuine happiness at being back where he was- back with him- is all it takes to bring him hurtling over the edge. With a strangled moan- your panties clutched tightly to his face as he bites back a strangled cry of your name, he shoots hot, thick ribbons of cum over his fingers and... shit. He forgot to take off his shirt. 

“B- Be right down, Pips…” His voice cracks despite his efforts to sound normal, muscles going tense, then lax as his head lolls back.

“Caleb, are you okay?!” you sounded genuinely concerned as you called up to him, and that made his chest ache, “Do you need help?”

“No- hah, one sec- gotta find a new shirt, spilled milk on mine.” 

He stuffs your panties into his pocket, panting as he stares up at the ceiling completely spent. What the fuck was he doing? He really needed to get his shit together- he couldn't keep going on like this... There had to be a way to fix this... a way to show you how much he loved you...

Your body was made for him- no, not just your body but you- your soul, every part of you... he was meant to hold you, protect you, please you. And he wanted to, more than anything. And he knows you know it too. He can see it in the way you look at him, the way your thighs clench together whenever he gives you that smirk- the one he knows makes these same panties damp.

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Hours later, you're getting ready for bed when you pause, brow furrowed in confusion.

“That's weird...” you murmur, rifling through every inch of your room again. Your favorite pair of underwear -the lacy red ones- are nowhere to be found. 

You could have sworn you'd put them in the laundry…

“Heyyy Caleb…”

Your voice drifts from the bedroom, and he freezes mid chop, the knife hovering over the apple slices he’s preparing. Two plates sit ready on the counter because of course you’ll want whatever he’s making- he knows your patterns better than you do.

When you appear in the kitchen doorway, hair slightly messy from changing into his shirt you stole years ago -the one that now barely covers your ass- he nearly drops the knife. He can already see the outline of your nipples against the fabric, hardening beneath his gaze. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, taking in every curve, every detail. Your lips curl into a sly smile as you saunter towards him, fingers teasing along the hem of his shirt.

“What’s up, Pipsqueak?”

The nickname rolls off his tongue easily, masking the way your panties seem to burn through his pocket like a brand against his thigh.

“Uhm, well this might be a weird question, but have you seen a pair of red lace panties? I can’t find them.”

Red lace. His fingers tighten around the knife handle, but his expression remains perfectly innocent, those purple eyes wide with manufactured confusion, “Nope, can’t say that I have.” He sets the knife down, tilting his head with that boyish charm that’s gotten him out of trouble since childhood, “Why? Are you missing them?” 

Without even thinking, his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair, “You’ve always been so forgetful ever since we were little. I’m sure they’ll pop up somewhere.”

Caleb watches your shoulders slump slightly in defeat, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. His fingers twitch with the need to reach out and trace it, tug it between his teeth… “And if they don’t.” he bends slightly so that he could be eye level with you, close enough that he can smell that beachy body wash you use. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Or you can take my card and get them yourself.” 

The blush that spreads across your cheek is absolutely precious.

“Welll…” You clasp your hands behind your back, biting your lower lip in that unconscious gesture that makes his cock twitch, “I’d actually love to see what you’d pick out for me.”

There it is. 

The opening he’s been waiting for.

“Would you now?” his voice drops, “Careful what you wish for. I might have very specific tastes. Just promise me you won't judge my choices too harshly," he adds with a laugh that sounds almost normal.

You blink owlishly up at him, and for a moment his heart stops- had he pushed it too far? Should he play it off as a joke? But then the sweetest, cutest smile graces your face, “Hmm, maybe I should get you to help me find those missing ones first then. See if they're any of your 'tastes', you know… That way i don’t judge you too harshly when you buy me a new pair~"

This time his fingers do brush against your lower lip, “If that's what you'd like us to do the remainder of the night, then how could I say no.” He chuckles, “Let's finish these snacks and then we'll go have a look. Maybe some of our clothes got mixed up while washing them?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, and his heart swells. Maybe tonight would be the night that he could show you just how good things could be if you were his…

[yoimimi]

everytime someone uses cai instead of writing fanfiction or doing role plays with a real person an angels wings gets blended and turned into mash potato 🫩

[yoimimi]

Who’s a good girl? | MDNI 18+

feat. Jinu, Abby Saja, Romance Saja, Mystery Saja, Baby Saja

a/n; Here a little something for those who is waiting for the Saja boys fic

Warnings - Praise Kink all the way babyyy, p in v, fingering, pet names

Summary - You overworked yourself and had a very bad day, but don't worry your Boyfriend is here to relax you, but what's this.. you have a praise kink

JINU

Today was not the day for you, you had such a bad day to the point you stressed yourself out and that you were getting impatient with literally anything until Jinu came around

Jinu was your gentle boyfriend that does't like seeing you so frustrated and stressed

So he decided to do something to relax you

"There you go baby, just lay there and relax" He purred, his nose nuzzling into your neck and he gave it a gentle butterfly kiss making you stutter

The slow and deep thrust against your hips seem to quicken, your body was already trembling underneath him, clawing at his back as you were sure there was going to marks on his bare back

"God you feel so tight baby, all this for me?" He smirked, that made you stutter over your words as you tried to say out a sentence but failed miserably

"Oh? what's this now? You like it when I praise you?" He teased, his hands trailing down to your stomach as he felt himself interesting into you

You whimpered at this, your head tossing to the side as you were embarrassed to only be grabbed by the chin by Jinu's hand

"Don't turn away now darling, I wanna get a good look at you.. God such a good girl you are" He praised once again making you clench around him

"Ha - God you're perfect for me, all mine to claim" He huffed into your ear

"Fuck! -"

You finally orgasmed, your arms tightening around Jinu's neck as you cried out into his shoulder

"You okay baby?" Jinu asked as he hovered over you, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss to the forehead

"Rest now you deserve it"

ABBY

You were so done with everything and everyone, this was the day you were so close to quitting but you didn't because you promised Abby that you would stay with him

But little did you know, Abby hear from someone that you didn't look too well so he decided to give you a visit

"Relax onto me princess, there you go" Abby whispered behind you

Your legs spread out as they were slightly tucked under Abby's legs to keep your legs from closing, his big hand resting on your inner thigh

Your pants and undergarments were already tossed onto the floor as Abby decided to worship you from doing such a good job today

"God baby, you're trembling already but I barely touched you" He kissed your neck softly

"Please Abby I - ah! -" You moaned out as Abby finally touched you in between your thighs, your legs already trying to close onto their own

Abby lets out a chuckle as he slowly teased you, his finger sliding up and down you slit making you desperately whine

"Abby~ Stop - ngh- stop teasing"

