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hat stays ON

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sylus is 100% a ‘let me ask my wife’ type of guy like yes about important things he should actually ask you about but also he doesn’t want to do something? ‘ah gonna have to ask my wife about that’ like 100% will lie and be like my wife’s not letting me go out when in actuality he didn’t even mention it and could have just said no he’s also a homebody also and has ‘his chair’ like that is his chair he sits in after dinner of course you can sit in his lap on it with him but it’s still his chair.

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CALEB + MC X ONLYFANS PT. 1

(1.2k)‧.ᵎᵎ 📷 ༘ ⋆｡ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader. jealous!caleb. sex work, dildos, and explicit sexual content. jerking off caleb will get pervier trust continuation of my other post ! i'd suggest reading that first c:

caleb, of course, says yes.

he could be six feet under the ground, and anything you ask of him, he’ll find a way to make it happen, let alone something like this. what is he meant to do…say no? is he supposed to let you go find someone else to help you? you had given him plenty of outs, saying it might be awkward (to which he vehemently assured you it would not be) or it might be too much or uncomfortable because you’re still a virgin (to which caleb had thought: what the fuck, oh my god).

absolutely not. the thought of someone else having you made his blood boil hot for a whole different reason. you came to him, and him alone, so after you lose a bit of steam, probably taking in caleb’s wide eyes and lack of response as horror or something equally wrong, he very quickly, very loudly, very nonchalantly, says, “of course, pips. anything you need help with, i’m your guy.”

“i’m glad you came to me. we’ll figure it out together.”

later that night, caleb sighs as he sits down at his computer. he stares at the black screen before booting it up, listening to it whirr in the early morning hours. you’re fast asleep in the other room, and his bedroom door is locked. lights off. he’s an expert in all things you, but it still takes him a minute to hunt you down online. scrubbing at his eyes as he reminds himself that this is strictly work. something like that. he wants to help in the best way possible, so he needs to know what they’re working with. caleb’s a hot blooded male, he’s seen a lot of porn in his life.

he crowds closer to the screen as he makes an account, eyes scanning over sex being sold by the dozen. for how often he catches your eye and thinks about fucking you, he’s going into this blind. he’s never crossed that line and has kept it very close to his chest. the front page and what he sees before him is all just bodies. it doesn't do it for him, never really has. it’s legs and cheek and ass but the moment he finds your account amongst lists of others, all beginners luck, caleb closes his eyes.

“appledumpling324.” he curses. “well, that’s fucking cute.”

how you got away with all of this under his nose is an entirely different conversation that needs to be had.

your page finally loads, and he immediately minimizes the the browser. he almost knocks over his pen holder, cursing as he lowers his screen. caleb sits back in his desk chair, closes his computer completely, and actually, doesn’t say a thing. he scrubs two firm hands over his eyes.

by god. 

he’s doing this to help. it means nothing more. it’s him or someone else. you don’t need him to shoot a load off the first time he sees the back of your thighs and what your ass looks like in whatever they’re calling underwear nowadays. a very modest black, they’re simple but hug your hips perfectly and that’s where caleb would grab first.

“fuck this.”

it shows you were online not four hours ago. caleb reads the amount of followers you have, quickly calculating, and his eye twitches. you’re popular. he’s going to have a fucking stroke. he’s a fucking idiot. what the fuck is going on and what is he doing?

it takes a strong man, of which caleb is, to look at what is before him objectively.

yes, he can see it’s all solo content. yes, he can see where others would really like something more. caleb also sees about nine million other guys very politely, he notes, begging for the chance to fuck you. showering you in vain compliments and he wants to laugh because what about your heart? and all that nonsense. these people don’t know you, they could never know you an ounce of the way caleb does, but jealousy is still simmering at he punches at his keyboard. scrolling. getting a beautiful view of your lace covered cunt one second and then you on your knees, camera pointed chin down as you deep throat a baby pink dildo, the next.

the first video he clicks on seems innocent enough, yet caleb’s made the rookie mistake of venturing onto a porn site without checking his volume first.

to his horror, your voice comes through first. the camera work a bit shaky, your face is never shown, he notes with something like approval and pride, but by the time he gets his headphones on and steadies his beating heart, he can only hear the sweetest whimpers. soft, pleasurable moans he’s be able to recognize anywhere. caleb might as well be drooling on his shirt, unable to believe what he’s seeing by the way of you spread out in your bed, the one he shares with you all of the time, face hidden but legs open and that underwear.

caleb’s folded that particular pair of underwear a thousand times and now he’s watching you slip them off as you position yourself over that same baby blue dildo of which he has never seen in this home. 

caleb’s favorite color is blue. his cock twitches in his sweatpants. he’s not an idiot, he’s just madly in love with you and has never found a convenient time to let you know.

a sharp intake of breath makes his eyes focus again, and he clicks out of the video right before your cunt swallows the fake cock whole.

caleb scrolls to the next video and then the next. they’re all amateur, very low quality in the sense that they’re personal. they’ve got an air of innocence to them that belies the you that caleb sees every day and he cannot even deny that while his hand is still outside of his sweats, he’s been palming his cock this entire time. 

in the end, caleb doesn’t even remember why he’s been scrolling through video after video. he’s lost the original plot, the reason he’s found himself in this situation in the first place, and he’s telling himself this is fine because he’s helping and hasn’t busted all over his fist yet. he’s resisted the urge to go wake you up and ask for answers, to figure out why he feels such a sense of…deceit. betrayal. he doesn’t know but caleb gives up. he finally slips a hand into his sweatpants and hisses as he pulls his cock free. gasping at his own touch, his fist is quick. fast. he’s not going to last because the same video has been playing on repeat for god knows how long.

you in the shower. the shower caleb had been in not hours ago. 

with caleb’s body wash in the background, the video is his favorite, he already knows. the way your hands run under the water, caleb knows he could make you feel so much better. he could just do so much, if only you’d let him and this must be cruel punishment. recompense for a past life.

he’s not sure, but caleb comes over his fist with jerky hips. “f–fucking…ah, hah. fuck. sweetheart.” his voice is strained, and he bites down on his sleeve too late, whimpering as his mind drifts to you asleep only a room away.

