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who here stans for jotaro

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hi guys just woke up from my 2 month nap... yall still fuck w me?

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secret sadist sung jinwoo, who can flip his aura from unimposing to intimidating in a split second. one minute he's a regular guy in a tracksuit. the next, he's a terrifying monster hellbent on wrecking you. he'll dom you in a worn out hoodie and athletic shoes, keeping a calm and cool demeanor while he coaxes little cries and whimpers out of you. a wicked grin spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.

you'd never expect someone like him to get so much joy from inflicting pain and torment on others. the harder he hits you, the harder he gets, and when he shoves himself inside you, you realize it was worth suffering through the torment.

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Xavier girlies always seem so soft, until you find out how much they wanted to Outdom Xavier.

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Zayne and Caleb having the most normal schedules out of everybody else ...I can't- ...xavier please wake up pookie and why is sylus eating for three hours I'm cryinnn

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for the caleb girlies 🍎

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i’m obsessed with caleb’s trailer guys omg, you can’t tell me he isn’t a perv and a teaser. nsfw content ahead. mdni.

caleb who gets hard from any compliment you give him.

caleb who is the og panty sniffer and steals and take them to his home at skyhaven every time you come over.

caleb who has a routine where he jerks off to your panties, photos, nudes whatever because he just misses you so damn much.

caleb who has rough hands from working as a pilot and makes you feel every scar of his when fingering you with his big ass hands.

man goes weeks without seeing you, give him a break.

i’ll se myself out bye.👋🏻

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Pardon the SOBBING.

Someone on love and deepspace twitter mentioned that "Caleb is for the only child daughters," but they also included eldest daughters.

Caleb is for the ones that grew up with no one to rely on, who grew up and matured too fast, and ALONE.

As a guy who had lots of half-siblings (one of my parents decided to have too many kids *bombastic side eye*) and never grew up with any of them, BUT I was considered the most mature out of my cousins and subsequently had to take care of them when my older teenage cousins and the adults decided to fuck around and abandon us, that hit hard. Like

"Wdym, Caleb is openly giving me someone to rely on? Who's practically BEGGING me to call him when I need something or someone?¿?¿¿ When it's my turn to ask for help after years of "I dunno, you figure it out." Now, it's my turn to be sheltered and taken care of by someone who has been in love and obsessed with me since we were kids?¿¿?" Bc, I Am Tired. Like, "Sorry, mom and dad I'm not the perfect Asian child that wanted to become a doctor."

This bitch even notices when we have a little booboo on our finger. From a photograph.

I know I'm laughing and joking around with Caleb's whole lowkey yandere🤪theme, but I wish someone irl were this forward and caring for me.

And one more thing, someone responded to me that they like to immerse themself into MC and that they feel like they can "be themselves" with Caleb (bc MC very much has her own personality and she acts slightly different with each LI), compared to with the other LI's where they felt like they need to be more badass, more clever, more snarky. And I felt that. I like Rafayel, but I'm genuinely not an optimistic person who can keep up with him. I like Sylus, but sometimes I don't want to "handle it" and be MORE than who I am now. I like Zayne and Xavier, but I wholly understand that I am a toxic person and they don't deserve to take the brunt of my mental health.

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in his hands.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, hand kink, cnc-ish, fingering, G-spot stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, verbal teasing, praise, use of term "babygirl", aftercare, some mild possessiveness, caleb is a meaniehead

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Caleb sits across the table from you, completely oblivious to your stolen glances as he twirls the pen between his fingers. He follows a strange pattern where he spins it once, twice, then lays the tip back onto the blank sheet of paper in front of him. His fingers tap, tap, tap on the edge, clicking the pen open and closed. The black beads on his bracelet clink against each other with every movement, the perfect accessory to the thick ring on his index finger. You find yourself unable to look away, despite knowing what would happen if you were noticed.

You’ve always liked his hands. To you they were perfect, lovely to look at and even better to hold. The length of his fingers. The large size of his palm. The chapped skin on his knuckles. The warmth you felt whenever thw two of you held hands. They were a comforting familiarity, one part of him that remained unchanged yet had grown with him as he matured.

You understood why he still called you pipsqueak. With palms pressed against one another, yours still looked tiny compared to his.