"Okay, okay - I'll stop teasing, you deserve more than that" Abby said as you could hear the smirk on his face as he finally slid one of his finger in

"Fuck- ah-" You moaned out, leaning forward but only to be pulled back, your head leaning back as you layed on his shoulder

"Fuck - doing so well baby" Abby praised into your ear as he gave it a little kiss making tremble and clench around his finger

"Hm? You like that? You like when I say that?" He whispered making you whine

"Looks like my baby has a praise kink"

"I - ah - don't" You huffed out, making Baby shake his head, tsking as he did

"You are such a terrible liar, you know that?" a suddenly pause was heard "You're such a good girl for me, did such a good job today, you deserve the praise"

His finger pulling in and out more faster making you drool a little, Abby's hand grabbing your chin to turn your head so he could kiss you

Tears spilling down as you closed your eyes, Abby pulling back to only whispered against your lips "Cum for me, pretty girl"

"ah! - f-fuck!" You stuttered out as you legs trembled

"There we go!" Abby cheered, as he kissed you making you give out a slight noise

"Now let's get you cleaned up"

ROMANCE

Romance was the definition of.. well romance, he doesn't like when anyone is upset about something

He is gentle, kind, flirty and always watching out for you, making sure you are taken care of but it seems like you are having one of those days

He doesn't like seeing an angry face displayed on your gorgeous face, pulling you in his room to sooth your worries away and just take care of you

"Just let me take care of you my little flower" He gently placed you down on his bed, your head being cradled by his hand while the other was balancing him

"Romance - " You tried to speak but was shushed

"Shh, you deserve a break, you deserved to be taken care of" He cooed making you blush only slightly

"There you go, just relax and let me in" Romance slowly inserted himself in making you moaned out, harshly grabbing onto his arm making him slightly chuckle

"I know.. I know, you're doing so well love" He praised and that made you clench around him even more making him look up at him in surprised and than a smirk appeared

"You like that don't you? You like being praised love?" Romance purred, leaning down to you neck as he just started thrusting into you

"ah - n-no I - ngh - don't" You whimpered out

"You sure, because if I do this" He said leaning to your ear then whispered "You're such a good girl for me, doing so well on taking me" Then gave a little nibble on your ear lobe making you moaned out

"S-shut up - ah" You trembled

"God you are literally so perfect, my perfect flower"

"ah!" You screamed out as you cummed, trying to catch your breath as you hid your face behind your hands feeling embarrassed that you already cummed

"ah - don't hide yourself baby, you look so adorable when you are blushing"

MYSTERY

Mystery was the one to talk much but for you he was willing to do anything for you, even killing if it was meant necessary

But he hated to see you like this, stressed and angry but hoping that he could do something to fix it as he had you underneath him in a couple of seconds as you looked up at him, face red

"My dear, why so sad?" He asked, hoping to get an answer

"Long day.." You softly whispered out, looking to the side but a gentle hand turn you back

"Well, I am here to help you with the stress that is pent up, please let me take care of you"

"Please" You softly said, not wanting to do anything but to get taken care of by your quiet, loving boyfriend

You saw a smile on his face, a glow of his eyes looking down at you like you were a masterpiece in an art gallery

Slowly but surely he started to insert himself into your tight cunt making you mewl out, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist

Then slowly starting to thrust into you making you moaned out, feeling his hot breath against your neck as he took little nibbles around your neck and collarbone

"Taking me so well darling, my perfect, gorgeous girlfriend doing such a good job on taking me" He huffed out

Your body slightly jerked, giving a slight tremble against him as he soon realised you like being praised by him as he took a bite, licking it after

"You like that?" He asked, leaning up to look at you

"Huh? You like being called a good girl by me?" He panted out, thrusting getting more and more faster

You nodded, your eyes were closed and mouth opened as you let out the most prettiest sounds

"You so sound so beautiful my love, please keep doing that, I wanna hear you crumble beneath me"

You bit your lip as you felt close, clenching around him as he just stared at you making you flustered even more

"You're such a good fucking girl for me"

That did it, that did the trick

"Sh-Shit!" You trembled as you came, Mystery kissing your nose as he purred

"You did such a good job love, next time come to me when you are not feeling good"

BABY

Baby can be a sweetheart, when he wants to be but sometimes he can be a real jerk but this time he was gentle, kind, and soft to you as he noticed you weren't doing so well today

He noticed you were on the urge of crying while standing right in front of him when you walked into his room making him stand up

"What happened to you?" He asked

You sniffed "Bad day" You said, lips slightly trembling as you rub your arm, looking a bit awkward

He softly sighed, opening his arms out for you as he let out a soft and gentle "C'mere"

You were placed on his bed as you sat on his lap horizontally, his legs crossed to make you a little bit more comfortable to sit

Your legs opened up as he caressed your thigh as his fingers travelled down slowly in between your legs making you whine out, feeling desperate

"Shh, you'll feel real good soon, just sink into the moment baby" He kissed your cheek as you cried out

He could feel your whole body trembling underneath him as he gave out a smirk, you let out a moan as he finally touched you where you wanted to be touched

"There you go, already wet and ready for me huh baby" He growled lowly with a slight purr in his tone

You let out a little whimper, head leaning against his shoulder as you gripped onto his sweatshirt

"You like that? You like when I speak to you gently?" He whispered into your ear making you slightly jerk away

"I knew it, you like being praised.. well let's test that shall we?" He said as you were too deep into pleasure to notice that he started to speak into your ear more closer

"Such a good girl for me, taking my finger so well" He leaned down to kiss your neck making you whimper more louder

"God baby, you are clenching onto me so well, you like it don't you baby?" He kissed you more lower

"Baby- I- fuck - mh!" You bit your lip as you closed your legs, only to be stopped by baby's hand

"ah uh - Let me see you cum, I want to see you"

Your back arched up as you finally orgasmed, making such a sound that made baby moan himself

"There you go, such a good girl" He stroked your hair, pulling it away from your flustered and tear stained face as he gave you a soft kiss to your cheek

"Next time I'm gonna use that on you"

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all part of the colonel's plan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ word count: 7.5k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ p a i r i ng: farspace fleet colonel caleb x mc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: your mission was simple: sneak into skyhaven and escape with the final aether core fragment, right under the farspace fleet's nose. you weren't prepared to fall right into a trap created by the fleet's new colonel.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ t a g s: mdni, explicit sexual content, fem! reader, jealous! caleb, unprotected sex, light bondage, dry humping, orgasm denial, inappropriate use of evol, biting, pet names, cunnilingus, p in v, breeding, light praise

⊹ ࣪ ˖ n o t e: hii guys! the brainrot for this man is unreal, and i just needed to write something, so i hope you enjoy~ not proofread so enjoy the chaos! thanks for reading 𖹭 ao3. banner: me. dividers: cred

When you accepted the mission to search for a lead on the aether core, you hadn’t expected it to be easy. Skyhaven was new territory for you and your information on the Farspace Fleet was few and far in-between. Yet, when you ran into that frazzled cadet, it was like candy falling into your lap.