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◞♡ nsfw

thinking about the absolute train wreck that would be you walking up to caleb one day, looking him dead in the eyes, and telling him you need his help. he’d, of course, say yes immediately. that’s what he’s there for, right? to help? but then he asks with what, pip? and caleb’s knees buckle a bit. he feels light headed. he’s going to pass out. he can’t figure out which is worse: the fact that you have any onlyfans, have had an onlyfans for who knows how long, or the fact that you’re standing there asking for his help with content.

not meeting his eye as you explain you’ve exhausted your solo ideas, mumbling about scraping the bottom of the barrel. you’re tired of the weird requests and kinks. you’re tired of dressing up as a cat or bunny. your words carry an air of nonchalance that caleb is not sure he’s ever felt in his life. he’s about spews blood from his nose and ears.

you need something more, you explain. another person. something new. caleb’s eye is twitching, thinking of all the times you bought dinner and how that money was probably made from strangers on the internet looking at your pussy which he’s never even seen.

pt. 2 here

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CALEB + HOLE INSPECTION PT. 2

(2.4k) ₊˚⊹ 𐙚🧸‧₊˚ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, hole inspections, finger fucking, side eyeing yandere caleb again, pet names, not really within the same timeline as pt. 1 but maybe it is who knows. bl style squelching noises, possessive!caleb, squirting, overstim, virginity kink if you squint. spanking, caleb's mean but not really. so much dirty talk. ⋆˚ ⤿ [ you can find pt. 1 here and requests are open here.

caleb smells it as soon as you come home, and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. you would never, he knows that, but it’s late and you’re tipsy and he’s glad you went out and had fun, caleb is, but that doesn’t change the fact that you smell like another man.

dressed like that, you smell like sweat and the club and someone else.

you fall into his arms on the couch, and god, not only is it a gaudy smell, it’s bad. whoever this is from has bad fucking taste in cologne and that in itself is insulting. caleb swallows. he can hardly focus on your lips and the way they’re ravaging his neck. the way you're breathing his name. the way your hands find their way into his hair, under his shirt, and you're here and whispering against his skin that you missed him, and yet, he still can't think straight.

“pip.” caleb grits his teeth, trying to find patience, but he cannot. he fists your hair, drawing you away from his neck. “please tell me why you smell like another man.”

caleb feels even more jealous when he meets your eyes: he should have gone with you.

he had wanted to. caleb has a hard time letting you out of his sight for a even a second, let alone to go sway under dark lights and suck on something fruity while looking so beautiful, but he knows that’s impractical. that’s not how the world works, and that’s not how you treat something precious, unfortunately. caleb knows he cannot keep you caged, but this is a test of his patience, it has to be, and sadly, he is failing.

he shakes his head before you can even begin to explain. it had been a rhetorical question anyway, and he doesn't need an answer because it’s nothing. it means nothing. you're his. you're still his, but it never hurts to check.

it’s his job to take care of you, after all.

“turn over.” you lean in for another kiss, but he clears his throat. voice hard. "now, sweetheart."

caleb breathes a sigh of relief when you move to throw yourself over his lap, face down. pointedly ignoring your pout, he smoothes a hand down your back, feeling you breathe against his thighs. he toys with the hem of your dress as you mumble something about your friend hitting it off with some friend of hers, and caleb couldn't care less. he hates that friend. 

“and was your friend’s friend all over you as well? doesn't sound like a very good friend, baby. you reek. i hate it."  caleb's lip curls. "lift your hips." he flips your skirt, fingers pausing when he sees the pair of undies you had chosen to wear for the evening.“f–fuck…tell me you wore these for me. please."

"you spent all night letting men buy you drinks while you were wearing these?" he twists the fabric in his fist and yanks. you gasp as the fabric rides up between your cunt, legs kicking and squeezing together as he shushes you. “you must have worn these for me, right? you know they’re my favorite pair, baby.”

you let him know, of course, you wore them for him as caleb pockets the underwear, but not before turning them over in his hands. smelling how sweet you are. his mouth waters like a dog as a million scenarios where he wasn't the first to see the pink scrap of lace this evening run through his head.

you bending over in the club, someone getting a peek at your sweet pussy lips and the way they look barely covered in something so immodest. thinking they can saddle up to you and offer to buy you a drink…you in the bathroom with some fucker, letting his hands dip between your thighs, getting an up close look at the way your panties look when your cunts been drooling all over them. maybe trying to pocket them themselves, and if someone else ever did that…caleb would simply have to burn the world down.

you whimper at his harsh treatment, and he apologizes. he’s getting away from himself.

“i know, i know, honey. nothing happened, but i won't be able to sleep tonight if i don't make sure. just gotta make sure this pussy is still…oh. what’s this?” his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs to spread you open, and he can see how sticky you already are. have been. whichever it is, he takes a deep breath. “this better be for me, too, sweetheart. why’s she so wet?”

he hears your breath hitch. your hips lift to try and relieve some of the ache he can so clearly see, but caleb doesn’t touch you. not yet. he spits on your hole instead. “no one else has ever touched you here, right? still just me?” his fingers idly play with your cunt, readjusting to lay you open further. examining your sweet pussy with a trained eye. he thumbs your clit, groaning at the sight.

“so cute.” he traces a finger, gathering your arousal and bringing it to his mouth. he sucks his thumb clean and hums. "sweet, too. surely you understand why I'm doing this, right? i…i can't stand the thought of anyone else getting to see you like this." he bullies your hole with the tip of one finger. "but she seems just as tight as i left her."

you mewl, never able to stay still when he's got your spread open, inspecting this close and teasing you without promise of coming. your pleas to come and for him and to touch you please will start soon, but no. this is caleb making sure everything is exactly the way he left it. you don’t get to come yet.

thwack!

a warm, calloused hand comes down on your ass, rubbing the sting away as soon as the sound is gone. he hears you sniff and kisses the top of your head before roughly squeezing your thighs. you jump again, legs falling open even further. “s’cute. such a pretty hole.” caleb leans down and gives it a kiss. “the prettiest, actually. i’m sorry, baby. it’s the prettiest ever, you know that. i tell you all the time, don’t i? so pink and soft.”

he hooks a finger inside your hole, glancing even closer. you fidget to move away, but his voice turns cold. no longer doting. “let me see, sweetheart or we’re going to have issues.” his grip tightens. “if you don’t sit still your not leaving my lap until your ass is red and you have to call out of work tomorrow. you want that?” caleb watches your hole clench. he laughs lowly. “fuck, sweet girl. of course you do. that can be arranged, ya know? maybe after this i’ll take you back to our bed and fuck us both stupid. would you like that?”

he sinks two fingers into you, unable to wait. caleb watches as you take them beautifully, your pussy already a mess. it makes that possessive jealousy flare up inside him again. it makes the lewd sounds even louder. caleb's jaw jumps as you milk at his fingers.

“next time i’m filling you up before you go out. when you come back, i don’t want a drop missing, got it?" you whimper, teetering between embarrassed and too far gone to keep up. “i don’t care, sweetheart. whine all you want. this isn’t about making you come, you know you’ll get to. i just…fuck. i want to play with what’s mine first. you’ll get a turn.”

caleb pulls his fingers out, watching as your hole twitches. he moans, tasting you again. absolutely enraptured by the pink color of your skin, the way it’s flushed and parting.

