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[Translated Comic] Turned Tiny

Original artist: 这回是真的了

Source ll Permission

❀ Please do not repost ❀

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Lantanas in the afternoon.

Bsky / Tip jar

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Little Mermaid Rafayel rkgk ⋆｡°✩𓆝

sketch commisions are open btw dm me ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

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La vie est belle. Happy Birthday, Marius.

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infamous (no pun intended) photo shoot of week 1

(Seven and Blake are from @\infamous-if, Lex is mine)

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These two are very esthetically pleasing to watch.

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i want to braid his hair,,,,,

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It was an accident, you swear it was just a misclick.

Two texts that came in at the same time, one from your group chat with Tara and Simone, the other from Caleb. What you thought was being sent to your girls got sent to Caleb instead...

"What do you think of this?" A picture of you standing in your full length mirror, your bedroom dimly lit, a scandalous little black nightgown hanging off of your body. You never treated yourself like this, never felt the need to buy such short, silky nightgowns covered in frilly lace and a sleek satin shine. But Tara had convinced you.

Something about having a nice figure, just in case of an emergency, and that you'd look soooo hot in such an item. Hell, she even offered to pay for it, hand picking the little thing herself and well... now you owned it and now your face was red-hot as you stared at yourself.

“Holy shit, Pips.” You glance down at your phone, brows furrowing at the use of that nickname. Why in the world would Tara… oh. Oh no. Your mouth dropped open, realizing your fatal mistake way too late.

“Caleb! Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Rapid fire, your hands trembling as you sent message after message. “I didn’t mean to send that to you! I was just trying it on, my friends convinced me to buy the damn thing!” You fell onto your bed, staring at your phone in genuine horror. Luckily, it was just Caleb. No one else. But still.

"No need to apologize, Pips." the text bubble popped up again a moment later. "You look gorgeous, good thing you listened to them." Now? Your face was hot for a different reason. "These friends are also girls, right? Don't tell me you're sending this to other men..."

"Of course they're girls! Who do you think I am lol." You swallow, fingers still shaking as you typed another message. "I appreciate the compliments but I really am sorry for the jump scare. Just delete the picture from our chat, forget you ever saw it."

Delete it? Forget? You've lost your mind. Still... "No worries, pips."

Caleb clicks the image again, cheeks flushed and pants uncomfortably tight. It's like he's looking at a real life goddess. He's zooming in shamelessly, committing every dip and curve to his memory. The way the lace hugs your breasts, the thin straps revealing you're not wearing bra at all. The nightgown itself ends just below the apex of your thighs. One little movement and...

"You're going to ruin me, pipsqueak." Caleb's fingers are undoing his zipper, eyes still glued to every pixel that makes up your dips and curves on his phone screen. "I should feel guilty, shouldn't I?" His voice is bouncing back at him, you had disappeared from the chat, likely sending your friends the picture that was intended for them.

He's freeing himself from his briefs, yanking open his bedside drawer to pull out one of the pairs of panties he had snatched from your apartment the last time he visited Linkon.

"Such a pervert, can't help it."

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heres this also. very normal relationship they got. everyones on the same page 100%

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bouncing on it while he yaps about airplanes

caleb’s a fucking mess under you, sprawled on his creaking bed, your slick pussy swallowing his cock as you bounce hard, each slam making his eyes roll back. he’s trying to talk about airplanes, clinging to some shred of control, but his moans and filthy thoughts keep spilling out, his hands groping every inch of your body like a desperate perv.