Her uniform was snug against your body as you flattened out any wrinkles that appeared during the change. The girl barely could barely thank you before darting off into an alley. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. You saw your fair share of scared recruits during your time in the academy.

Placing the uniform cap on your head, you take a deep breath before heading towards the crime scene tape on the other side of the street. The smell of ash and burning wood fill your nostrils as you get closer to the decimated property. A similar memory flashes in your mind, threatening to pull you back below its depth, but you push forward. Now cannot be the time to falter.

You stop in front of a commanding officer and salute them, waiting for their nod before ducking under the tape. The breath you were holding loosens from your lungs as you approach the remains of the house in front of you. You refuse to let your eyes linger on the charred front patio, pulling your cap further down your head to block your view of it as you pass.

Focusing on the task at hand, you head towards the backyard. Near the pool, you can sense something pulling you to the bushes. The feeling is faint but unmistakable.

You nod to fellow cadets and officers as you pass. The air is filled with chatter and commands thrown around, causing further chaos, as the fleet is trying to balance an investigation and the return of their Colonel at the same time. The distraction is much appreciated.

You crouch before the bushes, reaching into the vines to search for the presence pulling you in. Thorns scrape against the exposed flesh of your wrist, drawing tiny pinpoints of blood to the surface. You wince as you lean further in, grasping at air. The further you look for this presence, the less you feel it. A frustrated sigh escapes from your lips.

“Is there a problem, Cadet?” A masculine voice speaks up behind you.

You jolt to your feet, ignoring the pain of the thorns trying to hold onto you. The man in front of you is older, probably in his late 40s, and is looking at you with all the contempt in the world.

“No, sir.” You shake your head, then gesture to the bush behind you. “I was looking for any additional evidence that may have been blown back by the explosion.”

The man doesn’t even blink as he stares down at you. You bite your tongue to stop you from rambling off useless lies. He doesn’t trust you, that much you can tell. Yet, he simply nods his head after a few more seconds of silence.

“Carry on, Cadet. This area needs to be cleared within the hour. It’s set to rain soon.”

You swiftly nod your head, holding onto the cap so it doesn’t fly off. The officer scoffs at the notion and walks away, immediately yelling similar orders to the other officials by the house. Once you feel comfortable that he won’t turn back around, you continue your search amongst the foliage. The presence from before is faint, almost nonexistent, and the fear of failure starts to creep along the edges of your mind.

Bending your knees into a squat, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Even if the aether core isn’t here, it’s close by. It has to be.

Opening your eyes, you reach your hand out to part the branches to look further into the bushes. You’re leaning forward to examine the area when a blunt force slams into the back of your head. The air rushes from your lungs and a ringing drills into your ears before darkness takes over.

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Memories of gentle laughter and playful fighting war against the sounds of crashing waves as you wave in and out of consciousness. The world feels as though it is spinning. Your head is splitting apart, pain rippling from the back of your skull to your temples. As you come to, your head refuses to lift up, the muscles in your neck sore and locked in place.

It takes an unreasonable amount of strength to pry your eyes open. Even with the little amount of light in the room, you can’t help but squint against the pain. Everything is blurry no matter how much you blink. You try to reach up and rub your eyes, but your hands won’t move. They can’t move.

You’re cuffed to the chair you’re in.

Panic quickly starts to creep in as you take in your situation. You wiggle your feet, only to find them just as restrained as your hands. Pulling your hands against the metal band holding you down, you flinch at the persistent stinging from the cuts on your wrist. A whimper escapes through your clenched teeth as your wrist jams against the restraint, unable to squeeze through.

Somewhere behind the chair, you hear a door open. Your body stiffens as the realization of your situation sets in. You’re trapped.

“I’d be careful. You don’t want to break those slender wrists, would you?” A voice from behind you asks.

In your semi-conscious state, something about that voice prickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Despite the person’s warning, you continue struggling against the metal bands, trying to figure out a trick to get out. Heavy footsteps echo throughout the dark room, leisurely approaching you.

“Persistent as always,” the voice mutters, your ears barely catching the words.

One more useless tug and you resign from the meaningless action. You’re thoroughly stuck. It doesn’t help that your head feels like a ton of bricks and then some. The tension of your position is surely causing knots to form all along your shoulder and back.

The person takes another 10 steps, you count. There’s silence for a long moment and then the sound of a heavy fabric bristling. The feeling of warm air on the side of your cheek causes you to flinch, jerking away from the sudden sensation. They let out a seemingly exasperated sigh before the warmth leaves you, their body pulling back.

“I’d say that I’m surprised to find a traitor in our midst.” The voice states louder. “But, I made it so easy for you. I’m almost disappointed by how easy you fell for my trap. I mean, come on. Wasn’t that incident almost too familiar?”

The ringing in your ear fades away as you focus on the voice now positioned in front of you. A voice that has your heart lurching into your throat, threatening to spill out. It can’t be.

The footsteps resume and you listen to how they reposition behind you. Their warmth radiates on your back. They’re too close.

Suddenly, two leathered hands run over your shoulder toward your neck. You try to yank away from their touch, but they have you caged in. Something cold slides against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as it circles your throat. Click.

“A perfect fit.” The voice is quiet, as if they’re talking to themself.

There’s a boyish lilt to the deep voice that causes an ache in your chest. Your brain is arguing with what your heart realizes all too fast. Memories of that same voice, but lighter and more carefree, echo in your mind. Your hands clench against the armrests, trying to grind yourself to reality. A corpse can’t speak.

One of the hands leaves your neck, lightly tracing a path down to your shoulder before dropping away. The other lets the metal band rest against the base of your neck before wrapping your throat. The leather material is rough against your skin. Your body breaks out into a cold sweat as it tightens ever so slightly against your windpipe.

Slowly, your head is being pulled up. Pain pulses across your skull to your spine as the person behind you straightens your posture. Their thumb and index finger move up slightly until they’re pushing up your jaw, forcing your head up.

You try to take in the room as your position changes, but your gaze halts at the view in front of you. Across the room is a glass wall. You stare back at yourself in the one-way glass as your vision clears up. Whether it be fear or denial, you almost want to beg the hand to let you go, to let your chin fall back against your chest, so that you don’t have to look.

