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Going at it for five hours with Caleb.

He brings forth a whole new meaning of marathon sex, his drive so insatiable that you’re certain it’ll take him losing consciousness to finally rest.

Though, you’re not one to talk. You’re equally as hungry, clawing up his back like it was your own personal scratch post. Any harder and you’re sure he’d start to bleed.

“O-one more, pips. Give me one more.” But that’s a god damn lie and you know it. You know it’s not just one more, you know he won’t be sated once you cream around his cock for the umpteenth time in… some number of hours.

You’ve lost count, the floor to ceiling windows of his Sky Haven home fogged from the heat you two created.

The living space is thick with the scent of musk and sweat and sex. It should be gross, but it only spurs the two of you on further. “C…ca-aye-leb…!” You should be horrified, completely ruined by the way he pounds you. Pounds the sensibility out of your head. You’ve lost the ability to think.

“C’mon, I feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Gonna milk me dry again, pips? Let me fill you up with all my cum? Naughty girl, you love when I pound this pussy huh?”

You’d never known Caleb to be so filthy, though you assume he always had been.

“P-please! Cum in me, n-need y-yo-oh-ur cum in my pussy Caleb! Not enough, need more!” And, well, you were just as bad. Dirty words flying out of your mouth like it was second nature. Filthy language, you’d be mortified later.

If later ever came. The sky had been a deep midnight black when you two started playing, now? The sky was turning to a soft indigo. The sun would be rising soon.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl taking my cock like this.” The rug feels damp with sweat, with release, your sweaty back is dragging up and down it.

Caleb’s grip is iron around your ankles. He’s got you splayed in a perfect V, pounding his hips so hard you’re sure there are indents left on the back of your thighs

“Gonna cum—shit’m gonna cum!” You’re writing, hands clawing at the rug, his arms, his thighs, his hips. Anywhere your nails can reach, you’re grabbing and sinking in. “Cum for me then, make a bigger mess of my cock.”

You’re crying, tears leaking down your cheeks and your entire body stiffens. Your orgasm is devastating, your vision whiting out as your walls spasm.

Your ears are still ringing as you come down, vision blurry as Caleb continues to babble you filthy praises. All the while his hips aren’t stopping, and if you could focus long enough you’d hear him whispering “just one more…”

This man is so gross, absolutely filthy. Would def lick the sweat of your body after fucking you into the ground. Would suck his own cum out your pussy just to see how you taste together and then spit what remained into your awaiting mouth… so nasty how could anyone ever … Caleb plz hit me up I wanna turn.

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Caleb twt links 🔞 — ! acc must be logged in !

⌗ CALEB

. . . he's definitely the type of guy to fuck you deep and hard, making sure that you feel all inches of his dick inside of you

. . . as much as he hates being away from you, he just can't help but love how clingy and needy you get for him when he returns

. . . you just won't tell him what he wants to hear so he has no choice but to break you:( making use of military grade cuffs he just so happened to have laying around

. . . you're just so greedy! you already have the real thing but still keep the fake one with you... since you can't seem to be satisfied, why not fill both holes?

. . . why not make good use of your toys by stretching you good and open before he actually fucks you with his dick? just have to stand there and take it

. . . you put so much effort for his birthday that he can't help but just take you on the couch! too horny and rilled up from all the waiting he'd done

. . . one of the gifts caleb specifically requested from you was to make a compilation of you fucking so he can have something to jerk off to will he's away! the website just isn't doing it anymore for him after he's had you

. . . he sounds so pretty and lovely <3 all tied up and helpless, at the mercy of your mere hands just as always, letting you have your way knowing he can just break free whenever he wants to

. . . something about seeing you all shaky underneath him as he continues to fuck you slowly knowing damn well how overstimulated you are

. . . sometimes all he needs is a good riding to calm his mind from all the stress he gets, being a colonel isn't easy after all

. . . his favourite food above anything and everything, he needs your weight above him while he indulges your yummy pussy

. . . it's not too bad if it doesn't go in right? maybe if he just takes his dick out.. and maybe if you just put your panties to the side..

. . . all leaky and creamy on him, oh you're like a broken sink, too horny to even fully take your panties off that he just rips it in half

. . . oh he loooovesssss taking you from behind, pinning your waist down so you can take him as deep as possible!

. . . kissing his cheek on his graduation in front of hundreds of people? and getting away with it? absolutely not

[ A/N : feel free to imagine as the other lads boys ;) ]

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With the way Caleb cooks? You’re bound to put on a couple of pounds even with your rigorous work schedule.

You’re grumbling one morning, an early workout session before you go on with your day. The number on the scale is a bit higher than it was last week… it bothered you.

Not because you feared the weight gain but because you couldn’t understand how it was happening.

“What’s up, Pips? You look bummed out.” The pout is still present on your lips as you look over your shoulder. “I’ve gained weight.” And for a split second, you swear Caleb’s eyes light up. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ve been pushing you with weight lifting. It’s probably muscle.”

But you want to scoff, you hadn’t been gaining muscles. No, you’d been gaining fluff. Your belly had gotten a bit softer, your curves a little curvier. You couldn’t tell if you were upset about it or intrigued by your new shape.

“Not true at all. Look!” You poke at your stomach, and Caleb’s mouth waters. "Don't be ridiculous, pips. You look great." It's like reading an open book. Your eyes narrow as you stare at him, the cogs in your brain twisting and turning as you put two and two together.

"Caleb Xia." and the look that flashes across his face confirms your sneaking suspicions. "Have you been over feeding me?" It sounds far harsher than it really is, he simply makes good food and always puts seconds on your plate before you can even utter a word.

He just wants you to be well fed, is that so bad?

"Yes, it is!" Oops, must of said it out loud. "What in the world are you putting in your meals that I'm gaining all this weight despite working out and being a damn hunter!?" And the towering 6'2 man seems to shrink in on himself. "You've got an appetite, Pips! I'm just feeding you until you're full!" Okay, maybe he also likes you being fluffy.

