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Caleb fic snippet for you all <3

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No but imagine after a long day of being yelled at by the farspace fleet colonel you log onto moments and see ur literal boss comment “XD” and “:P” under some girl’s post

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i loooove the concept of boys being such fucking himbos that think they are bad at sex yet they fuck you like they're a veteran pornstar. the constant "am i doing good? are you feeling good, baby? tell me where you want it. tell me how you want me. are you about to cum?" like wym am i about to cum? bitch you're making me shoot orgasms out like my life depends on it.

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Thank you for the tag pomme!! <3 my drafts are also embarassing LOL because they mostly consist of caleb smut i write when it’s that time of the month and am too embarrassed to publish it to the public eye 😭😭😭 for example…

• stray hybrid mc gets adopted by caleb and he tries to restrain himself while responsibly guiding us through our first heat LFMAOABFHDHEB

• caleb overstim where he wakes up dazed, cock already hard and leaking (no comment)

• i do have a caleb x zayne x mc love triangle angst no happy ending for caleb draft (love to make him suffer)

yup… anyways tagging the sweetest @love-caleb !! no pressure at all hehe

Tagged by @irandial 💖 I'll just...list my LADS wips only, because my writing folder have 724 files, and 3/4 of those are wips from every fandom I've ever interacted with.................. 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. 👁👄👁 I'm sorry idk 61 people, let alone writers, but.....no pressure tags to these lovelies 💖 @deepspacenova @vesearlee @iraot @solifloris @aeyumicore

5 times you ask zayne for food suggestions + 1 time you ask sylus

5 times you hide your relationship with sylus + 1 time you told the truth

darling can i be your favorite

father's day

foursome because i lack shame

risky pregnancy ask - 03 - mc dies baby lives

risky pregnancy ask - 04 - stillbirth-miscarriage

ZayneMCCaleb - one bed three of you

brat tamer caleb

build a city that dreams for two

if you're a worm, then i'm a worm

is it that sweet (i guess so)

kiss me hard, kiss me good

k-i-s-s-i-n-g

phone sex with caleb

playing tic-tac-toe for my x and o's

post-baby lovemaking

Report

Return To Eden

Rotten Apple

Time for Takeoff

Violet Eyes

you can be my lover girl

got me playing with fire (and it's all I desire)

The Fish That Loved a Cat

21 Steps

birdie bully boxing

devastation salvation

Evermore - Elysium - dragon au

grassland au

grassland sylus forever in my heart

grinding on sylus

Little Parrot

love is all i feel, my dear

No Man's Land

omegaverse

Sylus bet

Sylus- Breeding dream

Sylus hurtcomfort

The Crow and the Kitten

The Dragon's Gifts

untitled sylus ruin

up all night playing kitty cards

xoxo

fall into your arms

I Do (I Do Not!)

my universe, my everything, my sunset

xavier potatoes

Delirium

Emergency Surgery

eyes closed, dreaming of each other

Surprise Dinner

zayne brainworm thats my fault but also lowkey nova's fault too (see discord chat)

zayne i want a baby

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 02 - first trimester and oh by the way

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 03 - second trimester and craving carrots (and more carrots)

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 04 - third trimester and

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 05 - you and me and baby make three

03 - love you more

Bride of the Dragon King

08 - Xavier - every time i look into those angel eyes

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You’d stopped checking the clock hours ago. The window’s gone dark and you can barely stomach the sinking feeling of dread since Caleb stopped responding to your texts.

You’re still sitting on his couch when you hear the code at the door.

He enters without looking up. The lock resets behind him with a click.

He’s two days late.

The hallway light catches the edge of him — his collar stained, sleeves wet, something dark crusted up one side of his jacket. He’s stumbling as he slips his shoes off by the door.

There’s blood at his temple. A long slice, half-closed. Dried.

You stand.

He sees you then.

And for a second, the world stutters. He doesn’t move.

His eyes catch on yours like he wasn’t expecting you to be real. Like he’s still back there, wherever there was.

Then, like a switch, his mouth lifts as he struggles to put on a smile. A miserable attempt at masking the exhaustion sunk into his eyes. The crimson staining his sleeves.

“You’re here,” he says softly, almost like it costs him something.

Your legs are already running to cross the room. You’re putting your hands on his face without asking. He leans in, like the contact steadies him.

His skin is burning.

“Are you hurt?!”

“No.” He exhales. Then amends, “Not really.”

“Caleb.”

His hand finds your wrist. “It looks worse than it is. I promise.”

You glance down — his left thigh is soaked through. You don’t know if it’s blood or mud or worse.

“You’re barely standing.”

“I’m alright.”

You press your palm to his cheek. He leans into you again, breath catching, like he’s been holding himself upright for hours longer than he should’ve.