While you're busy daydreaming, he plays with his pen a few more times, seemingly lost in thought, before he suddenly looks up and meets your eyes. When he notices you staring back, a little smirk creeps up his face, one you know will be followed by playful teasing. You quickly turn your head away.

You’ve been caught. And when you glance back at him and see the cocky look in his eye, you know that he’s not going to let it go until he’s teased you to hell and back.

“What’s up, pipsqueak?” he teases. “See somethin’ you like?”

You shake your head and bury your face back into your work, trying to ignore his quiet chuckles. 

“Don’t get all shy now,” he cocks his head to one side to better see your face, seeking out the flustered expression you’re trying so desperately to hide. “Fess up. Why were you starin’ at me?”

You stay silent, mumbling some half-assed excuse about not being able to focus. He laughs at your poor attempt to change the subject. A sudden warmth covers your hand, followed by soft strokes from calloused fingertips. When you turn your face away to hide the heat rising in your cheeks, he takes your hand and holds it gently.

“Come on, now. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

He rubs his thumb across your knuckles, slipping it in the spaces between each finger. You eventually succumb to his gentle touch, intertwining your fingers in his. You toy with the ring on his index finger, poke at the black beads on his bracelet, trace the patches of flushed red on his knuckles that contrasts the paleness of his skin. You stroke each one with your thumb and index finger, feeling the dry, cracked skin beneath your hands.

A good deal of time passes before you finally snap out of it. When you meet Caleb’s gaze once again, you find him grinning victoriously, as if he’s just won some unspoken contest you never agreed to enter.

“You…!” is all you manage to stutter out.

“Me?” he smiles innocently. “What did I do?”

“...”

He lifts your hand to his lips and gives it a small peck in an attempt to softly coax you out of your shell. It makes you melt from the inside out, but still, you refuse to admit defeat. He watches you carefully for a few more seconds, giving you one last chance to come clean. When you don’t, he gets up from his seat across the table and circles around to your side. Before you can get a word of protest out, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you straight to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the soft comforter, trapping you in place with both hands at either side of your body. You try struggling, but he simply pins you down by straddling your waist, making it so that all you can do is wriggle slightly beneath him. He leers down at you with a wild, uncouth grin, like a wild beast about to consume its prey. 

The sweet, honey-eyed Caleb is gone. You realize a little too late that you are totally, completely, undeniably fucked.

“I won’t let you run away, from this” he growls, with one hand on your thigh and the other gripping your arm, holding you firmly in place.

“Caleb…!”

“I saw you staring at my hands,” he gives your thigh a squeeze, smirking when he hears your muted squeal. “What do you want me to do with them? Hmm?”

You put up a half-assed fight, pretending to hate how he’s cornered you despite your growing wetness. He quickly picks up on this after slipping his hand under your panties. His fingertips brush against the entrance of your hole, circling it for a moment before sliding towards your swollen bud. He smiles when you let out a small moan.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

His voice is gentle and low, but his touch is firm. He rubs your clit in a slow, deliberate motion, with just enough pressure to build you up but not enough to push you over. You arch your back and press your mound further into his palm, begging him without words. 

“Say it,” he leans forward, mumbling in your ear. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You start to whine, unable to handle the way he’s teasing you. He’s being extra mean tonight, barely flicking your throbbing bud and ignoring the attempts you’re making to guide his fingers into your hole. You know he won’t comply until you give him what he wants. Which is the last thing you want to do.

“Mmm… Caleb…” you whimper cutely, hoping to appeal to his sense of mercy. He chuckles darkly, his once friendly eyes filled with sadistic glee.

“What are the magic words?”

“Nghhh… Caleb, please!”

“Please, what? I’m pleasing you right now, aren’t I?” 

He sticks one finger into your pussy, just for a moment. When he pulls it out, he slaps your mound hard just to throw you off. The tiny, surprised shriek you let out is met with a mean-spirited laugh. 

“Okay!!” You cry out, unable to hold back any longer. “Finger me, please!”

“Yeah? You want my hands inside you?”

“Yes! I want them inside me, please…”

A wicked grin stretches across his face as he savors his victory. Satisfied with your pathetic pleas, he finally yanks down your panties and gives you what you want.