There's just... more to grab. More to hold, more to kiss and bite and love on. More for him to knead, to bury his face into, to get a grip on as he pounds... shit shit shit his cover just got blown and he's daydreaming? "Caleb Xia, answer me!"

He can't, he absolutely can't. So, instead, he stalks forward and buries his face into your neck. "Caleb!" But he's holding you tighter, grabbing the plush of your waist and grounding you to him.

Your anger is melting fast. It feels... good having him hold you like that. Your cheeks are burning as you huff, holding him with a pout. "I'm going to start loading you up on sweets, say goodbye to that six pack. You'll have a dad-bod by the time I'm done."

And Caleb is 100% okay with that.

This isn't like... full on feeder content. I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable. I am just a firm believer that Caleb would be a Chubby girl connoisseur. He loves them thick, plump, stretch marked and jiggly.

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LADS men and you doing the "My boyfriend wants to show you his _____ collection and you better be nice!" Trend

Please I've been seeing this trend and they're all so cute and wholesome, so here's what the boys would show in the video.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus (jewels)

"Hey guys, my boyfriend wants to show you his jewels collection, be nice!"

Sylus happily show the camera his collection of jewels he had won in auctions, along with Mephisto who would fly around and fetch each jewel he mentions.

"Tell them how much you spent on each jewel!" "Why? They won't be able to afford it." "Sy, be nic- yeah you're right."

Xavier (baking progress)

"Hey! My boyfriend wants to show you his progress of making the perfect bread and-" you whisper menacingly "you better be nice."

Xavier, covered in flour shows his.. perfect bread. The audience can clearly see the burnt side but Xavier quickly say "These little burnt spot makes the bread yummier and more authentic, unlike Charli-" "Xavi!!" "My bread is better." "Yes it is, my star."

He tore a little piece for you to taste and you ate it.. it was actually good. Well, not as bad as batch 27. "Mm! It's true what people say, the 50th time is the charm!"

Rafayel (paints)

"Hello! My husband wants to show you his collection of paints and I know you all adore him so be nice, alright?"

He shows the camera the 50 different yet looks very similar shade of purple. Yet Rafayel insists each one of them is different from the other, telling the audience how exactly he got those colors.

"Now this one, I got from a flower called Wisteria.. this one is from a Lavender. They appear the same but you can see that the other one is darker. Can you see it?" You tried your best to look intimidating in the background. He is just too cute.

Zayne (ice animals)

"My boyfriend is about to show you the ice animals he made from his evol, so be nice. Go ahead, love."

Zayne had five ice babies in his arms, he starts explaining each of the little animals' background. "This one is a seal.. it's the seal I gave her when we met again." You nod happily. "This one is a little cat.. I saw one and I scared it off, so I made a mini version to keep..."

You happily pat the little babies, the ones Zayne hands to you after he's done showing it to the camera.

Caleb (model airplanes)

"Heyho~ My sweet darling boyfriend wants to show you his model airplane collection so," you lean in dangerously close to the camera, "be nice."

"Alright!" Caleb immediately takes over, his natural charming self makes you question whether or not it was necessary for you to be intimidating when you're sure he can win over everyone easily. But you digress.

Each model airplanes he shows, he tells the audience the price and how long it took him to assemble, how you've helped him built many of them. You giggle, going down the memory lane along with him.

Ok at first I want Caleb to show different types of apples but but but model airplanes won, baby needs to get his nerd on.

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''My daddy!" your daughter squeals, her tiny hands grabbing at Sukuna’s sleeve as she tugs with all her might, her little face scrunched in fierce determination.

"No, my daddy!" you shoot back with mock seriousness, yanking on his other arm with equal intensity.

Sukuna, seated on the couch with his arms stretched out like he's being crucified by love, with a rainbow unicorn bandage is stuck to his forehead. Why? No one knows. His crimson eyes remain glued to the TV screen but he’s not really watching anymore, quietly accepting his fate.

He doesn't say anything, though there’s the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

''My daddy gives me more kisses'' your daughter declares, raising the stakes with wide, victorious eyes.

You gasp. “Traitor!” you chime in playfully, gripping his other arm and pretending to pout. “I saw him first!”

"Unbelievable," he murmurs under his breath, eyes glancing between the two girls tugging on him like he's a prized teddy bear.

Your daughter tugs harder, giggling. “S' Mine Papa forever!”

You gasp in mock betrayal. “What?! I give him goodnight kisses! And make his tea!”

“I draw him pictures!”

“I keep him warm at night!”

Sukuna finally exhales and tilts his head back against the couch. “I should’ve stayed a curse.”

You and your daughter both throw yourselves against him in an instant, wrapping him in tiny arms and grown-up affection. He lets out a low, exaggerated groan but doesn’t move he just melts quietly into your combined warmth.

The room is filled with you and your daughters giggles high-pitched, unfiltered, contagious, Sukuna’s arms slide around the two of you, one large hand gently cradling your daughter’s back, the other resting over your waist.

Silently complaining like a grumpy old man, lips pressed in that familiar irritated line

And despite the complaining, he doesn’t push either of you away.