But, you were always a curious one.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness and take in the sight of the hand wrapped around your throat. It tightens just a little bit more, restricting your airway enough to make your brain feel fuzzy.

“You always did like to make me wait, pipsqueak.”

With that damning admission, your pulse rages against his fingers. Your eyes flick up to the reflection of the person, the world freezing around you.

A dead man stands behind you. His finger taps against your pulse as he smiles at you. Never losing eye contact, he leans down until his lips are grazing the shell of your right ear.

“Did you miss me?” Goosebumps raise all over your body.

“Caleb.” Your voice is raspy and the sounds get stuck in your throat, threatening to choke you.

“The one and only.” He presses a light kiss to your temple.

He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t explain how he’s standing in front of you. Your world as you know it is cracking and crashing around you, and he’s just there. Tears spring up faster than you can force them away. They pool in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision of the living ghost behind you.

Caleb steps back around, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he wipes the tears from your eyes. You flinch at how cold his hands are; the sensation shocking you. “Now, now, pips. I expected a big hug from you when I imagined this moment.”

His words betray his actions as he crouches in front of you, his hands tracing the skin around the restraints. He doesn’t move to release you from them. A laugh bubbles up and escapes your lips as you take in this foreign version of your best friend. Gone is the childish Caleb you knew so well. This man may look like him, but the energy around him is suffocating. Harsh lines decorate his face and his smile doesn’t reach his dim purple eyes.

“Hard to hug a dead man when you’re chained to a chair.”

His thumb digs into your wrist for a brief moment, the pain jolting up your arm. He shakes his head.

“I see you haven’t lost that attitude of yours, princess.” The pet name drips off his tongue condescendingly. “That’s okay. It’s to be expected since I’ve been gone for so long. There was no one around to work it out of you. But, I’m here now.”

“And how are you here, exactly?” You lean forward, sneering at the man. “Last I checked, you should be 6 feet under in Linkon Cemetery.”

“I know it’s all confusing now, and I don’t expect you to understand. Not yet. But, aren’t you happy? Your “big brother” is back.”

You spit in his face. His facade drops ever so slightly. Reaching up, his thumb wipes it off his cheekbone. With eyes never leaving yours, he licks the dribbling spit off his gloved appendage. A groan slips past his lips. The sight has butterflies blooming deep in your stomach.

“Gentle, pips. There’s more than one pair of eyes watching us right now.”

Your eyes dart to the camera mounted on the wall behind him, a red light blinking next to the lens. You gulp at the thought of others witnessing this moment, praying there is no audio. He has to hold back the grin from forming as he watches you frantically think of the Fleet watching you both. The cameras are only accessible by him, but you don’t need to know that. He loves the way it makes you fidget in the chair.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl?”

Eyes glaring daggers into his, his hands land on your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh. His touch is cold against your warm and clammy skin. The look in his eyes daring you to go against him, to act up, to defy. It’s dangerous, he’s dangerous.

His fingers move up, pushing the fabric of your skirt with it, all the while he watches you. He sees the way your pupils dilate, the way the pulse in your neck quickens. He feels your thighs twitch, moving to squeeze together, but his grip prevents you from denying him. All the while, the fabric of your panties grows damp at his roughness.

Higher now, the tips of his thumbs start to fall into the crevice between your thighs and hips, and he almost moans at the way your skin pillows around his hands. That’s not what does him in though. Before you can protest and ask him to move away, his thumbs graze the outskirts of lace frill. Lace that is wet and stuck to your skin. His head drops into your lap, his breath quickening.

“Fuck, pips.” He traces his fingers along the edge of the fabric as he pants into the side of your left thigh, nipping at the skin to prevent another moan from leaving his lips. You gasp at the sensations, your body trying to curl in on itself but the restraints prevent you. “You are my undoing.”

“Caleb.” The sound of his name whimpering out of those plush lips has his cock twitching in his slacks.

“What is it, my love?” His hot breath is torture against your trembling skin.

His fingers are still tracing the edges of your panties, back and forth and back and forth, never giving you what you need. Your pulse throbs heavily in your clit as you clench around nothing. You can feel yourself growing wetter at his ministrations and the thought is mortifying.

Yet, something about the way he looks both dominating yet pathetic with his head in your lap has you unraveling. Years of desires that were so tightly locked away come flooding to the surface and it feels dirty, sinful even. None of it matters anymore. No reasoning could stop this from happening… and maybe, this was always where you were meant to land.

Right in the palm of his hand.

His head tilts in your lap, his soft hair tickling you. Purple eyes stare up into yours, begging for the words to leave your mouth. Yet, the hint of darkness glinting behind it lets you know he won’t wait long. You're his for the taking.

You nod your head at him and he smirks.

“Ah-ah,” he scolds, nipping at your inner thigh harder this time, leaving a light bite mark. “Use your words.”

Rouge scatters across your cheeks, ears, and neck in shame and lust. Tilting your head to the side, averting your gaze, you whisper, “Please touch me.”

Fingers ghost over the top of your fabric, pressing gently into your mound, the fabric pushing into your folds. The feeling has your brain short circuiting. It’s still not enough.

“You have to be more specific, love. I’m already touching you.”

His face moves up higher, kissing a trail up your thighs until his nose reaches his finger, replacing it. His hands move up higher, grasping the panties resting on your hips and pulling them up higher, causing the fabric to dig in deeper. A pathetic moan ripples out your lips.

“Where do you want to be touched?” His nose moves, pushing into your throbbing clit.

“There. Please, Caleb.”

He wants to tease you more. He wants you tied to this chair, begging for his touch, tears streaming down your face from the edging and denial. He wants you to want him as desperately as he needs you. But, the sound of his name so needy on your tongue has him saving his plans for another day. Oh how easily he folds for you.

“You always get what you want, don’t you?” His tone is sarcastic, but he doesn’t deny you any longer.

Fabrics is pushed to the side and the feeling of his skin on yours has you twitching in the chair, your hands gripping the armrest. His tongue swipes through your folds, flicking your clit before diving into your pussy like a man starved. The sounds escaping your mouth are foreign to you, but so is the pleasure burning its way across your body.

Caleb is relentless in his pursuit for your orgasm. He alternates between lavishing your hole, moaning at the way your walls pathetically clench around him, and abusing your clit with bites and sucking. It’s all too much for you. The pressure building within you is lightning fast. You bite down on your lip to prevent the moans from escaping, but that angers Caleb.

One hand leaves your thigh and pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth, replacing it with two fingers. He presses down on your tongue, your mouth opening with the force.

“Don’t,” is all he mutters against you before returning to his feast.

His other hand moves down until his index finger ghosts your entrance. He traces around and over it lightly, never truly giving you what you want. Meanwhile, the fingers in your mouth play with your tongue as you moan around them.