“I didn’t know if you were coming back,” you whisper, tears beginning to blur your vision.

“I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is rough, low. “I wanted to call. I couldn’t—comms were out. And I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“You think I care about that?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“You think I wasn’t worried!?”

He exhales — short, defeated. His knees buckle a little under him, and you catch his shoulders.

That’s when he starts to fold.

His body tilts forward, heavy and shaking. You guide him to the couch without thinking. He resists at first, but he’s too far gone to pretend. When he sinks down, it’s like his body forgets how to hold tension.

You kneel in front of him. Start unfastening what’s left of his outer gear. He tries to lift a hand to stop you.

“You shouldn’t have to—”

“Let me.”

His hand falls.

You pull off the gloves. His knuckles are split. One of them is still bleeding. You touch it, and he winces.

“Caleb.”

“I know.”

You don’t speak for a minute. His eyes are closed. His chest rising slow, shallow.

You take a damp cloth from the kitchen and begin cleaning the blood from his knuckles, his temple. His jaw tenses, then relaxes under your hand.

“You should lie down,” you murmur. “You’re burning up.”

“No,” he says, but the protest barely clears his throat. “I’m fine. Just… need a minute.”

You glance at his thigh again. The fabric is clinging to the wound, soaked through.

“You can’t even sit upright.”

“Still made it home,” he says, looking at you. It’s meant to be teasing, but the edge of it is dull, tired. He’s unraveling.

You slide your hand to the back of his neck, fingertips finding the place where the short hair meets flushed skin.

“Stop pretending already.”

He doesn’t answer. You wait. A long moment passes before he speaks again. “I didn’t want to come back to you like this.”

“What, bloody and half dead?”

“No,” he says. “Looking like I needed you.”

The words hang there, raw and small and honest in a way that makes your throat close.

You crouch lower, hands drifting to the buttons of his undershirt. “You do need me.”

He exhales through his nose, shakily. “Yeah,” he says, so quiet it’s almost inaudible. “I do.”

You help him out of the shirt. There are bruises blooming across his ribs. A long, angry gash beneath the clavicle. He doesn’t even flinch when you peel the fabric away, like he’s stopped registering pain.

His eyes never leave your face, looking at you like he’s still waiting to wake up.

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“say when” (him while he’s coming inside of you)

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I'm not giving tumblr my fucking ID, catch me in the deep woods doing cave drawings of omegaverse porn

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Caleb has a panic attack after your wedding

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mmm. isagi thick uncut cock…………..

started getting lightheaded over this hold on man

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pilot diet

🚨: reference to medical fasting, somnophilia (previously consented), reader wakes up briefly, cunnilingus, tongue fucking for sustenance basically, ambiguous female orgasm but maybe squirting if you're into that

caleb was hungry.

per the fleet’s medical personnel, all airmen were required to go on a 12-hour water fast before their annual physical exam. and his was tomorrow. 

he thought he’d be fine. thought he could last a few extra hours on an empty stomach. but he was so hungry. 

which, somehow, had brought him to your room. fidgeting in your bedroom doorway, eyes glued to your sleeping form.

it’s fine, he thinks, digging his nails into his palm. the nurses didn’t say anything about this, right? a-and she said i could whenever i needed to. we both did. so it’s fi—

a soft rustling from your bed almost makes him jump out of his skin, but you’d only rolled over in your sleep. 

it’s fine. 

slowly, quietly, he inches toward you, his hesitant shuffle becoming a prowl the closer he gets. 

when he reaches the foot of the bed, the soft pressure of his evol pulls your covers back and gently floats you down to him, your legs dangling over the edge of the mattress.

he sighs with longing as he lifts your oversized shirt. normally, he’d take the time to truly appreciate you, licking you through your panties until he could taste you through the fabric.

but he couldn’t risk it tonight. he was desperate, and you had a busy day tomorrow, too.

carefully, he pulls your panties down, his senses flicking to life as if they’ve just discovered a prize. his mouth waters at the sight of you. the sweet notes of your body wash envelop him, mixing with your natural scent. 

moaning involuntarily, he dives forward, hesitating only to remind himself not to startle you out of your sleep. 

a moment later, his lips meet your slit in a gentle, reverent kiss, his nose poking slightly through to brush against your clit. sighing at the contact, he thrusts his pink tongue forward, flattening it against your folds to test your sensitivity. and when you don’t react, he parts your folds with gentle haste. 

his only goal tonight is you gushing around his tongue. right into his mouth, filling him with your flavor.

tenderly, he suckles your clit in an open-mouthed kiss before turning his attention to your glistening entrance. he licks over and around it before plunging his tongue into you, lifting your hips to sink as far as he can get. 

your arousal oozes around him, coating his lips as his eager tongue explores inside you. licking, thrusting, swishing side to side—trying everything he can to taste all of you.

when you abruptly clench around him, he ruts his hips against the firm edge of the mattress, too focused on you to pay his swollen, leaking cock any mind. 

he only pulls away to catch his breath and make sure he hasn't disturbed you. but when he nestles back in, he gathers your folds in his mouth and releases them with a loud pop—too ravenous to notice you stirring awake.