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thoughts about big dick caleb losing his self-control on your first time

caleb tries really hard. really, he does. when you whine and say it hurts or he's going too fast, he does his best to comply with your demands. keeping still. being gentle. peppering you with soft, reassuring kisses.

when caleb felt your cunt clench around his fingers, he didn't go crazy. he didn't lose his patience and tried to loosen you up to prep you as best as he could. when he put the head of his cock inside, he was slow and careful, even though he really, really wanted to feel your pussy.

but now, halfway in with you sobbing and crying for him to take it out, it's too big it won't fit, he hesitates. he can't move. he doesn't want to.

he really, really doesn't want to.

caleb can't stop his hips from fucking into you, not when you're so warm and wet and sinfully tight. looking up at him through teary lashes. cunt clenching around him like you never want him to pull out.

so even when the tears roll down your cheeks, when you say it hurts it a little, all caleb can do is apologize. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i can't stop," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your temple to make up for the way his hips fucking pound into you, heavy and rough. his cock keeps releasing globs of pre-cum, sloshing inside with your slick. "pips, i'm sorry, you feel too good—"

your legs are trembling, kicking out when the tip of his dick hits a good spot. he holds them down with a tight grip, bruises shaped like his fingertips blooming on your thighs. "ah, no, please don't run away, don't run away from me... mmgh, let me feel you, ah, let me have your pretty pussy, fuck!"

it's like any semblance of control he had slipped away from him; suddenly, he can't ever have his lips empty, always kissing you, marking the side of your neck, or sucking down your chest. he can't stand having you away from him, pulling you back to his cock before you can escape. 

and, hysterically, he realizes he can't bring himself to pull out, even as he feels his release fast approaching.

so he pumps it all inside you, thick loads of hot semen flush against your womb. the cum keeps coming out, painting your walls white, filling you up and overflowing. his hips keep thrusting, pounding, fucking it deeper, even long after he's finally stopped cumming and he's so sensitive it almost hurts. because maybe, just maybe, if he tried hard enough, maybe it'll take on the first try. if he pushes it deep enough, maybe he'll see you round and glowing.

and if it doesn't, well... he'll just have to keep going, won't he?

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MC: and the worst part is the wanderer got away.

Zayne: That's the worst part? You could've DIED, MC.

MC: I wasn't hurt that badly, you said all my bleeding was INTERNAL. That's where the blood SUPPOSED to be!

Zayne: Oh my God.

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omg but like... he would love seeing your regular cotton panties way more than any lacy pretty little thong...

Sleeping with Bakugo for the first time isn’t planned, and thus, you didn’t have time to pick out cuter underwear. When he takes off your jeans to see them, looking over your body for a few moments in silence, you’re convinced he’s judging you.

“Sorry they’re not cuter,” you laugh nervously.

“What?” he looks at you, genuinely confused, before he realizes what you’re talking about. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at the comment.

“They’re fine,” he says bluntly. “Besides, who cares what they look like when I’m gonna have them on the floor anyway?”

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i feel like if you were to make enough innuendos with chance, you'd get more than just good rolls during your sessions

things like subtle hints and just general flirty body language as you play. you don't go the extra horny route when y'all are playing, but when the time comes around you always take the opportunity to slip in a little remark, and chance doesn't miss them either.

"i think you're looking for a different kind of roleplay right now," chance would say as he'd set his GnG equipment aside. he's got that mischievous glint behind his glasses, and you already know you've rolled a score.

he's crawling over the various sheets and maps to get to you, and before you know it, he's hovering over you with his legs nudging yours open. he's got a smirk on his face, and his voice goes from his typical fantasy narrator to something a lot more.. erotic.

"consider me your.. dungeon master for the night. now, get on the table. i'm gonna show you a real tabletop game."

this is the dumbest thing i've ever written LMAOOO

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Welcome

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Caleb, 12 years old: Now that I've explained the math for the third time, do you understand?

MC, 10/11 years old: Y- yes.

Caleb: Are you lying?

MC, on the verge of tears: ..Yes.

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╰┈➤ 𝕝&𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

author’s note: 🗒️ oh i’ve had so much fun writing this. <3 talk to me about the lads men 😫💞

-> xavier *ੈ✩‧₊˚ legs up in a V

xavier loves control. loves precision. he loves to humble you at times when he switches from the cutest, most adorable little snuggly bear to the hardest dom you’ve ever seen. the eyes switch, the demeanor switches, and you love it.

he has your legs pushed up in a trembling v, hands wrapped around your thighs like restraints, your cunt exposed and twitching, so sore and swollen it’s almost pulsing. he loves the way his cock digs into your velvety walls, slippery sounds of him pumping you full echoing through his apartment.

his voice is calm, low, calculated.

“don’t move, princess. i want to see everything. i want to see your face when you cum, when it’s xavier making you cum — and not lumiere.”

he’s slow with it—methodical, hitting that perfect spot every single time while he watches your body tremble beneath him like an experiment unraveling. your hands claw at the sheets, lips parted in ruined moans, and he just smirks. jealousy dripping, conceited and oh- so so horny.

“mm. there. that reaction. that’s the one i wanted.”

-> zayne *ੈ✩‧₊˚ cowgirl

zayne wants you on top. not always, but on the occasions when he wants to see you struggling to fit his thick, fat cock inside you. when he wants to reduce you from a big, baddie hunter, to his subby little angel who’s sobbing because her pussy feels too full.

he lays back with that lazy, cocky smile, hands behind his head, muscles golden and taut like he’s built to be ridden. head leaned against the headboard.

“go on, little one. show me what that pretty body’s made for.”

he watches every bounce. every grind. his hands slide up your waist, your thighs, gripping your ass as you lose rhythm and start crying from how deep he hits. he would wipe your tears tenderly, peppering sweet kisses — “look at you, so little and so cute for me like this. sometimes i wonder if this is what you’re made for.”

“hmm, already falling apart? and here i thought you were gonna ride me like a good girl.”

he pulls you down, sucks a bruise into your neck, and mutters against your ear

“don’t stop now. i’m not done watching you yet.”

-> sylus *ੈ✩‧₊˚ doggy-style

sylus doesn’t just fuck you. he hunts you from behind. it’s like your predator chasing you. his thick, girthy & veinny cock loves when your pussy tries to run away from it. swollen & desperate, how your body lurches forward when he pumps you full. his heavy balls slapping against your clit.

has you on all fours, back arched, cunt dripping, and one hand pressing your spine down harder every time you try to lift your head. sometimes he would hold your shoulder, muttering softly, “ah ah ah— don’t run away now, sweetie.” voice laced with that soft mockery that you love oh so much.