Suddenly, his index finger catches on your entrance and he slowly sinks into you. You bite down on his fingers, whimpering at the intrusion you desperately needed. He wanted to go slow with you. Truly, he did.

But the way you clench around him has him seeing stars. He doesn’t hesitate to add another finger, relishing in the way you accept him smoothly. He presses in until the palm of his hand rests against your clit. The sounds your pussy is making has him grinning ferally.

Lifting his head, he gazes at the glazed out look in your eyes. A look he’s seen only a few times before when he happened to check his monitors and you were fucking some other guy in your room. He’d almost stormed to your place that night to kill the man. He’d only been gone for a month and you’d given yourself to someone else. Your first time. The jealousy bubbles within him even now.

His hand suddenly starts rocking back and forth, his palm grinding harshly against your clit. The sensation has you tearing apart at the seams. Stars flicker in the corners of your eye as you feel yourself approaching the edge of a dangerous cliff. His name rambles off your tongue like a prayer.

“That’s it, baby girl.” His tone sounds mocking, but you can barely process that over the pleasure coursing through your body. “Cum on my hand.”

He’s resting on his heels now, watching you fall apart right before his eyes. Your knuckles are white against the armrest, your thighs twitching, and your mouth suckling on his fingers through broken moans. He curls his fingers up right as he sees you inhale, finger tips grazing a spot you’d never touched before. A spot no one had touched before.

A wave crashes through you, dragging you under, as an orgasm rips through you. Caleb doesn’t falter, working a third finger in at the same time you cum. The sensation has tears bubbling in your eyes, a sob escaping your lips. He works you through your orgasm flawlessly, while building up another one at the same time. It’s overwhelming.

Caleb removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing down to your neck, grasping it within his hands. Fingers press into the sides, your head feeling light at the restricted blood flow. Your eyes find him, trying to ground yourself in the storm of pleasure.

His fingers leave you right as you're about to cum again, the denial harsh. Before you can beg the colonel before you to continue, his fingers reach his lips. You watch silently as he sucks on his fingers, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight is obscene and filthy, and you’re enthralled.

Once he’s done sucking every last drop of you off his tongue, he stands up, towering over you. The grip on your throat moves to your cheeks, pushing them together. “Open up,” he demands.

Even if you wanted to defy him, his hands force your lips to part and your head to tilt up to his. He leans down until his face is above yours, eyes boring into yours as his mouth opens. Your cum and his spit gathers in his mouth before he spits it into yours.

“Swallow.” And, you do. Your tongue swipes across your lips to make sure you didn’t miss a drop before opening your mouth, proving to him that you’d followed his orders. His hand taps the side of your cheek. “What a good girl you are.”

Suddenly, there’s a beeping sound echoing in the room and the pressure around your wrists and ankles releases. You’re unchained. You could try to make a run for it, but you don’t want to. Not anymore. He’d only chase you, punish you. The thought is actually tempting. But, what if he didn’t? What if you ran and he let you? Would you ever see him again? You’d only just gotten him back and the thought of losing him for a second time is inconceivable.

Caleb watches your inner turmoil for a brief second, loving the way you look torn apart. In your moment of distraction, he lifts you up from the chair. Your hands wrap around his neck for balance as your world shifts around you. He turns around before seating himself on the chair, placing you right on top of his lap, your thighs on either side of his. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you down until you’re fully seated against the bulge in his slacks.

Your eyes whip to his his as you feel him twitching beneath you. His head rests against the back of the chair lazily, a smirk gracing his lips.

“I’m all yours, pipsqueak.” His fingers dig into the groove of your hips. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

He moves your hips forward, grinding you down onto his cock. Biting down on his lip, he groans at the feeling of the wetness seeping into the fabric of his pants. Your hands rest on his shoulders to balance yourself, falling into the motions of grinding atop him.

You wanted to respond to him. You wanted to yell how angry and hurt you were at him, but your mind blanks out at the sensation of another orgasm building within you. Your head falls to his shoulder, your lips grazing the skin of his neck above his jacket collar. Sweet moans and gasps fall from your lips, warming his heart.

His hands move from your hips, which never falter in their dry humping, and grasp the bottom of your shirt. He peels it up from your body, his head nudging yours so you lift it. Once the fabric is free from your body he tosses it to the side, his hands immediately unclipping the bra and tearing it off you.

If angels were real, you had to be one and he could only pray that staring directly at your heavenliness wouldn’t kill him. He’d dedicate his life to you, bruise his knees in nightly worship at your feet, if it meant you’d stay here, right in his unworthy arms.

Gently, as if not to scare you, his hands ghost your skin. The feeling has your nipples pebbling and goosebumps raising all over. Gods, waiting this long to have you was his punishment.

His hands explore your body, fondling your boobs, gripping your hips, smacking your ass, as you greedily grind down on him, using him for your pleasure. You feel like teenagers in heat as you both explore each other.

But, it’s not enough, and you both soon realize that as your moans turn into frustrated whimpers as your orgasm rests just below the surface.

You sit up, your hips circling his lap, tears in your eyes and the tiniest bit of drool on the corner of your lips. Caleb wants to photograph you just like this: drunk from his touch on his lap. He nods at the way your eyes plead with him, his name babbling out of your lips.

One of his hands traces up to the back of your head and gently grips your hair in his grasp. The other moves to rest at the top of his zipper, his thumb presses against your clit as you move. You're greedy in the way you start to chase your pleasure against his hand now, ignoring his throbbing cock. Right as the tension is about to burst out of you, you’re lifted off his lap.

The energy wrapped around you has you feeling weightless as your head whips down to the man right below you, anger simmering in your blood. A tear drips from your eye and lands on the corner of his cheek, his tongue swipes it.

“You’ve always been so cute when you’re angry. But, you need to know your place, pips.”

“Put me down right this instant, Caleb.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, raspy and breathless.

Laughing at your pitiful excuse to demand him, he unzips his pants. Your eyes immediately dart to the movement, any more arguments dying on your lips. He palms himself over his boxers for a moment, relishing the hungry look in your eyes.

“What if I like you up there?” Suddenly there’s a bit of pressure against your clit and then you feel your panties tear away from your body, the fabric burning against your skin as it quickly rips. The cold air has you twitching above him, and he’s given a beautiful view of your dripping pussy.

Without breaking eye contact from your beautiful mound, he frees himself from his boxers, his dick standing against his stomach as his hand wraps around it. For as long as you’d lived together in the past, you’d never seen this part of him. He always made sure never to expose himself to you, no matter how many times he’d seen you naked over the years. It had bothered you on endless nights where you tried chasing your pleasure in between his sheets while he wasn’t home, inhaling his scent on his pillow, imagining his cock rubbing against your clit instead of your untrained fingers.