“mngh…caleb?” you moan groggily, reaching down to grip his soft strands. 

“shh, m’sorry,” he mumbles, mouth too full of you to speak clearly. “go back to sleep, baby. i’m sorry, go back to sleep. just need to taste you.”

humming in dazed acceptance, you flop your head back down, and caleb thinks you’ve followed his orders. 

but when you start grinding lazily against his face, forcing his tongue even deeper into you, he nearly stains his boxers white.

you are going back to bed, it seems. you’re just using his face as your sleep aid—and he’s happy to help. 

for a while, you keep using each other, your half-conscious form getting off on his nose and tongue while he licks up your pooling slick.

but eventually, your movements slow before stopping altogether, and your hand goes slack in his mussed-up hair. you'd fallen back asleep, pushing his face into your pretty pussy. like you’d known there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. 

your movements had sent you closer to the edge—he can tell from the twitches of your lonely clit, stiff and desperate for his touch. 

leaving your entrance with a sloppy kiss, he obliges. surging upwards, he lashes his tongue across the bud, flicking and suckling it until your legs unconsciously tighten around his head. so close. 

he can’t use his mouth anymore. it has to be open, waiting, ready to catch whatever you’ll give him.

so he replaces it with his fingers. bringing his hand up to your clit, he rubs eagerly, but the gentle pinch he gives it is your undoing. as he holds the bud between long fingers, your release gushes out of you and into his waiting mouth.

between greedy swallows, he whispers reverent thank-yous, lining your thighs with appreciative kisses. he’s not hungry anymore, but that doesn’t mean he won’t eat. 

once he’s gulped down your release, he sucks your slick folds and quivering hole for more, hell-bent on drinking everything you have. but when his tongue prods your entrance again, your legs instinctively clamp shut, and he knows he’s had his fill for the night. 

raising his head for the first time in ages, he licks his glistening lips in contentment, the pleasant buzz of satiety spreading through his brain. 

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guy who kisses the ground u walk on . guy who is so soggy and pathetic . guy who comes over to give u head for 2 hours and then goes home

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i think anti caleb fans are funny because even some of his universal fanon makes him out to be an enormous pervert. like every lads fan agrees he likes innocent looking clothes as opposed to sexy specifically because of mc

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something about lovesick sae. it’s unfamiliar to him. this feeling of weightlessness and crushing desire that simultaneously squeezes his heart into beats that would make his physiologist fear cardiac arrest.

you wouldn’t know it, of course. to you, your boyfriend is only standing by the doorway of the living room, looking a little too keenly in your direction. you wonder if you’ve got a blemish or a spot of cream from dessert on your face.

“sae? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he says. blandly. tonelessly.

so really, who could blame you for having no clue what you were doing to his poor heart?

you hum and pat the couch seat beside you invitingly. he stares, the afternoon light making his eyes glint like seaglass. and he does join you on the couch, though not beside you, rather scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

“sae—”

“don’t complain.” he says it impassively, tucking loose strands behind your ear, cupping your nape with his other hand as though to support you in the position he’s put you in. “you smell different.”

“hmm? it might be my new perfume.”

he tucks his face against your neck, and you can feel his breath. he murmurs, “perfume?”

“strawberries and vanilla,” you say, breathier in the intimacy he’s created between you. you would squirm, if it weren’t for his arm around your waist keeping you nestled close. “I have three others I’m considering.”

“this alone feels like too much.”

before you can rise to argue, his lips are already on your throat. your jaw. his heart is squeezing in his chest. it only feels right, he thinks, to make you feel a fraction of what you do to him. to crush you close, love you, show you everything he can’t say.

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missing yuta hours…

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I blinked and Junes almost over wtf

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pomme-look!🥹🫶 my perfect pair heheee, thank you for the tag sweet thing!

tagging @love-caleb and @secrectlyicky ! if you guys want to try :3

Thanks for the tag @elizabeth-dicewielder 💚 I got a green drink yay XD

Here's the quiz, it's definitely cozy!

Tagging @fernifox @hellnohenry @marlenemckinn @blitheringmcgonagall

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can I. can I say something about professional published smut. a lot of times they are too foul mouthed with it. thats not where the sexiness lies