“no, stay like that. let me see everything.”

his pace is brutal. steady. punishing. he watches your ass ripple, your thighs shake, your mouth gape into the mattress like you’re trying to scream but forgot how.

“look at that. twitching already? good. you’ll remember this one.”

and when you whimper out “sy—sylus—please—”

“mm-mm, sure kitten. you want to be bred by me just say so…” and you do, so badly.

-> caleb *ੈ✩‧₊˚ prone-bone

caleb’s all about ownership. he wants you to know he owns you, he wants everyone to know he owns you, he wants your body, your soul, everything related to you to know & remember — you’re his.

he lays you flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough, hips tilted up & a pillow underneath as he sinks in deep, pinning you under his body like you’re his. and you’re meant to be pliant & take it.

“don’t move, baby. i got you.”

his arms are tight around your waist, face pressed to the back of your neck, lips brushing your ear as he fucks you in slow, aching rolls that make your clit throb against the sheets.

“feel that? how deep i am? how i’m not letting you go?”

he grinds deeper, and you sob, trembling from how much you’re taking. caleb’s not small, and both of you know that. the way your pesky cervix stops him from forcing more of him deeper, harder..

“you don’t have to do a thing, angel. just lie there and come on my cock.” and you don’t. you just lay there and watch him, feel him make you see stars.

-> rafayel *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mating press

rafayel wants to own your soul. he’s waited for you so long & his stupid lemurian instincts want you to so many times to feel satiated…

he folds you in half, presses your knees to your chest, and thrusts so deep it feels like he’s kissing your womb with every stroke. he really is, and in the back of his head if the position is called — a mating press. then he should be able to make you pregnant.

“you’re mine, cutie. say it.”

his hand is on your throat, his other pressed to your belly where he can feel himself inside you. you’re gasping, leaking, absolutely gone. “say you’re mine~” he almost sing songs, the way your pupils have dilated from the sheer pleasure in your nerves only makes him chuckle a little. oh he’s gone so far deep.

“look at how your body opens for me. like it knows who it belongs to.”

and when you start shaking—so overstimmed you’re crying? oh how can his cock not erupt and fill you up? over & over & over?

“let me fuck it deeper. let me keep you.”

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dirk probably jerks it with your dirty panties right.

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Timeskip! Bakugou Katsuki - inspired by Horikoshi's sketch style

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“FOCUS, PIPSQUEAK.”

FEATURING THE ONE AND ONLY: CALEB 夏以昼

content warnings: 18+ !!! MEAN!DOM caleb x reader, cockwarming (can’t you guys tell i lowkey hv a thing 4 it 😵‍💫), spanking, edging before overstimulation, penetrative sex, cumming inside.

author’s note for my bae @freaktoru, i hope is to your liking 🤞🏻🤞🏻 (req here) thank you to anyone who’s reading :3

word count: 2.1k

SLAP! “focus, pipsqueak.”

you squeal at caleb’s large hand coming down on your sore ass. he has already turned it a glowing shade of red from the number of strikes he’s given you to pull your mind out of a daze. 25? 30? you’ve honestly lost count by now. it hurts, but you know better than to protest or whine for what you want. honestly, it makes you feel so embarrassed with how this has been turning you on. but oh, caleb knows. of course he knows how needy you are. however, girlfriend or not, you asked him to help you with your grades so no special treatment for you. but he was going to make learning much more memorable for you because he knows you were someone who had trouble with retaining the knowledge you’ve learnt.

how was he going to help you, you may wonder? he just has you seated on his almost painfully thick cock that stretches you so good and absolutely fills you to the brim - it felt like he was up to your lungs that you with every breath you took. all you could pay attention to was his twitching cock inside of you. you did try to focus on what he was teaching you, but it was just too hard to think properly! :(

“tch. you better fucking focus, sweetheart. i’m not going to tell you again. you get one more mistake and so help me god, you won’t be cumming until you get your results back from this test. oh, and it better be over an eighty percent if you don’t want to be edged until the next test,” he spits out in frustration. you kick your legs in the air as a little signal of protest. however, they do near to nothing to caleb with how they’re are kept painfully spread open around his own thighs, restricting you from rubbing against him for any sort of friction. you couldn’t bear having to wait so excruciatingly long just for some stupid test.

“caleeeb,” you whine and before inhaling a shaky breath. “i—hch!— i can’t,” you whimper and squirm. he only sighs in exasperation at your words, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “too bad babe, either way you’re going to be seated here until i say otherwise, so sit still and focus.” he shakes his head disapprovingly.

your mind is dizzy. the feeling of his pulsing cock in you prodding at jabbing at your gummy insides with every shift he makes, it’s driving you crazy. you don’t even need to look to know how soaked you are all over his thighs. the loud squelching and the feeling of your wetness dripping between your legs was enough. you just want to cry out and sob, hell, even curl into a ball and beg but you know your boyfriend isn’t going to give into your little scheme this time. not after you failed your last physics exam.

you got a D. a freaking D. how did that even happen? when you told caleb, it had him nearly collapsing to the ground and his jaw wide in shock. he came out with an A+ on that test but you! his student he had tutored so hard still needed further improvement.

