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Pussy spanking with Zayne 🥺

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Caleb who lets neurodivergent reader use him to stim :p (I will expand on this soon >:D)

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Him holding your pudgy stomach like a handle while fucking you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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To expand on this…

Pet play, breath play, impact play (hitting and spanking), overstimulation, using sex as a coping mechanism, oral fixation, spit play, “bitch” is used, maybe dub con? degrading stuff all around.

Sometimes you have to practically beg him to indulge :( because…

He wouldn’t ever dream of hitting you, but it makes you clench so hard and you always make the prettiest sounds whenever he does…

Putting a collar on you and walking you with a leash is so demeaning, but you’re always so eager…

It’s degrading, how when he comes home from a long day with the fleet the first thing you want is his gloved thumb in your mouth…

He’d never do anything to cause you legit harm, so it isn’t bad that seeing you with his hand around your throat makes his dick hard, right?

He wouldn’t ever take advantage of you, but then again, when you’re having a bad mental health day and begin to tug at his clothes he can’t help but indulge you. You need him after all…

He knows it’s overwhelming, but when you’re crying and begging for him to stop because you’re past your limit, it’s not his fault! You didn’t use your safe-word…

He doesn’t like when you get embarrassed, but you’re so cute when you’re on your knees barking and whimpering for his cock like a little bitch…

He wouldn’t feel the need to take you over his knees if it didn’t make your pussy so wet…

He doesn’t wanna make you all messy, but you’re the one that asked him to slap his dick against your face…

You’re the one that opened your mouth so he could spit into it, only to swallow it all eagerly…

He just wants to make you happy. Can you blame him?

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Reminder #5067 that Caleb calls mc "pipsqueak" because it's pilot slang for a radio transmitter to help fix a fighter aircraft's position. When he calls her "pipsqueak", he's literally referring to her as the one thing that will keep him in check.

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Summary: It’s a rare day for both you and the Colonel. You have off! No work! Which means quality time spent together playing with your new LPS

CW: Fluff, playing LPS together, kidnapping roleplay, GN! Reader, various pet names used, the reader is kind of childish, lowkey neurodivergent reader

Caleb is lounging on the couch, using his E-reader to search up some new possible recipe combinations when the doorbell rings. Curious, he gets up to answer it.

Upon opening the door he’s greeted with a middle-aged man holding a brown box under his arm, clipboard in hand. He greets the man before signing for the package, closing the door, and bringing the box over to the coffee table. As soon as he sets it down he hears the pitter-patter of excited feet followed by the familiar sound of your voice.

“Caleb! Did my package come?!” You ask hopefully, hurrying over to where he’s standing.

“Uh, yeah.” He barely has time to get the words out before you’re dropping to your knees, pulling the box onto the floor before eagerly beginning to claw at it.

“Woah slow down! What’s the rush pipsqueak?” Quirking a brow, he kneels beside you in order to assist you in opening the package.

“My Littlest Pet Shops came in! I’ve been waiting for like a week!” You exclaim, pulling your hands back so Caleb can help. At your words, Caleb lets out a disbelieving yet fond chuckle. Of course, he should’ve guessed.

“Oh yeah? How many did ya get?”

As soon as the question leaves his mouth he finally manages to open the box, revealing at least 50 different LPS. Eyes widening, he lets out a simple “oh.”

You’re quick to snatch the box from him, squealing with delight as you begin to dig through it.

“Oh my gosh, Caleb look! Look how many there are!”

Your eyes practically light up, full of childlike excitement. It makes him smile.

“I see that, how much did this cost?”

As much as Caleb loves being supportive, he also knows that sometimes you tend to… impulse spend. You always have. He’s tried to help you but at the end of the day you’re an adult with adult money, sometimes you’re gonna buy things like… this.

“Only like a hundred bucks! Can you believe it?!”

Oh wow. Well… at least you’re happy.

“That’s…?”

“Such a good deal right?! When I went online there were so many people selling, like, five of them for thirty bucks! Some are even up to a hundred each! But I got a pack of sixty-five from an ex-collector! I got so lucky!” You ramble.

“That’s great honey, but what made you want to get this?” He asked, picking up one of the toys. Caleb inspects it, taking note of the logo on the bottom of it as well as all the little details painted on it.

“I don’t know, I just really regret giving mine away, and so when I saw them I knew I had to get them.” You explain, reminiscing on your childhood spent playing with the tiny plastic figures. Before Caleb can respond you continue, perking up and shooting him a hopeful expression.

“Do you wanna play with me?”

“…”

“…?”