First one finger pushes itself into your hole. He pumps it in and out, making sure to caress that sweet, sweet spot inside of your walls. You’re singing like a bird within seconds. Another finger is added, easing in gently so as not to hurt you. He finds his rhythm and uses your moans as his guide, focusing on your G-spot to build you up to the biggest orgasm possible. He presses his thumb against your clit, massaging it in tandem with his rapid fingering, and soon you’re squirting all over his hand. He pulls out momentarily to lick his fingers, savoring the taste of you on his skin. His amethyst eyes lock onto yours, feasting on the desperation permeating your gaze. Distracted, you cry out when he shoves his fingers back inside.

This time, he’s a bit more forceful. That first little orgasm was just a warm up. When he gets like this, one is never enough, and he won’t stop until he’s brought you to tears. With his swift fingers curled inside you, he pumps in and out at such a fast pace that you begin to see stars. That one little spot inside of you becomes his target, a button he presses over and over again until you reach climax once again. The second time is much more intense than the first; you can feel the soaking wet bed sheets underneath you, along with the slick fluid covering his fingers. 

Still not enough. He wants more.

He fingerfucks you again and again, forcing out countless orgasms that shoot through your body like hot lightning bolts. Your voice starts to feel hoarse from the screaming and shrieking, sounds that only seem to spur him on. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, having given up on keeping track long after the third or fourth. And Caleb shows no signs of stopping. 

He whispers his affection into your ear while he plays with your pussy, telling you how beautiful you look as he makes a mess of you and how lovely your voice sounds when you make those cute noises for him. He fills your head with sweet praise, his words worshipping your form and beauty, weakening you with every syllable.

“That’s it,” he coos while coaxing the last orgasm from you. “That look on your face… that’s mine. Only make that face for me.”

You mumble something in agreement, barely able to form coherent words as you cum one more time. Inexplicable pleasure ripples through your body, setting ablaze every last nerve ending from head to toe. You go limp, covered in sweat and completely worn out from his torment. Caleb pulls out his fingers, licks your fluids off his skin one last time before he switches gears. He grabs a towel from the dresser and gently pats your face dry, pushing some of your tangled hair away from your face. That crazed look in his eyes is now gone, and once again he admires you with utmost affection. He asks if you need water, if you want a warm blanket, if you wanted to be held or left alone. You say yes to the first two, and cling to him when he asks the third. 

After you finish drinking a full glass of water, he wraps you up in the warmest blanket on the bed and cuddles up next to you, playing with your hair in a soothing, gentle manner.

“Soooo,” the teasing tone returns to his voice. “When were you gonna tell me you had a thing for my hands?"

You pout at him, feigning annoyance, but he just laughs and hugs you tighter. 

“I’m definitely going to use this against you, by the way.”

You don’t have the energy to argue back. Exhausted, your heavy eyelids shutter closed, and soon you drift into a peaceful slumber, which Caleb’s arms still wrapped snugly around you.

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꩜ trigger warnings | this is 18+ content. contains mentions and/or descriptions of man handling, choking, size difference if you really squint

caleb definitely gets off by using his strength on you. it really gives him a kick knowing he's stronger than you, faster than you, that he can manhandle you in whatever position he pleases with little to no strength even needed. whether it's letting you sit on his back while he does pushups or throwing you over one shoulder when you whine about not getting your way, caleb loves the idea of it. even more so when he's got one thick arm wrapped around your throat in a headlock while he pounds you from behind, the soft coo of his voice a stark contrast from the way his cock assaults your poor fluttering cunt, murmuring, "look at you take it like such a good girl, huh? you like it when I get a little rough with you, hm? yeah, you do. I can feel you clenching around me." you can hear the smirk in his voice. "nasty thing."

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i'm yours.

cw: nsfw!! female/afab reader, first time having sex (could be loss of virginity or just first time with each other), penetration (penis in vagina), oral sex/eating out, marking/biting/hickies, G-spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, body worship, sex drunk caleb

a/n: i wanted to write something soft and sweet for my first caleb smut. i tried to keep yandere elements, just toned down a bit. please enjoy!

The memory of your first time with him is as clear as freshwater.

The low, warm lighting of the bedroom. The softness of the bed sheets. The faint sound of r&b playing in the background. And the smell of Caleb permeating your senses. His scent was poignant and nostalgic, a mix between your childhood and the rugged man he’s grown into. It happened suddenly yet smoothly, as if he had been planning for this moment for a long time, as if he had been waiting patiently for his chance to strike. 