“what are the boundary conditions for the wave function in a finite potential well?” caleb whispers as he presses a sweet kiss behind your ear. god, if you only his sweet actions matched his filthy words. the way he still held you oh so gently contrasting the way he talked to you. so mean. “the wave function—sniff!—m-must be continuous, finite..” you pause. fuck, fuck, fuck. what was the last one? you turn to see caleb raising an eyebrow at you, anticipating your answer. “smooth?..” you whimper out.

he gives you a cold, mean smile. “seems like you do know what i’m talking about. thought my cock already turned your brain to mush. not a dumb little slut yet huh?” he teases you. despite his cruel words, you can feel the hand resting on your thigh soften, releasing it’s tight grip on you and now rubs soothing circles against you. you bite back a whimper, your teeth sinking into your already ruined and bruised lips.

seeing your trembling and whimpering state, caleb decides to be a little more merciful. “three more questions right and i’ll fuck you the way you want, baby.” he coos, a laugh rumbles in his chest, the vibrations travelling from his chest to your back pressed flushed against him. you nearly let out a cry of relief at his words but instead you just frantically nod, sniffing on your tears.

his hand comes up to grip your neck firmly. to ground you. “words, my princess. say ‘thank you, caleb’ or not i’m making it five questions instead.” his voice hardens, telling you there were no room for arguments if you didn’t speak up.

you freeze up, trepidation running up your spine at his ruthlessness. you scramble for a quick reply, “i-i’ll be—hiccup!—good caleb!” he squishes your cheeks, cutting off your panicked reply, “pwease—hgh!—i’ll dwo’it. i’ll be a gwood girl..twank you cwaleb!!” you struggle against his hand squeezing your face. drool practically seeps out at the side of your lips as you speak. honestly, pathetic.

caleb chuckes, low and fond, releasing his grip on your face before running his fingers soothingly along your trembling sides. “i know you’re my good girl honey. i’ll take care of you,” he coos, rubbing his face affectionately against yours, the frame of his glasses mushing against the side of your face.

“now, describe t’me the concept of quantum tunnelling. you can do it.” he encourages, if you knew any better, maybe any less delirious, you would’ve picked up the utter amusement laced in his voice. you gulp, “quantum tunnelling,” you pause when you feel his fingers move downwards to rub tight, mind numbing circles on your clit. “it u-uhm..it allows particles-ngh! caleb stop!”you whimper half way. he only huffs out a laugh, a wolfish grin curling at the ends of his lips, prompts you to continue despite the nimble movement of his fingers rubbing you oh so nicely.

“it allows—hah!—particles to pass through p-potential barriers higher than their total energy.” you cry out before falling limp on his chest.

“what about a real-world example of this, hm?” he asks now fully immersed in his train of thoughts, thinking of all the possible answers. you on the other hand? trying not to cry out at every question that practically forced you to used your dumbed out brain of yours.

“a-alpha decay!—mmh—in nuclear physics?”you pant out. this time your hands clench, tightening that your knuckles turn white. in all honestly, you bullshitted that.

“correct,” he hums. “such a smart girl f’me. last one kay? you’ve been so so good.” he praises you. it makes the arousal in your tummy grow even stronger, the flickering flame of heat already severely agitated from his pulsing cock inside you - it’s maddening.

“what is quantum enlargement?” he encourages again, his large muscular arms wrapping around you tightly, leaning down to press a slow, calculated peck on the temple of your head. “you can do it,” he murmurs softly.

you’re brain stutters again. failing to function properly as you would if he wasn’t teasing you this much otherwise. “a-a phenomenon…w-where two particles become—sniff!—linked so that the state of one instantly influences the state of the other, no matter h-how far apart—ngh!- they are?” you finish off your statement, not fully sure.

instantly, caleb lifts you off him before shoving you down onto the table infront, making you scramble to reach to hold onto anything. before you can prepare, you go cross-eyed when he pulls out to the hilt before slamming deep inside you, groaning as he finally can thrust inside of you. “ngh! what a good girl you are, baby. so good for me, hm? answering everything correctly”

“nggh-! caleb—my-ngah!—my tummy! my tummy! ish too fuullll!” you sob, your fingernails digging into the wooden desk. you feel his hands grab at your waist, to pull your hips flush against his to meet every harsh thrust - the feeling of him rearranging you from the inside. the squelching of the leaking arousal pouring out as you . suddenly he shoves himself to the hilt, burying himself in you before grinding down hard.

he reaches a hand to your face to pull your hair back, forcing you to look into the big mirror attached to one of caleb’s wall. what a lewd sight infront of you - tears running down your face, as you watch your stupidly hot boyfriend lean closer to your shaking body, his glasses all fogged up as he snickers cruel words into your ears. “such a slut for your nerdy boyfriend right? i know, i know baby. it just feels so so good to be fucked until you can’t think as a reward right?” you let out a wail, legs buckling against the table. “yeah, baby? yeah? it must be feel so good for you. it’s okay iii got’cha. let go now, just break f’me,” he reassures you.

he releases your hair and moves down to pull your frame against him, your legs fully giving out and caleb simply just holds your full bodyweight without problem the flexion of his bicep visible under the lighting as your eyes glance back to the mirror to admire your pretty boyfriend. such a meanie :(

he reaches his other hand to intertwine yours with his as he nears his orgasm. the loud pap! pap! pap! of his hips hitting yours growing louder as he thrusts harder and faster into your greedy cunt, your walls that are sucking him so so deep. “nghh—cum with me baby, please, please i need you to cum with me. aagh! feel your walls tremble against my cock,” he groans.

at his words, your vision instantly whitens as your jaw drops in a silent scream. your orgasm hitting you with immense pleasure and you feel him cumming inside you too; the large spurts of cum telling you all you needed to know -how incredibly turned on he was. you grip his hand tighter as you tremble from the violent pleasure you’ve succumbed to.

suddenly it becomes overstimulating. you let out a whimper of your own when you realise despite cumming already, he keeps going! despite the also overw sensitivity hitting him, he decides that he wasn’t going to stop until he pulls another out of you. “one more baby. one more f’me—hagh!-“ his voice cracks, the sweet, sweet whimpers falling from him. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before sighing as his hips kept thrusting and thrusting.

your freehand reaches back in attempt to push him away, pressing at his flexed abs as he uses all his strength to fuck his cum back into you. “eek! c-caleb! your cuum!” you cry out. “stop! caleb please! i-it’s sloshing inside me,” you wail weakly, slightly panicked from how loud the lewd noise was, yet deep inside you, it turned you on. incredibly. “shh shh-nnh—i’m not stopping yet pip. that’s the point.“ he laughs. “my name isn’t the safeword, you know what to say if you truly want me to stop,” he mocks. he was utterly pussydrunk - drunk on you. the sound of your moans, the sound of your cunt, everything.