"what’s that? no, no, i know you want me to fill you up, sweetheart. you keep saying you were good, but your pussy's awfully wet and she's acting greedy."

he lands a another swat to your ass, grinning as you jump.

"oh, i'm being mean? i'm not, honey. if you're gonna go out and come back smelling like some other man, i’m gonna bend your ass over my lap and make sure what's mine is still mine.”

“if you don't sit still, i told you, i don't mind turning your ass a pretty shade of red." caleb leans down to place another kiss over your cunt. he laughs, stealing just a taste as your legs kick restlessly. “but you pass, baby. seems you’re just as sweet as i left you earlier. such a good girl.”

without warning, his fingers start to move inside of you. slippery and messy as he pumps them as far into your cunt as he can, carving out that space that is his and feeling your legs begin to tremble. he pins you down over his lap, panting like a dog as he watches your holes flutter. you cry out his name so beautifully, but caleb’s too focused on making you come, convinced that is the only thing that will soothe what’s left of his raging emotions.

“almost there, baby. just a bit more.”

he needs it. caleb needs to feel you come on his fingers. just once before he lays you down and drives into you. he’ll fuck you again in bed later, all proper like and such, but right now relief is flooding his system and he needs you. needs you to say his name. needs you to know that only he can make you feel this way.

"you're bein' so good for me, sweetheart.” he grins listening to the way your cunt cries. he shushes you. “yes, you can take it. look, see? well, you can’t see, hah, but i promise baby. she’s being so good. so good.”

his thoughts are consumed by filling you up. marking you from the inside. falling asleep with your thighs tight around him, feeling his sticky release slowly leaking from your cunt. caleb’s listening to your pleas and then, a moment later, you’re coming. begging for him. grabbing onto him, needing a kiss and to come, and you truly are so greedy.

your cunt tightens around his fingers and caleb has to stop himself from coming in his pants the moment your cunt gushes. from his fingers alone. just him. coming apart in his lap and on his fingers and looking so beautiful doing it, he hardly knows what to do with himself. he could pass out from the sight alone, the hearts in his eyes much too heavy.

“fucking hell, sweetheart. i’m sorry, i should have never doubted…shh, there you go. fuck, come for me. you’re so good, my good girl. she’s so good, baby. so good f’me.”

still coming down from your high, caleb slides you off his lap and crowds over you from behind. drawing your hips up and yanking down his jeans. his cock is angry, red and weeping at the tip. the slide into your cunt is flawless. hot. burning him up from the inside, and he will be gentle later.

“fuck, there you go. how’s that feel? tell me, baby, or i’ll stop.” caleb could never stop, his hips stutter before picking up a brutal pace. “can’t talk? that’s okay, she’s plenty loud for both of you, isn’t she? can you hear that baby? you think you can come again, this time on my cock?” he pants, feeling his own orgasm creeping up his spine. he buries his face in your neck, inhaling. his words almost slurred as he lets himself take what he needs.

“you know what, baby? mm, you smell like me now. no one else, just me. just me, pip, right? fucking—tell. me.” he lifts, words punctuates as he grabs fistfuls of your ass. another smack, and “fuck, that’s the prettiest shade of red i’ve ever seen, baby. maybe i’ll pull out and come all over it.”

“no? oh, you want it inside? don’t whine, s–shh. you know i’ll give you anything you want, baby. fuck.”

caleb finds your face, giving in because he needs a kiss too. he needs to kiss you, and the way your cunt clenches around him when your tongues brush is well worth it. enough to drive caleb to the edge. teetering as he slams his hips into your ass, feeling it warm under his touch. he sounds just as pitiful as you.

when you come again, when caleb angles his hips exactly where he knows you like them and drives into you, your pussy leaks all over his cock. cunt unable to handle it, and caleb can’t stand it. he’s greedy too. his hips refusing to stop as you shake as ride out what he’s giving you. 

“tell me you’re mine. oh, f–fuck. please, sweetheart. m’gonna come, i’m–i’m gonna come, fuck.”

“just a little longer f’me, i’ve got you. take it. c’mon, oh fuck. baby, i–i fucking love you.”

he fills you up. all the way. not a drop left as he bullies into you, spilling as far inside as he can. your knees shake, and you land on the couch with a soft oof, caleb sweaty against your back. jeans soaked and cock softening. you whine, head lolling back in search of another kiss. caleb, of course, gives it to you. the hand on your chin is gentle and soft, the other reaching for the pair of undies he had stolen earlier. his heart hammering against his chest.

“love you,” he mumbles against your lips. out of breath, he hears you whine when his cock slips free. “shh, none of that. don’t act like you don’t get everything you want.” caleb pulls back, admiring his work of art before pressing the pink lace of your undies against the mess that is your hole. “you were begging for it earlier, better take care of what i gave you. i worked hard to fill this needy cunt, pip.” caleb smacks your ass one last time, biting his lip.

watching as he pushes the panties into your hole, all the different shades of pink and red before him. they really are his favorite pair, you’d had them forever. his come wets the fabric, and caleb groans.

“be good while i heat you up something to eat, then we can move to the bedroom, baby. but don’t think this is me giving these back.” he tugs on the bit of lace peeking out of your cunt. “you’re not getting these back.”

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ 138.204.158 190.226.146

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doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, hatefuck, side fuck, mating press, 69, upside down, in the air, pile driver, one leg up, two legs up, tied up, in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the wall, on the couch, in the car, on the moon, till the mattress is bent in half, till my throat needs stitches, till my hips are dislocated, till my spine breaks, till my jaw is locked, till my body is numb, till the wall paint is peeling off, till he’s shooting blanks, till the house falls apart and we both explode

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◞♡ nsfw

caleb’s definitely a just the tip type of guy you cannot tell me he wouldn’t beg for it like anywhere and everywhere all the damn time. does not matter where you are, what time it is, etc. sometimes he doesn’t even care to come...he’s not trying to fuck you and fill you up, he just wants inside of your cunt because it’s been a long day and surely you missed him too and he can’t help it, it’s his favorite place to be. so warm and you’re always so wet and sweet and he’s got such a silver tongue “just the tip, honey. i’m sorry, you just look so good. i can’t stand it...can’t wait ‘til we get back home" so of course you agree because you did miss him, but you also know his tricks by now and it’s hardly ever just the tip.

sure, it might start that way. maybe you’re pressed up against the bathroom wall, having both slipped out during an important work gala because “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you. i haven’t left your side all night, who do they think they are?” and you know you don’t have enough time to fuck so you agree because caleb looks so handsome, how could you deny him anything? he hurriedly hikes your dress up and you give him some credit when he lifts your hip, notching the tip of his cock against your hole, but then he presses in and in and in until the tip he’d promised is so deep inside of you, your legs are starting to shake.