You had fallen asleep on the couch again. And Caleb, as always, had carried you to bed so he could tuck you in. He laid you down softly, pushed some of your hair out of your face, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with a warm smile and a friendly chuckle.

“Sorry, pipsqueak. Did I wake you up?”

He sat down on the bed beside you, quietly admiring the way you looked when half-asleep. You called out his name in a soft voice, barely audible yet not failing to reach his ears. 

“Yeah?” he responded, leaning over you with both hands at either side of your body, trapping you in place on the bed. His amethyst eyes locked onto yours, filling you with an indescribable emotion. When you glanced away, he took your chin in hand and turned your head back towards him.

“Look at me.”

Now, there was no escape. He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, trailing his fingers to the side of your face before cupping your cheek. Then slowly, slowly, he leaned forward for a kiss.

You met his lips willingly, leaving the door wide open to welcome him inside.

He lost his composure within seconds, his tender kiss turning into something ravenous and wild. His teeth bit your bottom lip, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, his breath mingled with yours and left you gasping for air. Big, strong hands gripped your hair, lightly tugging it from the roots for a second or two before pulling harder.

The monster he’d been holding back his whole life had been freed. And he was going to devour you whole.

One arm wrapped itself behind your back, pulling you in close. He climbed on top of you, straddling your waist so that escape was impossible. His other hand roamed your body, groping your breasts, stroking the sides of your waist, grabbing onto your hips and thighs. Your gasps and moans spurred him on, and soon his own voice joined yours. 

“You’re mine…” he mumbled in between hot, staggered breaths. “You’re finally mine…”

His lips grazed your skin, kissing a path from your jaw to your neck. You felt yourself shiver as Caleb’s lips smiled against your skin. A chuckle reached your ears, and the sensation of fingertips crawling up your waist caused electric shocks to ripple through your body. 

“You’ve always been super sensitive, haven’t you?” he mused aloud, making sure to kiss and lick every part of you that he could reach. It’s like he had mapped out your entire body, studied every part of you that made you react the most to his touch. His kisses turned into soft love bites and left lip-shaped marks on your skin. He moved from one side to another, until it felt like your entire neck was covered with his remnants. 

There would be no hiding this come tomorrow. Everyone would know who you belonged to.

One large hand spanked your pussy, forcing a small shriek from your lips. He chuckled and did it again, rubbing his hand against your swollen bud that throbbed from every touch. His thumb circled your clit for a few moments, but only for a few. Unable to hold himself back, he ripped your pajama shorts down your legs to grant himself further access. Next, your pajama top was ripped off, leaving you completely nude. He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in the sight of your naked body. Something he had dreamed of admiring with his own eyes since you both came of age. He seemed almost hypnotized, but soon enough his hunger returned in full force. 

He pulled his sleeveless shirt off over his head and tore off his pants and boxers with lightning speed. You looked down and saw his pulsing cock, mouth gaping as you took on his size and shape. He was big. And thick. Its girth was more than modest, and the reddish tip curved up slightly. He pushed it against your opening, but didn’t go inside. Instead, he pressed his lips against yours in another desperate kiss, hands trailing down your body one last time before resting on your thighs.

A small line of spit connected the two of you when he pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes locked onto one another, gazing into their depths for several long moments before he finally looked away. He shifted downwards, took your thighs in both hands to spread them apart so he could bury his face in between them. His mouth encompassed your lips and clit, sucking and licking them in worship of your pleasure. You grabbed fistfuls of his hair, mewling in a high pitched voice as he ate you out hungrily. He tasted every inch of you, licked between the folds, stuck his tongue into your hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around your bud, lingering there while you sang in octaves and reached your crescendo. When your back arched and your toes curled, he kissed up your stomach until he reached your face. You tasted yourself on his lips, pushing your own tongue into his mouth to lap up what he had eaten.

The bed sheets beneath you were soaking wet. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, along with his. He glided inside you smoothly, taking care not to hurt you despite his massive size. His cock filled you up completely, hitting your G-spot in just the right way to make you scream. That curved tip of his was a perfect fit. As if you were made to be together.

Once he eased his way into you, his strokes became swift and rapid. He lost all control, fucking you like an animal who had lost all inhibitions. First he stayed in missionary, to look at the contorting expressions on your face as he pushed himself deep inside you. Then, he lifted your legs in the air and rested them on his shoulders, still pounding into your tight little hole. He grunted with every pump, each one more euphoric than the last. His eyes glaze over with pleasure and affection, as if he was living out a lifelong daydream. Little droplets of sweat drip from his forehead onto your body, mixing with your own.