soon your walls convulse all over him again, pulling him in deeper and caleb feels as if he’s in heaven. his thrusts begin to stutter, his moans growing louder alongside with yours. then he releases his final orgasm, stuffing you fuller than before that his cum drips out and onto the floor with each brutal thrust. in your ear you hear his babbles of ‘i love yous’ falling from his lips non-stop.

the both of you were utterly fucked dumb because of caleb.

he pulls out slowly, making you whimper from the loss and he falls back into the chair. he heaves and pants, pulling you against him, before coaxing sweet nothings as you to curl up in his lap so he could hold you.

once you both come down, he grins mischievously, “soo, i better see that 4.0 GPA, pip. that’s the least you can do after how much i’ve practiced with you,” he pouts with faux sympathy.

if only you could answer him, you were too fucked out to even respond snarkily.

what an infuriatingly hot, stupid and above all MEAN boyfriend you had. yet you loved him so so much; with your whole being.

[dhorrl]

COLLARS ‘N LEASH

STARRING: caleb x reader

synopsis: you're injured and supposed to be resting but you just can't stop going out. so caleb finds a way to convince you to stay inside to let your injuries heal (it gets freaky).

warnings: porn with plot, use of collars, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy slapping, obscene use of hands, cum eating, sloppy wet marathon sex, multiple creampies, manhandling, squirting, spitting, pussydrunk!caleb, cockdrunk!reader, you two are just nasty freaks.

wc: 3,4k

a/n: i'm literally about to cumbust. caleb's got me feral these days. and he will never be beating the panty sniffer allegations!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT!

You believed it was a joke. Or some one of the many weirdly ominous things Caleb had a habit of saying to get a kick out of you. It must have been.

“What?” You blink, staring at his hands. 

“Remember what I told you?” He asked, free hand slowly reaching up your thigh. “About that stray cat.”

You were fresh out the shower, skin still steaming from the heat of the water pelting your back. You have nothing on but a gown, and not one of the fluffy ones either. His eyes had been on you since you left the shower and he hasn’t bothered hiding his blushing.

“The one you put a collar on?” Your brows raise at the memory. He really was worried about that poor kitty. It was all injured and kept trying to run, so Caleb eventually put a collar with a bell on the cat so he’d know if it tried to go and be adventurous again.

Then it clicked. You had a minor injury on your leg from your last mission. A solo mission that was supposed to be an investigation had ended with you fighting at least six Wanderers throughout the night. Caleb made sure your superiors put you on break for at least two weeks (with Zayne’s medical support) to give you time to rest. 

But being the stubborn person you are, you always found a way to leave your apartment to Caleb’s agitation. It got so bad that even he had to take leave from the Fleet to keep an eye on you— as if his usual methods didn’t already work.

It all makes sense. The fact that he’s in Linkon, the fact that you’ve been put on sick leave for two weeks, and the fact that he’s been watching you like a hawk especially since you try to go out. 

The damn collars in his hands are to make you the cat in this situation. 

“Are you serious?” You blink, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core. You couldn’t lie, it was hot. 

One of the collars, you presume is yours, has a pretty red bow tied around its bell. The other has a leather leash attached to it. Almost like a leash for a dog.

“I don’t want you running off when you’re still recoverin’.” Caleb’s hand disappear into your silk robe, inching higher and higher up your thighs, just so damn close to your pussy. “And I don’t want you to get worried. So I shouldn’t leave you.”

His lips inch closer to your neck, hot breath ghost over your damn skin. This fucker—

“How about I test a little theory of mine?” The metallic jingles of the collars ring in your ears. His sunset eyes raise to your gaze with that stupidly handsome puppy look he gives you when he gets needy and desperate. “Can I put this collar on you?”

“You’re such a freak.” You hiss, watching his eyes flutter in plain as the fucking sky obviousness. You learned he had a thing for you being a little bit mean. Just a little. And he does everything he can to get on your nerves.

“So are you.” His hand finally reaches your soaking pussy and circles your entrance with a single finger. You deeply inhale feeling your walls clench on air. “Look at you, so wet. I think you want me to collar you up. So I always know where you are.”

Bold of him to talk. You can literally see the growing tent in his pants. He likes it just as much as you do. 

His finger slowly dips into your pussy, pumping in and out with deliberate precision. He knows exactly what to do to set you off, turn you on, make you beg. And he is making things extra slow to get to you.

“Caleb.” You attempt to warn but he curls his finger right into that spongy pleasure spot that he knows drives you insane.

“Why would you wanna go out and about when you’re injured, pips?” He asks with concern in his eyes as if he isn’t torturing you with his finger. It’d be better if he put in another or two. Wet squelches travel right up to your ears to add to the injury. What a tease.

Your eyes gloss over with intense need. What a fucking— 

“It’s almost like you want me to keep you close,” Another finger finally slips in, stretching you out deliciously. A heavenly moan escapes your lips, not that you were trying to hide it to begin with. “Keep a close eye on you and remind you that you’re better off restin’ here at home.”

His words quickly become white noise just from how his fingers turn you into horny mush. If there’s one thing your boyfriend has mastered, it’s driving you insane with his fingers alone. Now imagine what his cock does.

“Fuck.” You sigh, feeling your back arch to feel his fingers deeper inside you. And like the good boyfriend he is, he gives you exactly what you need— pushing his fingers deeper and deeper until his knuckles nudge your entrance. “And– oh, Caleb- what- what about you?”

“Hm?” His tongue darts out his mouth, deeply concentrated on how your pussy clenches around his fingers as fast as your pulse. The tent on his sweatpants start to darken from his leaking precum.

“There’s two… collars.” You say slowly or else his ministrations would bring you to a stutter. “If the bell one’s for me, what about the one with the leash?”