A sigh.

“…sure, sweetie. I’ll play with you.”

Not wasting a second, you pick out your favorite lps from the group along with a rugged, mean-looking bulldog. Caleb grabs a Rough Collie with orangish-brown fur. Upon seeing his choice you smile. “Oh my gosh, that’s literally you!” You tease, taking it from his hand and holding it up beside his face as if comparing the two. Caleb only rolls his eyes, swatting your hand away before taking his lps back. “A striking resemblance, I’m sure…” he playfully remarks.

A moment later you’re lying on your stomach, the hardwood floor beneath you making it easy to stand your toy up.

“Okay! What should we play? Oh, I know! How about we’re kidnapped by this scary-looking dog and we have to escape?” You’re quick to suggest, picking up the bulldog and giving it a little shake. Laughing, Caleb scoots his lps closer to yours and crosses his legs beneath him.

“Alrighty then.”

Within seconds a serious look takes over his face. It’s clear he’s completely focused and in character.

“Where… where are we?” He asks in a high-pitched voice, twisting his dog’s head a bit in order to resemble confusion. Immediately you burst out into laughter, caught off guard by how goofy it is to see him do such a thing. Caleb pouts, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment as he scolds you.

“Hey–! You’re the one who suggested it!”

Wiping away a stray tear, you let out the last of your giggles before shaking your head.

“I know! I know I’m sorry… whew, okay. I’m ready.” Clearing your throat, Caleb takes that as his cue to start again.

“Where are we?”

“I… I don’t know, but it’s so dark and I can’t move! Ughn-!” You groan, lying your lps on its side before making it squirm. In your imagination you’re picturing it with its hands and feet duct taped together, both it and Caleb’s trapped in some dingy basement.

Caleb is quick to pick up where you left off, the roleplay flowing easily Between you two.

“I can’t move either! The last thing I remember is us playing outside when that car drove by…” he then lets out a small gasp. “Oh my gosh, I think we got… kidnapped!”

You have to bite your lip in order to hold back a giggle at the cringy-ness of the situation, needing to stay in character.

“Oh no! Caleb, w-what do we do?!

It’s almost as if this is how it would play out in real life, especially given the look of devotion and determination on Caleb’s face as he responds, making his lps crawl closer to yours in order for them to nuzzle against one another.

“Don’t worry pipsqueak, I’ll get us out of this. Everything will be alright…”

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Masterlist

Thoughts

Match my freak (Caleb)

Freaky Simp (Caleb)

Freaky Simp pt2 (Caleb)

Playing LPS (Caleb)

Chubby fucking

Writing

Brushing your teeth for you (Caleb)

Playing LPS (Caleb)

Body worship (Caleb)

Other

Helping him relax (Caleb)

Trying to get his attention (Sylus)

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Caleb would 100% play LPS with you if you asked him to

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Trying to get his attention…

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Helping the colonel relax after a boring party 🥺

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Body worship and (mostly) vanilla sex with Caleb <3

(750 words)

He’s just so sweet. So so sweet. The way his lips trail all over your body, your skin set ablaze from his actions. His mouth will linger on your chest, his tongue lazily circling a nipple before giving the other some much-needed attention. His mouth will linger on your thighs next, nipping and sucking dark circles into your skin.

He likes hearing the noises you make. Sometimes they’re desperate and needy, a way of begging without using words. Sometimes they’re sweet and appreciative, thanking Caleb for treating you so good.

You have to say your favorite part, though, is when he kisses your tummy. Whether it’s flat or supple, it gets love nonetheless. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 kisses. They tickle, causing your stomach to jerk and cave in as you giggle. Caleb joins you, a soft chuckle escaping him as he looks up at you with eyes full of love and adoration, a certain fondness he’s not sure he could ever feel for anyone but you.

“My beautiful girl…”

He’d whisper, trailing his kisses back up until your lips met. The kiss is slow and sweet compared to how rough things can get, should you be in the mood for it. It’s your mutual way of showing your love. Kissing. Sex.

“Caleb, c’mon…” You’d whine against his lips, hand reaching for the not-so-subtle bulge in his boxers. It makes his breath hitch, a small groan managing to escape before he regains his control.

“Shh, it’s alright…” he’d whisper against your temple, finger gliding through your slick folds before beginning to rub small circles on your clit.

“I’ve got you…”

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It doesn't take long before the smell of sex begins to permeate the bedroom air, slick sounds reverberating throughout the room, followed by a cacophony of moans and groans from both parties involved in the profane act.

“C-Caleb! mmn~!”