He took your ankles in both hands and held them out to either side, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. All the while his eyes focused on your face, drinking in the pleasure reflected in your eyes. You made sounds you didn’t think were possible, spluttered out remnants of sentences and words that never quite came to be. 

It was amazing. It was phenomenal. It was something you’d never forget for as long as you lived.

He fucked you for a long time, refusing to cum until he was satisfied. And back then, it felt like he never would be. He whispered your praises over soaked, sweat-stained sheets, affection falling from his lips like droplets of water.

“Mine… all mine…” he said while grasping your hips.

“I’ll never let you go…” he grunted before gripping the backs of your thighs.

“You’ll always belong to me…” he growled as he nibbled your ear.

You lost count of how many times you came, how much pleasure rippled through your body, how many moans had fallen from your lips. Your nails dug into his skin whenever they grasped part of him. There were marks on his forearms, his shoulders, his back. Marks that claimed him as yours, mirroring the ones he left behind on you.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly exploded inside of you. Warm cum filled you up, so much that it dripped out of your hole long after he pulled out. He stared at the thick white cream with a wicked smile, laying his last claim on you. His fingers gently caressed the teeth marks on your thighs, as well as the ones on your neck and collarbone. He leaned forward and kissed every single one until each mark on your skin had been soothed by his lips.

“Are you alright?” he asked while stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

You shook your head and threw your arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed your cheeks and forehead.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded, running his long fingers through your hair. “Say you’re mine. You already know I’m yours.”

You paused for a moment, gazing into the deep plum of his eyes that longed for your returned feelings. Then, after kissing him one last time, you said the words he wanted to hear the most.

“I’m yours.”

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i stg i'll write normal smut again soon i just need to get this out of my system akjshfdsjk

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interrogation.

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

cw: tickling, playful interrogation, verbal teasing, slight yandere/overprotective vibes because caleb is caleb

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heartbeat quickens as he stares down at you with a gentle, yet eerie smile. You shift in place, rustling the bed sheets beneath you as you try to break free of the hands pinning your wrists down. Despite your best efforts, there’s little you can do now to escape. Caleb has always been stronger than you, and now he’s got you trapped, he won’t let you go so easily.

“So, pipsqueak,” he leers down at you, smirking. “You gonna tell me where you were last night?”

You pout and shake your head, earning a small chuckle from your childhood friend.

“Not budgin’, eh? That’s alright. I have ways of making you talk.”

His playful tone makes it hard to take him seriously. But when his free hand drifts to your side, right above the curve of your waist, a strike of terror shoots through you as the implications of his words finally sink in.

No! Not again! Anything but that! 

“Begging already?” he scoffs, his amethyst eyes focused on yours. “But I haven’t even started my interrogation yet.”

Long fingers wrap themselves around your ribcage, tapping them gently and causing you to jump slightly. He’s barely touching you, but it’s the anticipation of what’s to come that makes you squirm. His cocky smirk grows as he watches the panic overtake you.

Isn’t this what always happened? Childhood memories flash through your mind, scenes that played out countless times when you were kids. 

“Heeeey, did you eat the rest of grandma’s cookies?!”

“Where’s my black hoodie? Did you take it again?”

“You better give back the missing parts of my model plane, or else!”

Caleb would pin you down, ask a seemingly innocent question about something silly, then tickle you until you came clean with the truth. Back then, it was one of your favorite games to play with him. Sometimes, you’d be extra troublesome on purpose just to get him to do this to you. Other times you did it just to get his attention. He always played along with it back then, so it was no surprise that he was playing along with it now.

“If I remember correctly… your ribs are pretty ticklish.”

Caleb’s voice brings you back to reality, along with light clawing of your ribs. You howl with laughter and try to twist away, but are unable to break free of his grasp. He alternates between poking, prodding, and pinching, all of which make you giggle wildly. His face lights up with amusement as he watches you struggle.

“Aha! I was right. You always went crazy when I did this to you. Now, what about your underarms? Are they still super ticklish, too?”

His hand suddenly climbs upwards, scribbling the sensitive area that is your armpit. He laughs when you let out a loud shriek and stays there for a few seconds longer than you can handle, enjoying the pitiful little sounds he’s eliciting from your lips.