Caleb’s lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyes following your gaze to the collars in his hand. “That one’s for me. You want me to stay close to take care of you, right? What better way to do that than to make sure I never leave your side?”

Your hand slowly travels down to grip his hardened cock, gently stroking it through the soaked fabric. Your finger danced around his tip just the way he liked it— slow and light, just to rile him up even more. You watch his eyes squeeze shut in a sore attempt to hold back his own lewd noises. 

“So if I wear the collar you will too?” Your hand expertly works his cock, squeezing his clothed shaft as you stroked him. Unable to verbally respond, Caleb slowly nods while huffing out soft groans.

That’s how you end up on your back in the bed, legs spread with your boyfriend ruthlessly eating your pussy.

Your room is silent apart from the obnoxiously slick noise of your wet, cum soaked skin being slurped and devoured. Caleb made you cum three times already and it looked like he wasn’t stopping. 

“C-Caleb—” Your eyes roll back for the nth time as his lips close around your clit for his tongue to flick back and forth in that delicious pattern. He expertly works your clit, slowly and carefully spelling out his name into your arousal all while curling his fingers deep inside your soaking pussy.

“Caleb— god— please—“ Your pleas fall to deaf ears, mostly because he’s trapped his head between your trembling thighs to suffocate in your grip. You can tell he’s getting off on it based on how he fucks your slick back into with his fingers, how he moans loudly with every slurp, kiss and bite on your skin. 

He is so gone and he fucking loves it. 

Your collar jingles every time you squirm and twitch, and sings a melody whenever your back arches for him. It’s like a little instrument that accompanies the symphony of moans and whimpers that leave your pretty lips.

He’s so animalistic with it, slobbering and drooling all over you while he slurps you up like one of his protein shakes. The bed’s shaking from how he’s grinding on the mattress to get a kick from all that self induced edging— his main priority, however, is you and that cute pussy that has him on a leash (literally and figuratively).

“Keep drippin’, pips.” He groans into your pussy, pressing hot smooches on your lower lips. “Keep cummin’ on my face. Tug on my damn leash. Fuckin’ love tasting you.”

Your clothes had been long abandoned after the first orgasm he ate you through. You made such a mess that your panties (which he will keep for later) were thrown across your room along with the rest of his clothes.

The way his tongue just effortlessly slides right past your entrance and caresses your walls brings a hoarse cry right out of your kiss-swollen lips. And of course your boyfriend dutifully responds with the sluttiest whine you’ve heard. You tug harder at his leash, overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation from his nose bumping your clit.

It all rushes straight down to his cock, jutting against he mattress. He shakes his head to spread your juices all over his face, wanting to be covered and blessed by your essence. Wanting to lick it right off his face once he was done. To have your scent on his form without having to scramble for it by rubbing your used panties on his face.

Eating your pussy alone was more than enough to make him cum untouched. What makes it even better is your relentless tugging of his leash, continuously pulling his face closer to your weeping cunt. If your moans weren’t enough then your trembling thighs were more than sufficient to keep him going. And he’d be damned to waste the meal you’re serving him on a diamond platter. 

“Caleb!” Your cry summons another harsh, intense climax bringing your legs to a violent shake. His grip on your thighs tighten and the slurps and muffled groans get so much louder that you can’t even hear your own moans.

He tilts his head back, finally releasing your legs from his iron grip. Eyes closed, Caleb chuckles as he gulps as much air as his lungs can allow.

“Should’ve had you sit on my face.” He rasps and wipes your juices off of his chin. Almost intuitively, you open your lips awaiting a taste of your juices.

“Fucking freak.” You whimper as he stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to wipe him clean. Your tongue laps up your yummy essence, ensuring all that remains on his hand is just your saliva.

“Your fucking freak, baby.” He slowly move in and out of your mouth until the tips of his fingers tap the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Your freak that loves eating you good, loves making you feel good, loves making you cum.”

His free hand cups your pussy, feeling your wetness soak his hand like a waterfall. “Look at you. Making such a mess.” He raises his hand and lands a soft smack on your pussy making you jump from the overstimulation. Your bell jingles from the impact. He finally retracts his fingers to lick your spit off his hand, relishing in your taste with a low moan.

“Speak… for yourself.” You huff, eyes darting down to his reddened twitching length. Globs of precum dripped down his thick shaft surrounded with throbbing veins— three to be specific. “Got you all hard from eating me like a good boy.”

Caleb’s eyes flutter shut from the dirty comment. His cock jumped, dripping precum right onto your hot skin. “It’s like you want me to stuff you to remind you what gets your eyes rolling back.”

“All bark, no bite.” You grin, watching his eyes rapidly dilate. “You gonna bark again, baby?”

“Woof.” Damn, that’s fucking hot. You say nothing apart from spreading your legs wider for him. An invitation for him to act on his word. “Humble me then, Colonel. Or maybe I’ll be doing that—“

Your words get swallowed by his lips and tongue engulfing you in a lascivious kiss. Rough and demanding, breaths heavy and endless, Caleb wastes no time aligning his dripping tip with your entrance. He circles around you, slowly stroking up and down, bumping his cockhead with your swollen bud. Your juices spill all over his shaft, making it so much smoother, wetter, lewder. Fuck.

“Stop teasing,” You tug his leash as you moan against his hungry lips. “Put it in, ‘leb.”

“Mm, command me.” He grins. “You want me to fuck you good, yeah? You want this cock all up in you? Want me to stuff you full?”

The stimulation is too good for you to respond, all that can be mustered is a nod. “Use your words, pips.”

Of course.

His finger taps the bell on your collar, ringing out a cute dingle! Teasingly tapping on it, his cock slides up and down your folds, tip occasionally teasing itself right into you before pulling out. You can tell it’s driving him insane too, from how his breath is laboured, how his eyes are slowly but surely rolling back, and most definitely those soft whimpers he’s struggling to hide.

“Please, baby,” You whine, grinding your hips hard against his cock and tugging harsh on his leash. You’re practically drunk on him without even having his girth inside you. “Put in in f’me. Want you to fuck me full. Be good ’n stuff me.”