You’re enthralled with the veins that adorn his thick cock as they trace up to a pink tip that has you gulping. Could you fit him? Sure, you’d been with well-endowed men in the past but Caleb was a different breed. Where most men excel in either length or girth, he is blessed with both. Maybe even cursed, depending on how this goes.

His hand pumps up and down his shaft as he stares at your exposed pussy while you sit in your rambling thoughts. Tiny groans escape his lips as he clenches the base of his shaft, holding his pleasure at bay, his balls twitching. He can’t cum yet, not when he’d prepared you so well.

“Caleb.” Your breathy voice breaks him out of his daze, eyes darting to yours. “Put me down.”

The venom in your voice is gone, replaced with a sweetness that has his teeth rotting. He can’t ever say no to you at the end of the day, no matter how hard he tries. It’d always been this way. He could only resist and deny you for so long before you won in the end.

The energy around you shifts, bringing you down the few feet to meet his body, but not fully releasing you. The tip of his cock grazes against your folds. But, he did love to make sure you deserved your win, and you hadn’t yet.

Frustration burns across your body as Caleb toys with you, dragging his cock through your folds and rubbing against your clit. He repeats the motion a few times until you’re whimpering above him, your eyes burning holes into his skin. His cock catches on your entrance for a second, knocking the air out of your lungs at the feeling, before it slips out and through your folds. “Caleb,” you warn.

The colonel doesn’t even look up at you, he’s too mesmerized by how you’re dripping onto his cock, his hand rubbing your cum across the smooth skin of his shaft. Your warning falls on deaf ears as he catches his cock on your hole one more time, groaning at the way your entrance tries to clench onto him and drag him in, but you’re not close enough.

He needs your pussy weeping for me. He needs you crying for him.

It’s torture as he dangles you just out of his reach, building your orgasm up with the tip of his cock and sometimes his fingers when you beg. The edging and denial is overstimulating. The air in the room is suffocatingly hot. Your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“I-” Your voice breaks into a moan when his fingers ghost over your clit. “I need you.”

There it is.

“Am I not giving you enough, my love?”

His cock settles at your entrance, this time not moving. The feeling has you writhing in his gravitational hold. You shake your head, words failing you as tears blur your vision. The frustration is painful.

“You’ve always been so greedy.” Your body starts to inch slowly down until the tip of his cock rests within, the feeling making you delirious as a moan rips through you.

“Always such a needy little brat.” His words are harsh and his evol raises you up until his cock is resting just at your entrance again.

Blood rushes through your ear as your walls clench around nothing yet again, the pulse in your clit threatening to tear you apart from the pain.

“Pushing me around all these years.” You sink down again, your breath stuttering, but he’s pulled you up again before you can even cherish the feeling of him. “Do you know how that has made me feel?”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out as a sob racks your body, tears spilling from your eyes. You want to rip your skin apart to rid yourself of this burning sensation. “Caleb, please.”

It’s not enough. Not yet.

“Please what, pipsqueak? Use your words. You’ve used them so well in the past to hurt me.” He sinks you down again, waiting this time to see if you will be punished or rewarded.

“Forgive me.” He tsks, almost pulling you off him before words begin rambling out of your mouth on a broken sob. “Fuck me. Please, just take me. Use me. I need it. Caleb. I’m sorry, please. Cal-”

Gravity rushes back through your body and suddenly your hips are flush to Caleb’s, his cock pushing through you with little resistance until he’s fully sheathed in your warmth. It takes the strength of gods to hold his orgasm back and not empty his cum into your deliriously hot pussy. The air is ripped from your lungs and you forget how to breathe as an orgasm rips through you at the pain and pleasure of his cock throbbing against your tight walls.

You almost lose consciousness at the absolute power of your orgasm. Lightning shoots across your body, zapping every nerve until you’ve turned to jello in his hold. Caleb’s hand rests on your abdomen, his thumb stroking over the bulge where his cock rests within you, filling you up more than you’d ever been in your life. The added pressure of his hand against your stomach has you keeling over, the air rushing back into your lungs right before you pass out.

Caleb waits for you to get used to him. He’s patient. He knows that you’re stretched thin. He knows that your body can take him, but that it’s not easy. He knows it in the way your pussy grips him like a vice, threatening to break him off at the base, yet pull him in at the same time.

When your breathing returns to normal is when he moves, grabbing your hips and grinding you against him at first. The movement has you circling on his cock, but you need more. Your hands grip his shoulders as you raise your head up to meet his eyes, and the look of him has your heart melting.

He’s looking at you as if you crafted the world with your bare hands and gave it to him. The purple of his eyes is almost gone and the smile on his lips is soft. He looks like the Caleb you know again. The soft Caleb who made sure you were taken care of and went to sleep happy every night. It has you returning the smile and his hips jolt up into you at the sight.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers before lifting you up by your hips, his cock slowly dragging out of your walls, the feeling making you dizzy. “I missed that smile.”

With that, Caleb’s restraint is gone. He drops you onto his cock once more, rutting up to meet your hips, his cock kissing your cervix. Moans rolls out of you like music to his as he fucks into with reckless abandon. You may be on top, but his tight grip controls every single movement.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, biting down hard when you clench around him as your third orgasm surprises the both of you. His tongue swipes against the mark, soothing the pain he’d caused. “Such a tight pussy, baby. All for me.”

“Yes, sir. All for you.”

Oh, the submission in your voice and body has him seeing stars. Somehow, his cock grows harder within you, the feeling causing you to whimper, looking at him with the most needy eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “Fuck me,” he whispers.

Grabbing your ass firmly with both hands, he stands up. You sink even deeper onto him with this new angle, your eyes rolling back as his cock presses harshly against your cervix and sits there. He turns you both around until you’re facing the chair. Lifting you off of him, you moan at the empty feeling as he slips out of you.

“Shhhh, be good for me.” He kisses you as one hand releases you to return with a sharp smack against your ass.

His hands move expertly as he turns you around in his hold until your back is against his chest, his cock slipping between your thighs. You tighten them until his cock is firmly cocooned between your plushy skin. His teeth bite into the shell of your ear as he retracts his hips, pulling himself free from your seductive hold as he places you on your knees in the chair.

“Grab the armrests, would you please baby?” He asks sweetly, his tongue swiping the inside of your ear, causing you to shiver.

You do as he asks, regaining your balance. You grip the metal of the chair, holding on as his hands rub down your arms. Caleb peppers across your neck and back, causing you to giggle at the sensation. You press back into him, your ass rubbing against his cock.