“Oh, man, this must reeeeeally suck for you. You know, this will all end if you just tell me what I wanna know.”

You splutter out something provocative that’s somewhere between a “fuck you!” and a cackle, which only spurs him on more. His nails tickle a path from your bicep back down to your pit, then back up again until you feel like you’re losing your mind. All while his voice coos in your ear, whispering playful threats with a gentle breath that tickles you even more. You can barely get out a word now, you’re practically screaming.

He stops for a moment and lets you catch your breath. You’re totally worn out and weak from all the struggling, so trying to break free is useless. But your few seconds of mercy ends quickly as his interrogation continues.

“You ready to talk now, pipsqueak?” he grins. “Or am I gonna have to get a little meaner?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You feel his long fingers brush across your stomach, circling your belly button. Your giggles reignite, although they’re a bit more subdued since he’s taken a lighter approach. His nails trace your skin in random patterns, barely grazing you yet eliciting flurries of giggles with every touch. He hits a particularly sensitive patch of skin on your lower belly and lingers there for a bit, savoring the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip.

“If I knew any better, I’d say you were enjoying this,” he teases, slipping a finger into your navel. You arch your back and squeal, and he laughs at your expense. 

“Yeah, you definitely are. Looks like I gotta up the ante a little bit.”

His light caresses turn to purposeful strokes, quickening in pace as he tickles every part of you he can reach. The way he moves from one spot to another is so fast you can’t brace yourself and end up shrieking each time he switches things up. The worst comes when he squeezes your hips, with his thumb in your thigh crease and the rest of his fingers digging into your plump skin. The squeal that escapes is so loud that it’s downright embarrassing. 

“Aw, is this the spot? Riiiight… here?”

He tickles that damn spot over and over again, never slowing down, never granting mercy. Your begging is renewed, and you’re unable to hold out any longer. You finally relent and tell him that you’ll talk, that you’ll tell him anything, just please stop! You can’t take it anymore!

“Alright then,” he clamps his hand on the top of your thigh and gives it several firm squeezes. “Talk.”

You try your best to answer him through your frantic laughter, but you can’t get the words out with the way he’s kneading into you. 

“Hmm? What was that? Sorry, can’t hear you through all this noise.”

Asshole! You try to hurl insults at him, but your words turn into incoherent babbling. He torments you like this for a while longer, then finally lets up and gives you some respite. Breathlessly, you explain your whereabouts the night before in detail, knowing he’d probe you for them if you kept things too vague. You leave no room for further questions, desperate for release. When you’re finished, you lay there with bated breath praying that he’ll accept it. Then finally, after a few seconds of deliberation, he lets go of your wrists and gazes down at you with pure affection in his eyes.

“Really? That’s all? And here I thought you were out doing something you weren’t supposed to. Why didn’t you just tell me, pipsqueak?”

He smiles wide, cupping your cheek for a moment before tickling under your chin. You laugh and smack his hand away, and he responds by ruffling your already messy hair. 

“Still just as bratty as ever. Listen, if you want my attention that badly, just ask. I’m always happy to oblige.” 

He flicks your nose with his finger, then flashes a smile at you. A warm, familiar that you have always loved, and always will.

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must write caleb smut.....

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greedy.

summary: sylus is the tickle monster.

cw: nsfw!! tickling, cnc, verbal teasing, begging, struggling, etc.

a/n: mostly just a tickle kink fic with sexual arousal at end, so it's not explicit smut but tagging as nsfw anyway

“Sylus, please, no more!”

You beg for mercy through frantic laughter, spluttering out barely coherent pleas that never reach your boyfriend's ears. His large hands, clamped around your waist, lightly tickle both sides of your body while you thrash around like a fish out of water. 

“It’s too late for that, sweetie. I gave you fair warning, didn’t I?”

You try to talk back, but your words are drowned out by the panicked giggles he’s forcing out of you. He shoves his hands under your arms, clawing there gently until you feel like you’re losing your mind. And despite how much you’re struggling, you just can’t get away. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, his hands just follow the movements of your body, tickling every vulnerable spot his hands can reach. Your sides. Your stomach. Your hips. Even your neck isn't safe from his attacks.

You should have never let him catch you. Now, he won’t let you go until his greed has been filled.