“Heh,” Caleb huffs, almost choking from how hard you pulled him. He presses his cockhead into your pussy, groaning at how tight you squeeze around him, sucking him in like a vacuum. “Yes ma’am.”

And he slips in smooth like a hand into a glove. Maybe because you’re slick from all the times he made you cum with his mouth. You both tilt your heads back, close to cumming right on the spot. He pauses to catch his breath, the dog tag on his necklace and the leather strap of his leash dangling right over your face.

“Oh, she’s squeezin’ so hard.” He grins, practically drooling from how your pussy sucks him riiiight in.

He rocks in and out of you fast, absorbing the sound of your slick and cum squelching, drenching his cock in your essence. Each thrust takes him deeper and deeper into you until his tip pokes your sensitive gummy spot.

Your little bell jumps with your titties, jingling and ringing with each relentless pounding of his length in you while his heavy sacks smack your skin. It feels so gooood and so fucking lewd that your words are reduced to incoherent mumbles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Caleb chuckles, dragging his length in and out of your pussy with relentless speed. Even he can’t hold back his deliciously slutty moans from how good you squeeze and tighten around him. His eyes are locked on your collar, glossing over the jingling metal accompanying your moans.

“You like how I’m stuffing you?”

Your eyes cross right over, tongue tempted to loll right out. The overstimulation becomes too much even for you, forcing out so many fresh cruel orgasms from you that a ring of your cum paints the base of his cock.

“You— ah— must love how tight I clench on you,” You manage to bite back, deliberately clenching your walls to tease him. “While you fuck me deep ’n rough.”

“Fuck—“ The bed is practically screaming from the pressure of you being hammered clean. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then do it, baby.” You must have trained him subconsciously. His cock spills heavy, hot globs of his cum right into your soaked pussy, stuffing you right up real good. His whines travel right down to your core, turning you on even more than you could possibly imagine. Something about him being so relentlessly horny for you drives you insane.

“You’re evil, baby.” Caleb groans, pressing hot kisses all over your skin, from your neck right to your jaw all while still thrusting his cum into you. You can just feel some of it escaping your plugged pussy, leaking onto the bed with the rest of your lewd juices. “Making’ me cum like this. Driving me crazy with that pussy of yours.”

Plap! Plap! Plap! sounds around the room alongside your joint cries, sweat-slick skin smacking, and your bell jingling like crazy. Your grip on his leash tightens, tugging him down right to your lips.

The kiss is so deliciously sloppy and wet with your tongues overlapping and teeth clashing. Your core tightens and burns with that familiar heat, screaming for release. “Caleb— ‘m gonna cum again.”

“Good.” He pulls right out of you, leaving your poor pussy clenching on air and practically pulsing his name in morse code. “Cum f’me like a good girl.”

He raises your legs from the bed, hooking them on his shoulders and pounding his cock right back into you. In a much deeper angle hitting your sensitive core all while pinching and rubbing your clit with a calloused finger.

You choke out a cry, vision going completely white as the overstimulation burns through your skin right up your spine. The tightness in your core completely snaps, releasing juices all over you, all over him, all over the damn bed until everything in the eye can see is soaked.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby.” He grins, watching your juices drip down his abs flexing with every thrust. He leans down, pushing you into the meanest mating press to date. His cock practically bullies your cervix with his inhumanely mean thrusts, spurting globs of cum from his last orgasm right into you. 

“Squirt on me.” Your toes curl as your eyes roll back into your head. “Make a mess all over me.” He’s babbling at this rate, praising everything you do while he rails you to the stars. “Pussy’s so good f’me. You’re so good f’me. Wanna stuff you to the brim. Wanna make you feel so good ’n comfy that you won’t need to lift a finger.”

You can only whimper in response to his praises. Your nails claw at his back while fruitlessly tugging at his leash. But a flimsy thing like that won’t hold either of you. If anything, it drives you even crazier for each other.

You could go on for hours, days, till the fucking room smells like you. Till the windows and mirrors fog. Till you milk him dry to the fuckin’ bone. Till you’re both so cockdrunk and pussydrunk that your names are the only things you can utter.

Not even a few seconds after Caleb loudly whines as another huge stuffing of hot cum fills you up good. His eyes cross as his tongue sticks right out, dripping saliva right into your mouth. Feeling so nasty yet so damn good, you take it all in, relishing in his taste.

“Fuck, wanna taste you—“ Using the remnants of his strength that didn’t go with his cum right into you, Caleb lifts you up into his arms with his cock still lodged inside. You swear it must have swollen up inside you. 

He drives his hips up into you, pushing his cock nice and hard and deep. “Spit into my mouth, baby.” He sticks his tongue out, almost wagging it for you like the tease he is. “Drip into my mouth.”

And who are you to refuse him of his desires? Not to mention, you’ve always had the desire to do it too. The only concern is how he expects you to do it while he fucks you both beyond the point of overstimulation.

But Caleb being Caleb always finds a way. He nips your squished titties, dragging a loud sultry moan out of your lips, bringing drool right out of your tongue and right into his waiting mouth. And that alone just makes him cum again, strongly spurting his cum right into you as if he hasn’t done it twice already. 

You’re fucked through and through, almost limp in his embrace and yet still hungry for more. As his cock pumps his seed deep into you, he kisses you with praises of reverence and love.

“So good.” He babbles, tonguing the bell on your collar, whimpering with the soft jingles. “So fuckin’ good. ‘M not gonna stop. ‘M gonna fuck you good all night. Stuff you full of my cum. You want that, baby?”

You quickly nod, mumbling your yeses with hiccups and moans. There was no way you were going to stop at the rate you were going. Perhaps when the sun rises. Or when your injuries heal. You’re not complaining though. It’s not every day you get to have your boyfriend like this, and you plan to make the most of it.

caleb's making me too feral for my own good.