“the 747’s—fuck, so fucking tight—got a, ngh, thrust-to-weight ratio—” he chokes, a guttural moan cutting him off as you grind down, your wet cunt clenching his throbbing cock. his eyes are wild, darting from your bouncing tits to your sweat-slicked thighs, drinking in how your body jiggles, pussy lips stretched around him. his hands are everywhere—one gripping your hip, fingers sinking in the soft skin, the other squeezing your ass cheek so hard it’ll bruise, pulling you down to take his cock deeper. “shit, you’re milking me,” he groans, voice raw.

he tries again, panting. “wingspan’s like—oh god, fuck—200 feet or—” another moan rips through, his hips jerking up, cock slamming into you, hitting so deep you gasp. he’s staring at your dripping pussy, the way it sucks him in, slick coating his base, and he’s losing it. “wanna fill you up so bad,” he blurts, not even thinking, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, pressing where he can feel his cock bulge. “fuck, look at you, taking it like a champ.”

his words are sloppy, half airplane facts, half depravity. “jet engines—shit, so wet—push 60,000 pounds, but your pussy’s—” he cuts off, whining as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against him, making his cock twitch. his other hand roams, grabbing your thigh, then your waist, fingers brushing the slick mess where you’re joined. “gonna cum so hard in you,” he mumbles, eyes locked on your bouncing form, obsessed with how your ass slaps his thighs, how your pussy drips down his balls.

“don’t even know—fuck, fuck—cruising altitude’s nothing compared to—” he’s babbling, moaning louder, thrusting up sloppily to meet your bounces. his hands grip harder, one sliding to spread your ass, staring at your tight hole in the opposite mirror as he imagines fucking it next. “you feel so good!” he rasps, voice breaking, too gone to care how pathetic he sounds. he’s humping up, cock pulsing, hands groping frantically, lost in your body and his own filthy, incoherent thoughts.

a/n: you can tell I had to do research for this one☝🏼🤓

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a lot of people, me included, were speculating an amusement park date or maybe caleb flying mc on his plane

i really wanted amusement park

but this is so much better.

it’s so homey cozy and intimate and think about how long it’s been since caleb was really home.

you just know he wants to go home, feel at home, so bad

and he's finally home.

and its called no-return night bye

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I like to imagine that Ghost has no idea how to handle having an crybaby partner. He’s in the military, people would rather be shot dead than to be seen crying. He can’t even remember the last time he cried it was probably so traumatic that his brain just entirely tossed the memory.

The first few times he catches you sniffling with tears running down your face, he naturally assumes that someone needs their ass beat. But the reasoning is always so… not that serious in his opinion. You saw a video on the internet that made you sad, the store ran out of one of your favorites, his hoodie lost his smell???

And of course he’s not really helpful. Kinda just grunts and tells you to “stop before you give yourself a headache” which only makes your chest almost cave in from hiccuping and making little pathetic warbling sounds when you admit that you’re trying.

Though he quickly realizes he hates when you hide the fact that you’re upset even more. He doesn’t want you tiptoeing around him. He doesn’t always get why you’re upset, but he’ll be damned if that keeps him from being available to you when he can be.

Eventually he learns to tell the difference between what he determines are serious and non-serious breakdowns. Learns to manage when you’re in a weepy mood. He would never admit it, but he kind of likes it when you come to him with a wobbling lip and cling to him because you know that he’ll make it better. Loves holding you tight and patting the back of your head until you’re calm and relaxed.

He doesn’t always get it, of course. But he loves you and he’ll take you however you come.

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Good listener

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it is complete!

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Kitten rescue 🐱

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The fuckass bob nation has welcome yet another member <//3 Poor baby, her teenage years were rough. At least Caleb was always there, though

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I think Caleb is the kind of guy that would learn English for you.

You and him would have a language barrier, you speak English and he speaks Chinese but that wouldn’t stop him from learning English to talk to you. He would take classes, and each time you see him he has already learned more sentences to impress you with.

“We should..go…to the….uh…” He begins to shape out a building with his hands, still struggling to make out the words he knows he can say, but it just won’t come out, “Mo…movie! Movie theater!”

His accent is so heavy and shaky, as opposed to when he speaks confidently in his native language you start just smiling at him when he speaks to you as if he were a puppy opening his eyes for the first time.

“Yes.” You giggle holding his warmed cheeks, he was already melting into your touch, “Yes let’s go to the movies.”

He made sure to take you to a romance flick, not only because he knows you love them, but to also grab a few pointers and phrases to let you know how much he really loves you.

English be damned he’s willing to learn every language you know .