This always happens when you act a little too bratty. He can handle a bit of sass, but even a patient man like him has his limits. This time, you can’t even remember what it is you said. Was it something about his sunglasses? The sauce that he bought for dinner? Or was this payback for your sneak attack this morning? Whatever it was, it’s not like he would let you go just because you apologized. When Sylus is in this kind of mood, he doesn’t let up until he’s tickled you out of your mind.

“Come on,” you gasp when he stops for a moment, taking advantage of the short break to try and appeal to his sense of mercy. “I’ll do… whatever you say…”

“Of course you’re going to do what I say, kitten. That’s what you should have been doing all along. This is what happens when you don’t obey.”

Before you can think of a response, you feel those long fingers of his curl around to the back of your ribs. You arch your back and let out something akin to a howl, then burst into laughter again. He climbs over you, pinning your legs and hips to the bed, spidering up and down your sides in a random and unpredictable fashion. Your flail your arms, grab his wrists to try and pull them off, but it’s like trying to lift ten tons of iron. He’s just too damn strong. 

He tires of your thrashing and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head so tightly you can’t move an inch. His hand sneaks under the hem of your shirt, which had risen up in your struggles, and teases the soft skin of your stomach. Small, slow circles around your navel. Light scribbles on your lower belly. Gentle paths from side to side, traced out by his fingertips. You fall into silent laughter, barely able to shriek or giggle. Your body quivers at every touch, betraying you with this soft weakness. 

You’re starting to lose energy. He seems to pick up on that and lightens up a bit, slowly stroking the dips of your waist. It still tickles like hell, but it’s not nearly as intense as before. You giggle softly and twist from side to side while he teases you once more.

“You’re much, much too ticklish to be this mischievous,” he croons with a confident smirk.

“Have mercy… please…!”

His hands slowly come to a stop, resting on your waist and giving you a moment of respite. They remain there as your chest rises and falls, your lungs desperate for air. He leans forward and plants his lips on yours, stealing some of that breath away and leaving you gasping for more. 

That was your Sylus. Always so greedy. 

“...Oh, sweetie. I wouldn’t be a formidable fighter if I showed any mercy to my opponent, now would I?” 

A sudden scream pierces the air. A sensation like an electric shock shoots through your body, causing you to jerk around wildly. All he’s doing is pinching your ribs. Gently, at that, and it’s having this much of an effect. Your laughter turns into maniacal cackling, the pinches turn into pokes and prods that you're helpless to stop.

The element of surprise was one of his most powerful weapons against you. That, and those skilled, dexterous hands of his. He had memorized every inch of your body, taking note of the touches you responded to and all the places on your body that garnered a reaction. He listened for your little gasps and subtle giggles. He paid attention to the shivers, the goosebumps, the slight quivering of your skin when he applied just the right pressure. And now he was using all of that information against you.

You babble incoherently for a while, resigning yourself to this torture, until finally he stops for good. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are halfway off, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat glistening on the surface of your skin. He grins down at you triumphantly, looking quite pleased with himself and the sight of you all worn out beneath him.

“You should never have let me discover this little weakness of yours, kitten,” he whispers, kissing a path from your shoulder to your neck.

One hand drifts between your thighs and rubs the swollen bud barely covered by your thin panties. When his fingers touch your wetness, he smiles and leans in for another kiss. You let out a tiny moan, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your legs wrap around his waist, forcing his stiffness to press against your mound. 

Now that he’s gotten you all riled up, it’s your turn to be greedy.

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I just finished Pump over on AO3 and was squealing at all the cutesy things you put throughout it. Not going to lie, I have a hard time writing for the Straw Hats (and smut, for that matter) though I've been trying, and everything you put in felt Very Them. Thank you for such a wonderful little series ❤️

OMG!!!!!!!! hi!!! waaaaahhhhhh im so glad someone liked the cutesy stuff!! i love each and every one of them so much and im a glutton for fluff so yyayyyyy!! also i always consider it a huge compliment when people tell me that my characterization is on point, so thank you!! i tried to make it as Them as possible!!

it IS hard to write for strawhats lol, for me mostly because they all have such distinct, big personalities. sometimes i have to sit there for a while and think "what would ____ say or do?"

and then when there's big scenes it's trying to balance everyone out through the chaos lol. but i had SO much fun writing it, kinda sad it's over but happy that people enjoyed!! thank you so much for reading & sharing such a nice message <3