“im sorry, fuck. i-i'm sorry, i can't help it. fuck, how are you so tight? always so tight. it’s not my fault, baby. if you didn’t want me this deep, why are you trying to fuck yourself back on my cock, huh?” and you are. you're squirming and trying to adjust to his size and now you wish he’d move instead of pinning you against the wall with his cock splitting you open.

or maybe you’re on the couch, worn out after a long day, and he’s promising just the tip. nothing more this time...he swears.

“you don’t have to do anything, baby. i know you’re tired, i’m sorry. i know, it’s been so long, though, honey. please, pips. all i could think about all day was coming home to you and you smell so nice and and and…” and maybe caleb really does mean it this time, but either way, he always takes care of you. he can have whatever he wants.

his cock is so heavy when the tip rests against your hole, both of you already weeping for it, and he groans, sliding in just enough. he starts to jerk his cock as you whine on the couch, moving your hips because now you want more and right now is the time caleb decides to stick to his word?

“stop moving, baby. fuck, look at that…look at you. you want it that bad? but i promised, didn’t i?” he moans, and you writhe, feeling the jerky movements of the tip of his cock, your cunt begging for something to fill it but he doesn’t. caleb doesn’t give in this time, having to shush you because this is unfair. how dare he suddenly deprive you, and when he comes, he comes with his cock pressed just enough inside of you for nothing to spill out. admiring his work, panting, “thank you, fuck. missed you so much, baby. gonna make you come now, kay? don’t think i forgot about you...just needed to come in this pretty hole. what? i just gave you...oh, you want it it all? my whole cock? you’re the one always saying ‘just the tip’ sweetheart, you’ve gotta be more clear, then.”

you have half a mind to argue with him, opening your mouth to explain clearly you guys both have a moderation issue, but he’s sliding into you a moment later, filling you up in one swift thrust. his last load slicks the way, and you whine. you whimper. it’s so much more than just the tip, his entire cock filling you up as caleb grins, knowing he won this game that’s not really even a game.

“there you go, yeah? maybe you'll remember this moment the next time you roll your eyes, telling me 'just the tip,' and acting like you don’t want it, pips.”

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LADS MEN + ANESTHESIA

(2k) 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ sfw [17+] includes: talk of surgery though non-descript, under the influence of anesthesia, pitiful men, pathetic attempts at ass grabbing, possibly ooc. go easy on me, i've never written zayne or xav. we're trying.

SYLUS unfortunately does not handle anesthesia well.

he doesn't handle hospitals well, preferring to take care of any issues he has himself. he hasn’t stepped foot in a hospital in years but cannot take care of this problem himself, and he's mad about it. pissed. he’s dismissive of everything said unless it’s coming from you and you have to remind him on more than one occasion to be nice and to stop acting so childish. no biting the nurse's heads off, the doctors are just doing their jobs, etc. he’s a nightmare patient who is only amicable when you’re by his side. sylus is all bark and no bite, too big for the damn hospital bed as they roll him into surgery.

despite that, everything is going relatively smoothly. you kiss him before he leaves, glaring at him as he says, “if i die in there, wait for me. promise i’ll be back.”

he comes out of it immediately and starts yelling for his wife. you two are not married, but good to know where things are going.

he's the one that freaks out and security almost escorts you from the building. you try to calm him down but he’s beside himself. sylus is too big to be manhandled back into the bed, seemingly forgetting he’s hooked up to all these wires, and he refuses to speak to anyone but his wife. gritting his teeth, “where is she? what did you do with her?” you (the she in question) are standing right there, but there’s been a shift change and new nurses and they don’t recognize you and he starts yelling the moment you touch him, trying to get him to lay back down:

"i am married do NOT touch me. do not...don't touch. my wife will kill you. she will! don't touch me, where are the doctors? get her out of here, my wife...oh she's going to be so mad. you touched me, she's going to be so mad. I'm going to be in so much trouble."

it takes you leaving the room, standing awkwardly in the hall as people glance at the commotion, and walking back in for sylus to suddenly recognize you. he looks absolutely pitiful, relieved beyond thought at the sight of his wife finally, and you know he’s never, ever going to live this down. 

CALEB is relentless.

even under the, quite frankly, insane amount of anesthesia he had to be given before surgery, he’s still trying to do for you. caleb tries to give you his blanket because he’s cold (you are not, but the gesture is sweet.) he offers you his sad hospital food, insisting you need to eat and must be starving “y–you…love jello, pips” (you love jello as much as the next person.)

he tries to give you his only pillow and asks for water from the nurse for you as well. he gets mad there’s nothing you want to watch on the tv: how dare the hospital not have your favorite show. he ignores the doctors and glares at them as he scoots over to make room for you to lie down next to him, scoffing at the suggestion that something as vital as you being as close to him might not be the best idea right now.

“it’s in your best interest to let her lay down,” caleb says, eyelids heavy. the doctors eyes widen and you wince. “i’m paying for this hospital stay, correct? that’s what i thought, so this bed is mine, therefore it’s hers and if you don’t want her laying in bed with me, maybe invest in some more comfortable couches. not just a chair.”

it’s all very sweet, except through all of this his speech is slurred and he keeps nodding off in the middle of talking. it’s hard to take his harsh words and mean looks seriously. it makes his glaring at the doctors quite ineffective and when caleb’s finally brought the water, he doesn’t remember he asked for it for you, and drinks it all. his attempt at fluffing the pillow for you is nothing more than weakly punching it a few times, and he offers you the blanket by half-heartedly pushing it onto the ground before powering down like he’s been unplugged.

he only calms once you are in bed with him, sending apologetic glances at the nurses and doctors. telling him yes the water was great and yes, you’re very warm and content (he still has the entire blanket and you’re sweating actually. he runs so hot.) and yes the pillow is fine (you’re not even laying on the pillow.)

RAFAYEL is a runner.

he’s insistent, the moment his eyes open, that he’s ready to go home. pack everything up, give him his clothes—he’s not taking no for an answer. the hospital smells weird and he wants his own bed. these are the words of a man determined to be heard as if he’d have the ability to stand, let alone put on his pants. rafayel is halfway to unplugging himself from everything, scanning the room for his things, asking you for what you think are the car keys as if the way he’s slurring his words isn’t a great indicator of his ability to operate a motor vehicle right now and he’s an arguer. he’s pouting. he’s rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air, dramatically throwing himself against the pillows.

rafayel insists he’s fine enough to go to the bathroom himself: “if i can piss by myself, i can drive a car.”  his logic is flawed. you also say no when he mumbles from the bathroom, “can you come hold it? my dick while i piss?” which negates his previous logic and you do tell him that to which you get a pout and shoved out of the bathroom. 

rafayel is the type to look you in the eyes and half-consciously mumble something about, “i’m not trying to have domestic dispute in the hospital, are you? take me home.” you gently try to push him back into the bed, reminding him he’s in a hospital gown and his ass is out. you’re amazed at the large words he’s using, not so impressed with the way he’s trying to get out of the bed again. and again. you’re also not impressed with the way he’s swaying in place, telling the nurses with a pout that he’s fine. that you’re there to take care of him now so, “you’re dismissed, your services are no longer needed” and that if you’re not going to take him home, rafayel will just go get the car himself and pull it around. you love how overly confident he is, and it really is ideal that he’s so weak from the drugs that he’s easily overpowered.

it takes three nurses and a doctor and you raising a brow at him, pointing your finger and narrowing your eyes, for him to flop himself back down into the bed. he loses steam quickly after that, waking up later and not remembering a thing but you do remind him that he flashed his bare ass to the entire staff.