Click.

Cold metal snaps against your wrists, binding you back to the chair like before. You try to turn and look at the man behind you, angry that he’d lock you up as before, but his hand at your throat stops you. His fingers wrap around the collar you’d forgotten about.

“Can’t you just fuck me like a normal person.”

You’re mad again and he loves the way your eyebrows furrow.

“Bold of you to assume I’m normal, pips. I thought we established,” he whispers into your ear as his cock pushes into you from behind, your pussy resisting him a little with this new angle, “I am anything but that.”

His words end with a sharp thrust of his hips, his skin slapping against your ass. He doesn’t wait for you this time, his pace is relentless as he drives into you, chasing both his pleasure and yours. You lean forward from the movement, your chest pressed against the cold metal of the chair as he fucks into you.

All you can feel is the addicting feeling of him moving inside you, pressing against a spot that has you moaning his name with every thrust. He’s no more put together than you. Sweat drips down his face, his hair sticking to his skin as he watches the way his cock disappears into you and how your pussy holds onto him when he pulls out. It’s a sight he’s imagined countless times over the years, but experiencing it is otherworldly.

You're falling against the chair now, the arch in your back giving out as your strength fades. Caleb can’t have that. His hand at your throat moves to the back of your neck and grips the collar. He leans back, using every ounce of self-restraint to remove his body from your back. When he pulls the collar back towards him, you raise up, your back arching, moans choking at the pressure the collar has added on your throat. You can still breathe, he’s evol is holding the rest of your weight slightly up so the collar doesn’t choke you out.

“A normal person wouldn’t fuck you like this.”

He’s thrusting into you again. With every push in, he pulls the collar tighter, making your body meet him. His free hand slaps your ass before rubbing the red mark away. You yelp at the pain, and relish the delicious way he soothes it.

“But, you wouldn’t want to be fucked normally.”

Your mind is in the clouds as his presence surrounds you: his scent, his body, his evol, his touch, everything. You aren’t sure where you end, and he begins as he rhythmically fucks into you. Every few moments, he slows down, making sure you can truly feel him.

“None of those other boys could make you cum.” He spits out the words angrily, his hand spanking you once more before smoothing your skin. “Do you know how hard I had to hold myself back so I didn’t barge into your room and finish the job myself?”

You should be embarrassed that he knows such things, should be terrified of how he even knows that, but his fingers find your clit and your sobbing at the overwhelming sensation of Caleb.

“You should’ve done it.” Your words are barely comprehensible over the sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans within this room, but he hears you all the same.

His hand leaves the collar and wraps around your throat, bringing himself flush against your back as he ruts shallowly into you, his orgasm quickly approaching.

“Yeah? You would’ve liked that, brat? Have your best friend clean up those assholes’ mess and replace it with his own?”

Your head falls against his shoulder, your lips kissing the skin behind his ear as you moan at the thought of him doing that all those years ago.

“They didn’t deserve to cum in this pussy. They weren’t worthy of you.” His fingers tighten and your head grows light at the pressure of his hand at your throat and clit. “That’s okay though. I’ll wash you clean of their filth. I’ll make sure no one touches you ever again.”

You’re at his mercy as he skillfully fucks in and out of you, his fingers rubbing delicious circles around your clit. There’d never been another time in your life where you’d felt this much pleasure and you fall into its embrace willingly. As your breath quickens and becomes choppy as your orgasm approaches, Caleb whispers filthy praises into your ear before grabbing your chin and tilting your head towards him.

You open your eyes briefly to look at how absolutely drunk off you he looks. You stretch up, your hands pulling at the restraints, and kiss him. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated as you both moan into the other, tongue and teeth battling for dominance when they can. His hips stutter, losing rhythm and you know he’s close. So are you with his hand between your thighs.

“Can I?” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you know what he wants.

“Yes.” Your consent rips away whatever restraint he thought he had left.

All he can think of is filling your pretty pussy up with his cum until your stomach is full and bloated with it, with him. He’ll fill you up nice and good and make sure you don’t waste a drop. After today, he’ll make sure you leave the house, when he lets you, with his cum dampening your panties. He needs you full of him.

His fingers work you into your next orgasm smoothly, that it’s arrival has you melting into his hold. Warmth spreads across your body in waves as his orgasm rips through him like an earthquake. His hand moves away from your clit, sparing it from oversensitivity for today, and further down until it’s cupped around your mound, his dick slotted between his fingers.

The extra feeling of his hand around his dick and your cream pooling around his fingers and base of his cock has his eyes rolling back. His cum floods into you in thick bursts, the hot fluid covering your wall as his head falls onto your shoulder.

He’s moaning your name like it’s a prayer as he rides out his orgasm slowly, relishing the way your walls try to milk more out of him. If he could, he’d stay seated here forever, with you in his arms and wrapped around his cock. But, the Fleet will need this room at some point and the thought of such trivial humans seeing you like this has him seething.

The restraints around your wrists release you and one of your arms raises up to hug Caleb’s head and pull him closer into you. He peppers your eyes and cheek with soft kisses, cleaning your face of sweat and tears, as he pulls out of you. The feeling is awkward as the cum rushes to drip out of you.

Caleb’s fingers join back together once he’s fully out of you and he cups you tightly, making sure not a drop spills out. He grins against your neck as he nuzzles into it, proud of the way your pussy is pulsing against his hand.

“Can’t have you wasting my cum after you worked so hard for it, now can we?” His tone is mocking, but he kisses you softly nonetheless.

A group of cadets walk past the door, their voices filling the empty room, and Caleb can’t help loving the way you tense up, scared to be caught by such runts. Your pulse quickens under his lips, and he kisses it to soothe you.

“Let’s get you home so I can clean you up, okay?” His eyes travel across your torn panties and dirty clothes on the ground, before he hands you his jacket. Your fingertips touch as you take the jacket from him, and he grabs your wrist. His head leans down to brush his lips across the top of your hand before letting go. “Put that on, Princess. I don’t want anyone seeing you like that. That’s only for my eyes.”

Caleb’s wink has you shoving his shoulder before wrapping yourself up in his large jacket. Once closed, it fully covers you up and Caleb can’t help the way his cock hardens at the way you look in his colonel coat. He sweeps you up into his arm bridal style before his cock comes up with other ideas.

Your hands wrap around his neck, fingertips messing with the short hairs at his nape.

“Who's taking me home? The Colonel or my best friend?” You try to ask teasingly but the worry and sadness seeps into your tone.

His gaze softens as a regretful smile graces his handsome face.

“Hopefully, just Caleb.”