His hips are steadily rolling into you so perfectly, the tip of his cock repeatedly brushing against that spot that makes you see stars. It’s a slow pace, romantic. Passionate. Sure you like it rough, but sometimes this is what you really need.

Caleb isn’t much better than you, his sighs and grunts of “fuck, sweetie…” are impossible to ignore.

“That’s it, honey, you’re doing so good… fuck-! Squeezing me so tight…”

His words cause you to clench as a moan escapes you, your walls contracting and massaging his member for all it’s worth.

“Aha~! Caleb please!”

In response to your cries, Caleb presses a searing kiss to your collarbone before licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, his mouth pausing at your pulse point in order to sloppily brand you as his. Because that's what you are. His.

“You like that, don’t you? Hm? You like hearing me talk to you? You like the things I say?”

Burying his face into the crook of your neck he inhales deeply, releasing a heavy groan when the smell of your pheromones hits him.

Your own breath hitches, a hand coming up to cling onto him.

“Answer me pipsqueak.”

“Yes! Yes I like it! Like hearing you talk t’me!”

He delivers a particularly harsh thrust, a strangled chuckle fanning against your chest.

“I know you do… you like being mine too, don’t you? All mine?”

His hips speed up, causing the heat within your tummy to grow hotter and hotter with each thrust.

“Yours! Yours~!”

One of his hands heads south, his fingers finding your clit before beginning to rub.

“That’s right.”

Head thrown back, your spine arches, a choked moan tearing from your throat as the band within you suddenly snaps. Your slick gummy-like walls contract, seemingly milking him for his cum.

“Oh fuck-! That’s it, baby, that’s it! Look at you cummin’ for me…”

“Ah~! Hnn~!”

“Fuuuuck…”

Caleb’s hips jerk, his jaw dropping at the intense pleasure flowing through him. Your orgasm is more than enough to bring him to his precipice, his cock twitching within you as spurt after spurt of his seed fills you up until it begins to leak out around his member.

Deep breaths follow.

After a moment he pulls out, the rest of his cum spilling out of your still twitching cunt before he rolls over and collapses onto the mattress beside you.

More breathing.

Rolling onto his side, he throws an arm over your torso, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder.

“…I love you.”

You can’t help but giggle.

“I love you too.”

(It was so hard for me to not make this super freaky y’all 😖)

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Caleb who respects reader above all else but also indulges all of her fantasies because he’s such a simp >>>

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Need him to help me brush my teeth when I’m feeling burnt out and unwell :(

Sfw Caleb Drabble, <300 words

“Open up…”

Upon doing as asked of you, Caleb begins. Gently but thoroughly, he guides the toothbrush along the surfaces of your teeth, his gaze laser-focused on the task at hand.

It’s late, around 11 pm, and despite your protests, Caleb insisted on you brushing your teeth, even if he had to do it himself. “Dental hygiene is important pipsqueak!” He had stressed, playful but unwilling to back down as he led you to the bathroom.

You’re sitting on the toilet, mind wondering as you wait for him to finish. He looks so focused… it’s kind of sexy. The way his jaw is set in place, how his eyes are squinted ever so slightly. Even doing something as simple as brushing your teeth is no small task for the colonel. That’s how seriously he takes you. You’re important to him.

“Ahh”

You gargle, trying not to choke on the build-up of toothpaste in your mouth. The sound seems to bring Caleb back to reality, pulling the brush back and allowing you to spit into the sink before grabbing your chin to resume his brushing.

“Sorry about that sweetie…”

You just smile in return, more than happy that you’re being taken care of.

“S’okay.”

Once he’s finished he allows you to spit again before wiping your mouth with a damp washcloth, using his free hand to tilt your chin up so he can get a good look at you.

“Gimme a smile, pretty girl. Let me see how good of a job I did.” He teases

And you do, grinning up at him with eyes that express much more than you’re sure you ever could.

(This was my first time writing in months, pls don’t judge me I’m rusty 😖🙏)

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No one will match my freak like Caleb could :((

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Introduction <3

Masterlist

Hiii, you can call me Jay, I’m 18!! AFAB using she/her pronouns, and I am queer. I’m also audhd and have health issues so :p

This blog is for my lowkey obsession with Love And Deepspace :D

I’ll be reblogging and posting thoughts, I might even write a little bit if I feel inspired ;3

I really love Caleb and Sylus :((

PSA: This blog will feature 18+ thoughts and discussions so view it at your own discretion. I have some… extreme things that I’m into, so just watch out for that. I’ll always give a warning if I post a writing piece!!