XAVIER concerns the doctors with how long it takes him to wake up.

he’s out like a light and wakes up after sleeping like the dead and sees you speaking to the doctor. he’s silent, he’s not yelling. he’s quite sound up there in his head despite the anesthesia but he doesn’t like that doctor or how close he’s standing to you or the doctor’s hand on your shoulder or the way the male nurse comes in to ask you something and while he’s the most level headed of them all, he still can’t help but say something. 

you and the staff seem really chummy, and who knows how long he’s been out. he finally clears his throat, both you and the doctor looking over. 

“leave.”

xavier glances between you and the doctor. you’re tired, you’ve been there since morning, and you give the doctor a clipped smile, thanking him and nodding, letting him know it’s fine, and you’ve got it from here. xavier’s eyes don’t leave the doctor until he’s out the door and for the next few hours, you are confined to the small sliver of hospital bed with him as he silently fumes that the doctor was trying to make a move on you while he was indisposed.

“you smiled at him,” he insists. “i don’t trust him. i’ll report him for medical malpractice.”

you take none of this personally, quickly reminding him being nice as a doctor is a good thing. you almost find humor in it, if xavier’s calm demeanor wasn’t somewhat unnerving after the second and third hour. you ask him if he’s in pain, he says no. you ask him if he wants to rest, he says no. you ask him if he needs anything, he says no. you realize too late that he’s doing everything to avoid the doctor coming back into the room. when he finally does, xavier speaks for himself. slowly, a bit stilted, but he’s impressive with his lucidity. tightening his arms around you and asking for the door to be shut this time when you two are left alone. 

“i’ll sleep when we’re back home.”

safe to say he manages to pull it together well enough to be discharged as soon as possible, and once you’re home, he drops the act, turns into a bit of a baby, and passes out to sleep again.

ZAYNE is 100% handsy.

he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s getting into and what’s going on when he wakes up. he wasn’t worried before, he’s not worried now and you’re actually the one that’s been stressed this entire time. zayne has the wherewithal to understand he’s stuck for a bit in this room, and while his can you hand me that water? is genuine, he narrows his eyes as you walk past him and reaches a limp hand out to grab your ass. you turn around, startled, and he shrugs. he has the drugs as an excuse, not that zayne doesn’t appreciate your ass on the regular, he just has an excuse now to grope you in the hospital bed which, let’s be real, he’s kind of into. not the whole him-in-the-bed situation, or you in the bed if the roles were reversed but, well. the thought of you as a hot nurse does cross his mind. he might not remember this later, but his defenses are down, and he won’t blame himself.

“lay in the bed with me,” zayne mumbles, eyes closed. “c’mon.”

you remind him that’s not the best idea, he’s a doctor, and he should know this but he frowns and opens an eye. it’s endearing, this side of him, and you know what’s coming before you even lay down. zayne’s hand falls from the bed, grabbing your ass again as you slowly try to crawl into the bed with him. the doctors come in, and zayne is dismissive, spouting off responses to their questions with his eyes closed as if this is all a walk in the park as he feels you up still under the blanket. a handful off your ass is squeezed every time he has to answer another annoying question.

you whisper, reminding him that he’s not being the best patient right now, and zayne scoffs, seemingly letting the anesthesia work its magic on his limbs and lack of filter:

“i’m lying in bed resting, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“stress is not good for recovery.” another squeeze. “don’t stress me out.”

you relay all of this to him after he’s fully conscious, even slipping in his mumbles talk of you as a hot nurse he’d let slip while asleep, and he blinks. there’s a slight blush, but he does not deny or condemn his own actions. like he said, he won’t blame himself.

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firm believer that sylus talks to the plushies when mc is not around like he’s had a bad day and accidentally lays on one and it’s kinda hard and he’s like fuck off and pushes it away but then feels mildly bad but then lets the thought go a moment later realizing he just told your plushie to fuck off and meant it.

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my babyyyy! 😣 look at him sulking and pouting😭🤍

full credit to artist: @fishbone0306 on X!

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FILL THE VOID CALEBXMC

(1.2k) ✗✗✗ ☘︎･*:.｡ nsfw [18+] includes: nothing graphically sexual but sexual themes and we're in a club. strip club. whatever you want to call it. caleb mentions tits once. *i'd had this idea for a bit, i might continue it if anyone is interested. then we could earn some fun tags ^ i played it fast and loose with lore, i don't think it matters much. classic mc thinks he's dead, caleb is clearly not, and has been (unsuccessfully) stalking trying to find her. now he's found her. fantastic.

caleb orders a drink as soon as they get there, making a beeline for the bar and standing amongst the sloshed patrons around him. he much rather be at home, but morale is a big deal and it’s someone’s birthday. no, he doesn’t really know the guy, but camaraderie is also a thing, and after carefully exerting all of his excuses, of which he has none (they know this), caleb found himself at the club on a thursday night.

he gets his jack and coke, adds in a round of shots for the table, willing to go out but not start a tab his somewhat-friend’s will rack up, and closes out. he decided on the way here that one drink and a shot is enough to dull his surroundings, which are overwhelmingly loud and overstimulating while sober. caleb finds his party and slides into the booth, giving a laugh at whatever he had missed as someone flags over a girl for bottle service. caleb grimaces into his drink.

she eyes them all, honing in on the weak links with heavy pockets, and spots her targets almost immediately, which does not include caleb, and that’s fine. he’s not really…this type of person. anymore, at all—whichever it is, whichever it has been. he can be, of course. caleb can handle his own, as he is now, laughing and having a good time, but his appreciation for paying for company starts and ends with the girls around him getting a check, and that’s what it is. the girl that eventually comes up to him, sitting next to him, asking if he wants another drink, well.

caleb’s fine, he’s got all he needs and more at home. in his empty apartment. by himself where it’s quiet and not loud, and the lights are not blinding when they hit the wrong way. where he has plenty of room in his bed and extra pillows that fall off during the night. 

he politely declines another drink, lets the woman sit next to him, and watches as his friends turn into less than upstanding, upright citizens.