You don’t say anything further. Not now. The moment is too raw, emotions too high. For now, you want to relish in his warmth and devotion, everything else can be worried about tomorrow. Today, you have the love of your life back and that’s enough.

He’s enough.

[yoimimi]

If there’s one thing Caleb is loud and passionate about, it’s his absolute hatred for anyone who uses the term “granny panties” like it’s some kind of insult. Especially if it’s to mock the idea of plain, comfy underwear in any cut or style that isn’t the small scrap of a thong.

He already grimaces every time he hears his fellow uni classmates indulging in disgusting locker room talk, but one day, he overhears some asshole talking way too loud about how his girlfriend didn’t wear anything “sexy” the first time they got intimate.

And the second the words “granny panties” come out of that idiot’s mouth, Caleb is marching over, looking pissed and ready to educate the group of boys snickering in the corner.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” he asks, voice sharp and unimpressed.

Caleb absolutely towers over every guy there, but even if he didn’t, the dark look on his face would be enough to shut them up. Still, the only one dumb enough to keep running his mouth is the guy who started it all. Caleb doesn’t even try to hide the way he rolls his eyes when the guy makes another half-assed joke about his girlfriend showing up in “ugly” panties.

This isn’t just a pet peeve for Caleb. It’s a hill he’s fully prepared to die on.

First, he has to rein in his annoyance that there are actually people out there who don’t appreciate a good pair of cotton underwear. Like, seriously? Do these bozos really need lace and frills to find a woman attractive? Just because the wrapping isn’t flashy doesn’t mean the present underneath is any less sweet.

He’s this close to banging his head against the lockers as he launches into a full-blown rant. And yeah, it turns into a thing. He’s breaking down the myth that any underwear that isn’t deemed “sexy” somehow counts as “granny.” Comfort doesn’t mean boring, and high-rise doesn’t mean unsexy.

His voice is gaining volume and causing heads to turn in concern as he’s citing studies, talking about vaginal health, explaining why breathable cotton is literally recommended—by doctors, no less. He’s throwing out terms like “moisture-wicking” and “pH balance” while giving these losers the dirtiest look imaginable.

And the other guys? They're just standing there, blinking at him like he’s grown two heads. Caleb couldn’t care less if they thought he was clinically insane. He stood by every damn word.

He’s fuming, practically vibrating, steam probably spewing from his ears. Because how the hell are these guys lucky enough to be inches away from a pair of soft, comfy, cute panties and not get immediately overwhelmed with the desire to bury their face in them out of sheer appreciation?

Once he’s finally done with his rant (he’ll swear up and down he changed at least one life that day, even if those idiots are a lost cause in reality), all he can think about is you. You and your cute, comfy underwear that he used to steal straight from your hamper like some kind of perverted pack rat.

It didn’t matter what kind you wore. Whether it was a lacy thong, high-waisted briefs, plain cotton, or something silky—he cherished every single pair because they were yours. Because they had the privilege of sitting nice and pretty on your hips, pressed just right against your perfect pussy (he hasn’t seen you like that yet, but god, the mental image alone could ruin him).

And later, when he’s alone in his dorm and thinking about you a little too hard, he actually tears up a bit. Just sits there, clutching one of your forgotten panties like it’s some sacred relic from a past life, missing you so much it physically hurts. Imagining the day he’ll get to prove every dumbass like that one in the locker room dead wrong—and prove himself right.

He’s already making a plan while sniffling through his tears and gently petting the soft cotton in his hands. When he finally returns to Linkon to see you again, he’s going to remind himself—very thoroughly—why any and all panties are holy. And why he’ll defend them to his dying breath.

[yoimimi]

Imagine Colonel Caleb using his bionic arm and gravity evol on you during sex...

warnings: iron grip during sex,

Caleb is holding you in place using his bionic arm while he fucks you rough, hard, almost merciless. "Do you know how many nights I've thought about this exact scenario? I've waited for you for so long, I'm never gonna let you go."

He loves seeing you like this, holding you close to him. It gives him the feeling of security that nobody can ever take you away from him ever again. Having your legs spread while in missionary gives him the perfect view of his dick going in and out of your pussy. Hearing how you squelch around him.

As if his iron grip wasn't enough, he's also using his evol on you to keep you moving away from him on the bed while he deeply pounds into you. You can feel every inch and vein on his dick while he basically carves himself into you. His dogtag necklace dangles from his neck onto your face.

Fwop fwop fwop

The bedroom echoes with a mixture of your moans, groans, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other. Caleb chuckles seeing your mouth open and drooling, barely making eye contact with him as he uses your pretty hole for his and your pleasure.

He carefully lowers his neck down enough until his necklace is right on the tongue of your mouth. "Take it." He mutters eyeing you intently. You whimper before taking the dogtag between your lips, tongue slobbering all over it. Caleb groans, his hips going at an even faster rate with his tip brushing over your g spot at each thrust.

"Fu- ck! Keep taking baby, take it... like the good girl you are. Not- not gonna stop- ngh, until you're covered of me." There's just something about seeing something of his inside of you that turns him on. Something... like a baby, perhaps.

Staring at your fucked out beautiful face, down to your marked neck and chest area, he notices a pretty evident buldge forming on your stomach. Shit.

Caleb gives you one deep thrust and decides to stay pressed inside as he admires your tummy while loving your pussy spasms around his dick. "Taking me so well that I'm forming a bulge on your tummy, ya feel that princess? Feels good hm."

He doesn't know how many times the either of you have cum. Nor does he care, honestly. All he has on his mind right now is how beautiful you'd look as a mother to his children. Doesn't give a damn about the gender, long as he has at least three.

[yoimimi]

caleb who genuinely eats you out like a starved man. when i say this man is messy he is MESSSYY. caleb who’s groaning and moaning all over the fucking place, shoving and shaking his head to delve deeper, nuzzling his nose harder against your clit, saliva dribbling down his chin and spreading all over your pussy lips and thighs—and trust he is adding to this mess by spitting harshly right against your clit, watching it drip to your hole, just for him to obscenely suck it back into his mouth and do it again. he is so fucking selfish when he eats you out. have you come twice already with no breaks? yeah! is he gonna keep going until he cums in his pants solely from grinding against the bed and licking your cunt? yeah!! when you try to close your legs the minute he latches onto your clit, he wrenches them apart and keeps them open for a few seconds, wanting full access. but the more you try to shut them again, the less he forces you to spread your legs, letting you tighten your thighs around his head, grinding against his nose, pulling his hair towards you, allowing you to use him as pleased, as long as he never has to let your pussy go. he’s so filthy in the moment, but has all of his attention on your wellbeing as soon he’s been satisfied.

[yoimimi]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