caleb ignores the stages, eyes glazing over as he sips his drink, warms, and waits until he feels it an appropriate time to leave. he hadn’t really been told they were coming to this sort of club, but beyond the teetering between crass and classy atmosphere and the fact that he had to take two and a half sips of his drink to relax, it’s a nice place. 

but caleb has things to do. he might go back to work, honestly, as there’s paperwork he was meant to look over and he doesn’t want to tackle early tomorrow morning. the dead of night is when he does the most work and thinking.

in his peripherals, bare expanses of skin spin on the stage, round and round. legs open and close, and there’s men at the end of the platform, looking up at their dreams, tossing money, and it makes him almost dizzy. it makes caleb feel strange, actually, to be in such a place he’s found himself in when he was no stranger to such debauchery once upon a time, but time, so much of it, has taken its toll. he’s worn out.

he’s about to leave, actually. caleb’s ready to spew whatever comes out of his mouth as an excuse, when his eyes catch the stage again. one dancer is leaving, money overflowing and a big smile on her face, a wink, and another is making their appearance.

at first, he doesn’t give it a second thought. caleb stands, he finishes his drink, and makes to say goodbye, but he does a double take. just something is what he’d explain it as. there was no real reason for him to turn fully to the stage, but he does, and something catches the light. 

just something catches the light.

caleb doesn’t have great eyesight, but it’s better than most. it’s getting worse as the years go on, and he stares at screens ninety percent of his time, but he’s perceptive. caleb is intuitive. he can read a room, but the music is shaking the booth he had sat in so there’s a signal jam going on as he freezes. 

he’d blame obsession for being the reason he doesn’t want to be here. caleb would also blame everything as to why his first thought was you when his eyes catch on that flash of silver.

and it’s not as if he has not looked for you.

anyone who would suggest such a thing would be out of their mind.

caleb knows…he knows what he’s working with and that’s very little and he also knows he is here, he is not six feet under the ground as you suspect him to be. that’s a noxious mix.

the lights turn pink instead of a soul-eating red and that is you. even shrouded in the heavy bass in a dark, moody room. he just knows. the shape of your back, the curve of your arm. caleb cannot see hair color, he cannot see much because the lights are a deep, dark blue now and so shadows are black and light is scarce, but caleb’s breath catches. he’s standing there stupid, watching as the music slowly picks up.

he sits back down. 

someone claps him on the back. 

caleb stands again, and mumbles an excuse as to why he stood in the first place, as he makes his way back to the bar. bumping shoulders with other men, throwing out excuse me’s and sorry’s until those are gone from his mind and he’s ordering another drink. he knows what he’s done, caleb sleeps next to it every night when he’s restless, and surely you cannot see him from the blinding stage lights but he sees you fully now, not tearing his eyes away as he hands over his card and another drink is slid before him.

first to hit him is the deepest, largest pill of longing. ten fold what he feels every night as he lies in bed and stares at his ceiling or scrolls endlessly through newspaper articles and such. he doesn’t swallow that pill down right, it catches in caleb’s throat as he tries to clear it and run the feeling down with the whiskey in his hand. watching as you begin to move, slowly. sensually. in a way he’s never seen, he’s entranced. absolutely enthralled by the skin he sees and the small outfit.

it’s wrong, he knows you’d be livid if you found out he was watching you like this. sipping on a mixed drink, leering from the bar because that is what he’s doing. under the longing there’s that high of simply you. just you—on stage, twirling so pretty. it’s the cherry on top of the pill and if you knew, you’d surely be a bit embarrassed, but that would soon be overshadowed by rage. a high voice, telling him off, and the next time caleb takes a sip of his drink, he sees that silver again.

right between the prettiest pair of tits he’s ever seen is a very familiar necklace. 

it hangs off your body, it kisses your cheek when you twirl. it stirs something inside of caleb, parts of him he thought he was already fully aware of, as he takes another sip. 

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telling sylus, caleb, rafayel 'i don't want a kiss right now' ˘³˘

caleb immediately pouts like a child that's been scolded and it's infuriating because it works. it goes from the most lethal puppy dog eyes you've ever seen to stunned silence, as if he's never been turned down before, and let's be real, he hasn't really. then he's sputtering, looking at you with narrowed eyes like you've taken something from him. he still thinks it's a joke until you shake your head at him like he's the one being unreasonable here. caleb is outraged, really. absolutely appalled you would withhold such a thing from him. he hits you with the, "fine, i didn't want a kiss anyway," and you get to call him a liar for that. he pouts for hours even after he gets a kiss, probably maybe mortally wounded and traumatized from the worst few moments of his life (no really).

sylus 100% the type to look at you silently, for a long, long time, then just say okay. he shrugs like it's no big deal, continuing what he was doing. maybe cooking dinner, maybe reading, either way he's never been less bothered, it seems. but the next time you want a kiss, he gets to say, "oh, i don't feel like a kiss right now, sorry." he plays the long game and wins almost every time. his nonchalance is killer, and when the tables are turned, you forget your little trick from days ago and why he's saying that to you. it backfires, and now you're wondering why sylus won't give you a kiss, but eventually he caves, allowing you one and possibly another if you promise to never withhold a kiss from him again. he is a dangerous man after all (only kind of), it's best you give him what he wants.

rafayel also blinks at you silently but wields his intense eye contact better than sylus, where you're a bit fearful of the look in his eye. he lets the silence stretch on until you feel the need to say something, but you don't, because you said you didn't want a kiss, so what's there to say? he blinks at you. looks behind him, like maybe you were speaking to someone else, before eventually smiling in a weird strained way. a little wild looking like his brain should be smoking. shaking his head like he really must not have heard you right, which prompts you to repeat yourself. again. and again. he laughs, says you're funny, and no really, and when you're adamant you don't want a kiss, giving him the best poker face you can, he falls off the couch again.

*note, honestly zayne and xavier are a bit harder for me to write but if there's interest i'd love to try. lmk. sfw like this or not ᵕ̈

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◞♡ nsfw thinking about the types of porn you'd find snooping on their computer before you start dating caleb, sylus, rafayel

caleb 100% has watched step bro porn. wasn't even that really into it. unfortunately, that is what you found on his phone when you went to use it the first time. poor timing on his part, you let it slide, not really having a moment to confront him. second time, he really needs to start closing out of his browsing tabs or clear his history before passing you his phone because it's not step bro porn but a whole lot of povs and your hair color specifically being searched. come shots, a smidge of hentai before he seems to go back to his trusty creampies. lots of those! a considerate amount of anal that sometimes crosses into hardcore. everything is wet and messy. also some errant solo videos....actually, that's every single solo video from this one creator watched in one night in his history. your eyes widen at the size of the toys she's using. you're kinda upset, not really, but he'd later admit that they just reminded him of you if he squinted and he liked to imagine you as his own personal porn star.

100% plugs his phone into the aux at one point, and some girl getting her guts rearranged plays in the car at max volume. a shameful moment for him.

sylus watches porn on his computer like an old man, don't shoot the messenger. daddy kink...that's his achilles heel and you note/stash that aside for later. what a wildcard. you're surprised by the wide range this man has, actually. his search history, as you sit there at the computer and scroll and scroll, is quite extensive. no real notable similarities beyond his penchant to favor backshots, which...also noted. you see, at one point, he got four pages into the amateur tag before giving up, which is oddly heartwarming. gunplay is a given and you roll your eyes at that. creampie as well, although sylus seems to have only clicked on the videos which explicitly refer to it as breeding. noted. a smidge of bdsm but honestly nothing crazy and fairly tame for the tag. after checking to ensure you really are alone, no one else is in the base, you realized the common similarity here is that all the video are loud. whimpering and moaning, sylus goes less for visual, more for audio, you must assume.

you 100% bring out the daddy kink once you start dating and it must be the confidence in which you say it because you're caught red-handed for snooping immediately.

rafayel is the one into roleplay, but not like your average everyday roleplay, no. his browser history is incriminating to the most severe degree, going as far as outside his chosen porn site of choice to search up things like bunny going into heat or tiny bunny gets put into a mating press and bred. he’s just straight up searching that on google, and after digging deeper, seems he then finds himself on a website with all sorts of outfits. he would never admit it but the idea hit him late one night and he just really needed to see someone that looked like you with a fluffy tail plug getting fucked. bunny breeding, cat ears, going into heat, the classic pink thigh-high socks with the little paws on the end. lots of solo content, lots of fancy dildos that have you wide-eyed again. the crowning jewel is the oviposition videos, though, which...make sense after you take a peek at them. alright, you'll give him that one. the whole egg thing...lemurian...makes sense, but sheer amount of these videos is a bit much. the sheer size of some of the eggs is a bit insane. combined with the given breeding kink and the…egg laying…you feel a tad bad for finding out his not so secret, secret.

fortunately, rafayel has no shame, though he manages a bit the first time you dress up as a bunny for him. that's no coincidence and while bunnies don't lay eggs, per see, when you hit him with that line he comes instantly and is embarrassed after the fact.

also 100% uses twitter for porn too you just didn’t find that

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CALEB + HOLE INSPECTION

(1.8k) ₊˚⊹ 𐙚🧸‧₊˚ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, questionable morals, cheating (not on caleb it's just a shitty bf), hole inspections, virginity kink if you squint, dirty talk real filthy, side eyeing yandere caleb for the mention of broken fingers and kneecaps, fingering, pet names (I'll die by the hill of pips)

caleb who is selfish.

he wants you all to himself, and he doesn’t care what it takes or how bad of a person that makes him. he’ll do anything to have you. caleb will stoop to whatever depths, so when you start going on dates with this new guy, he wishes he was conflicted but he’s not.

he’s never tried to be a good guy, not when it comes to you. fair? sure, he thinks he’s quite fair. just? yeah, he has morals like anyone else, but when it comes to you? all bets are off and he will play dirty. there’s simply no other way to play when the stakes are this high and you.

caleb who has been climbing into bed with you almost every night for years.

surely that’s not meant to stop now, right? that just seems cruel and even more selfish than what he’s got going on because caleb can’t sleep if he’s not next to you, and you tell him the same thing, so why do you need to go on dates with this guy? what’s the point? you still kiss caleb goodnight, sometimes missing his cheek and sometimes it’s closer to the corner of his mouth. you still curl up with him on the couch and wear his sweaters around the house, something he watched carefully to see a change in, but things between you and him are the same, so surely you're not about to take all of that from him now? all because of some guy you met at work?

yet, said guy won’t leave, and caleb does not like it. he deals, he manages, but he does not like sharing because, once again, he is selfish.

caleb who meets the guy for the first time and instantly hates him. not even because he’s taking you out, it’s because he’s spineless. a boy that couldn’t even look him in the eyes to shake hands. a boy—plain and simple. caleb can’t help but feel bad for the guy, really, considering he’s taking you on a date, but you’ll come home to caleb at the end of the night and curl up with caleb in bed.

caleb is not above any of this because this guy is fleeting, he has to be. he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know what you like or want or need. not the way caleb does.

caleb who is waiting up for you when you come home.

it’s been a few months of dates with this guy, but caleb still gets his corner of the mouth kiss every other night, and last night he fell asleep to the feeling of your soft thigh thrown over his middle, so it should be fine, right? instead you come home in tears, and his first instinct is to break the man’s hands. he needs to start with the fingers, then maybe his wrists.

“pips, what’s wrong?”

you’re adamant it’s nothing. that nothing happened and you’re overreacting and caleb thinks sure, you can overreact sometimes but everyone can and that’s what he’s here for: to understand and react accordingly as well. but he cannot do that, caleb cannot protect you, if you do not tell him what’s wrong. sitting in his lap on the couch, face buried in his neck, he can’t understand what you’re mumbling. it comes out like something is wrong with me, which surely cannot be the case. caleb must have heard wrong. 

“something is wrong with you?” you nod. “nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. why are you saying that?” caleb takes a deep breath. “you gotta tell me what’s happening or i can’t help.”

by the time caleb listens to the half-mumbled words you manage to get out around an errant sniffles, he’s already decided hands, wrist, and kneecaps will need to be broken to atone for this because that guy has some nerve insinuating there’s a single thing wrong with you. just because you didn’t want to kiss him? or, you tell caleb that you were fine kissing him, but when he tried to take things further, that’s when there were issues.

honestly, it takes everything in caleb not to scoff. the guy's more of a coward than he had initially gauged if he thought he a) deserved more than a kiss, first of all, and b) something is wrong with you because when he shoved his hand down your pants you weren't wet.

the guy doesn't exactly sound like a romeo.

“i don’t trust him,” caleb says plainly. “i never did. you deserve better, and i should have never let you walk out of that door.” you only sniffle and caleb tampers down his anger and tries again. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. there’s nothing wrong with you, you know that?” nothing again, and caleb sighs. finally, “do you trust me?”

you nod, arms tightening around his neck.

“he touched you here?” caleb asks. his hand skates around your hip. you squirm in his lap but give him a small yes when his fingers dip between your thighs. “just touched or…”

nothing else, you’re adamant and caleb trusts you explicitly, but his blood is boiling hot and he just…he needs to be sure. caleb sits up, and you hmph, but he shushes you. he needs you to know there’s not a thing wrong with you, that this isn’t a you issue. he smooths his hand over the hem of your dress that rides up the back of your thighs when he moves, draping you over his lap this time, ass up.

“were you going to fuck him?” caleb gets a gut wrenching maybe in response as he marvels at the silky smooth expanse of the back of your legs. so, so pretty. “why?” he unfairly demands. “you liked him that much?”

you shake your head, breathing heavy against his thighs. “no, just wanted to know…what it felt like.”

“that’s what i’m here for, pips.” he says, waiting for you to stop him, but you don’t. you gasp as he rucks up your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he groans at the sight of bright red panties, the curve of your ass settled pretty over his lap about to be his undoing. “you know that right? tell me you know that.” he pleads. "can i touch you?"

"please."

caleb wastes no time. he thumbs at your hole, over the red lace that's wet under his touch. “you ever fuck yourself, sweetheart?”

you whine his name in embarrassment, but eventually nod. he groans, imagining you in bed or the shower with your fingers buried to the knuckle in your cunt. maybe while he's in the other room, or maybe in the shower right before you crawl into bed with him.

“good girl,” he mumbles and feels you relax more. “but what's all this about?” caleb pulls his thumb back, and pops it in his mouth. he groans. “thought he was adamant something was wrong and this pussy doesn’t get wet.” caleb tsks but sighs in relief when he realizes they guy really didn't get this far. “doesn’t seem a problem to me, so, then what is it? tell me the difference here, pips.”

he hears you stammer out "y–you, caleb," and feels satisfaction like a bat to the back of the head, making him dizzy. concussing him. caleb's fingers trace over edges of lace and soft skin. “so pretty, baby. will you sit still while i take a look?”

“why?”

“nothing is wrong, sweetheart. i just want to make sure he didn't hurt this pretty hole.”

he feels you shiver, and caleb can't help but grin.

that guy didn't stand a chance.

he slowly drags your underwear down, discarding them in his pocket for safe keeping. what greets him when he looks back is the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, actually. it’s jaw-dropping, and wet. so clearly wet from the way it looks, sticky and peeking out between plush thighs over his lap.

“my heart, pips, i cant take it.” caleb says as he grips your hips, then your ass. watching your skin bloom pink as he spreads you open to see more. “hold still. i know you know that you can ask anything of me, so if this hole is needy, you come to me now, understood?”

"you need someone to take care of you, not someone that's going to shove his hands down your pants and expect anything, got it?"

he spreads your pussy open, watching as it twitches under his touch and when he presses a finger against your hole, it gives easily. "tight and greedy," he tsks.

caleb cannot help but tease. your pussy is perfect and untouched. he plays with it, watching you respond. watching as you jump when he pushes just the tip of two fingers in. pink and so sweet, caleb's mouth waters. "she's so pretty, sweetheart. i do think we're gonna have an issue though. i dunno if i can fit into a tiny hole like this." he hooks his finger and uses it to stretch you open and you moan his name. "don't get fussy. we'll figure it out, pips."

he watches as you whimper and moan, working yourself into a near fit over the prodding of his fingers. the way he spreads you open, leaning close and letting his breath ghost over your twitching hole. watching for your reactions and never giving you enough.

“doesn't even seem like i need to train this little hole to only get wet for me, hm? seems she’s already taken care of that herself."

"you're so soft, sweetheart.”

"can i make you come? looks like you need it." he kisses the back of your head, and then your shoulder. mumbling, "promise I'll take such good care of you. how could i not? i've got the sweetest thing in my lap right now, all wet and whining...mhm, you are whining, pips, but that's okay. just let me..."

after readjusting your hips, you easily take two of his fingers, all the way to the knuckle and instead of imginging you doing this to yourself, caleb watches as his own fingers disappear into your cunt. you're a needy thing, too, and he groans. imagining you struggling to take his cock but you would because you're, "so good, baby. so good for me, just like that. does that feel good?"

watching as your thighs fall further apart, as you start to cry for him. for more. for him to kiss you, and caleb does. of course he does. he pulls his fingers out, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he heads for his bed.

"think i'm gonna fuck you, pips," caleb mumbles, bringing a hand down on your ass. you scold him, still limp-legged and breathing heavy. head heavy in the clouds. caleb grins and tosses you onto the bed. "you want that? then we'll have another look at that hole."

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[mageofmadness]

i don’t know how to explain but like, caleb being such a rowdy boy while flying pull off all these moves and showing off of course and whooping and yelling and screaming in his little cockpit it’s like hot boy plays video games really well and sweaty but x10 and instead he’s a fucking fighter plane pilot and that's HOT and he knows it he knows it's impressive as fuck

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◞♡ nsfw thinking….sex tape thoughts.

thinking about that and thinking about caleb getting pissed when his phone runs out of storage but it’s because there’s over a dozen thirty minute videos of you getting fucked in his photos app. in 4k, of course, with the highest frames per second, too, and that's even after he's gone in and edited and cut the videos so it's easier when he's spending lonely nights in skyhaven and wants to jerk off.

he’s trying to clear memory, standing there with you bent over the couch and waiting. moaning about hurry up with it and what are you doing?

caleb's fumbling with his phone one-handed because it's giving him that memory full notification when he opens his camera app. he goes to frantically delete everything important, yet...it's all important. he cannot part with a single video which is causing this issue in the first place. he cannot part with a single photo. he starts deleting apps left and right, panicking because you just look so good right now, he needs this on video, and watches in horror as it only clears up enough space for a thirty seconds in the end, just enough memory to capture the way his cock pushes into you from behind.

[mageofmadness]

◞♡ nsfw

caleb, but it's after you've caught him red-handed with your underwear. you're in his room, trying to find that one sweater of his that's your favorite that he likes to hide from you, and you find it, but at what cost? you pull it from the tangle of sheets on his bed, and what's that? not one but two pairs of your dirty underwear fall to the floor, clearly much dirtier than you remember them being when you tossed them to be washed. one pair is still sticky, probably from that morning, and of course, he walks in at exactly that moment, and catches you catching him.

you found the sweater, but at what cost? he's uncharacteristically pink and blushing, unsure of what to say and stuttering out attempts of an explanation in a way you've never seen him before. but it works out in the end, when caleb is on his back, dirty pair of underwear shoved in his mouth because you're tired of listening to his flimsy excuses. not that you believe him...you don't. the way he's whining and whimpering and still trying to apologize for what you know he does not feel bad about is just silly. unable to form coherent sentences as you taunt him with the promise of the pair of underwear you wore today, dangled over his head like a dog with a bone, but only if he comes after you do. he can be a good boy, he can wait his turn, right?

caleb comes embarrassingly quick, well before you, with your fingers shoved in his mouth and lace down his throat, as you ride him. finally watching as he cracks, apologies cutting out to deep-throated groans when he fills you up and blindly reaches and begs for the fresh pair of underwear you're unjustly keeping from him. you give in, of course, if only to watch the oddly heart-warming but no less pathetic display under you when caleb ruts his hips up into you and turns his face to cry out and come as he smells today's pair. thanking you over and over again but not promising it won't happen again.