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virgin!caleb who’s never had the experience of receiving a blowjob. only ever imagining it — slouched in his gaming chair, the glow of his pc screen illuminating his dark room. annoyingly, having to wrap his own hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly with tired eyes glued to the porno playing in front of him. but in his mind, it’s you. not whoever’s on the screen. it’s you he pictures, wrapping your warm mouth around him.

and now, he doesn’t need the help of his imagination anymore.

you’re kneeling between his legs, one hand holding onto his thigh for stability as you bob your head up and down, the other hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. it’s messy, wet, spit dripping down to the base, and the sensation has his eyes rolling, breaths shaky, legs trembling under you. hands fidget like he doesn’t know where to put them, until one rests on your head, hesitantly guiding you at your rhythm.

he looks wrecked, brows knitted together, head tilted back against his chair and he barley has enough in him to keep his eyes on you. especially when you look up at him with those eyes, glassy, tears threatening to spill as you try to take him whole, tip kissing the back of your throat.

“fuck, o-oh my god.”

caleb’s quick grab your hair, keeping you in place — it’s assertive. your eyes widen, his bold action coming off as a surprise to you. a full 180 from how awkward he’d been earlier, confessing how inexperienced he was. his body jolts forward, a guttural groan leaving his lips. you grip his thigh harder, unable to move when you feel his warm cum shoot into your mouth. he uses you to milk himself, coating your throat white, completely filling you up.

his breathing begins to slow, husky moans turn into soft whimpers as his orgasm calms down. and he finally pulls out with a shaky sigh, a string of saliva keeping you both connected. you blink up at him while trying to catch your breath and caleb just stares back at you — lips parted, pupils blown, dazed.

“d-did you swallow.. all of it?”

you instinctively open your mouth, tongue lolling out, giving him exactly what he wanted, a view revealing the clean muscle. any trace of his seed was gone. he curses under his breath, the sight so dirty, so shameless — unable to look away, burning the image into his brain. it was enough to undo him all over again. and you weren’t going anywhere for a while.

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🔞🎧 CALEB'S HEAVEN IN YOUR MOUTH

You want to give Caleb his reward for being a good boy.

He makes sure that you'll get all his cum in your mouth, every last drop.

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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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"spell your name on it."

you're immediately snapped out of your daze at the sound of his voice.

"w-..what?" you pant, unsure if you've heard him right or if you're too fucked out to hear correctly.

"you heard me, pips. spell your name on my cock."

he's still so nonchalant about it regardless of the tone of his voice and the words coming out of his mouth. you're riding him and he's simply laying there with his hands folded behind his head, allowing you to do all the work. it's a beautiful sight, really... if only you weren't so cock drunk to get a proper view.

"i-... um.." you stutter under your breath, unsure of what to do next. your hands are still on his chest for support while your head is tilted down to stare him in the eyes. your rhythm on his dick has faltered as you've suddenly gotten incredibly shy, something that rarely happens in the bedroom. "i'm confused."

at that, he raises a brow and lets out a small snicker.

"confused? here, let me help you-"

is the last warning you get before he's bringing his hands to your waist and manhandling you to spell the letters of your name.

it's an amazing feeling, having his cock drag against your g-spot over and over again as you sit there helpless. you've slithered your hands to grip onto his forearms, scratching at them. all you get in return is a hiss, making you look up at him and notice that his tongue is stuck out. he really is focused, i guess.

once he's finished, he leans back and grins the happiest grin there ever was.

"there. now my cock is ruined for anyone else. continue, please."

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We all know that Sylus likes eating you out, it’s his favorite meal.

Laying the small of your back on his silky black sheets, mind hazed, chest rising and falling with each ragging breath. Wet sucking noises echoing through the dimly lit room, his lips are connected to your now puffy dripping pussy.

Gasps and moans escaped your slightly open lips, eyes blurred with tears. Your back arching helplessly but he only wrapped his strong arms around your trampling thighs tightly keeping them open for him to dive even deeper.

You could swear he’d been down there for nearly an hour. And now—now—he was riding you through the crest of your second orgasm, refusing to let go.

“S…Sylus” you whimper in need hips bucking against his face, sending another electric jolt straight through your body. Then, as if to tournament you he started trailing slow kisses from the top of your swollen red clit down to your still-empty, desperate cunt.

Without a warning, his hot tongue dives back inside your cunt, his head angled to the side as he grinned his mouth into you like a starved man. And every time his mouth moves, his nose grinds right into your throbbing clit.

Your hips jolt. A broken moan rips from your throat. It’s too much, too good, and yet his grip only tightens—arms like iron you can’t move even a little bit, holding your thighs wide open, refusing to let you escape. More, more, more, is all you could think of.

His tongue moves faster now, ruthless, sliding in and curling deep while his nose bumps your swollen clit again and again. The pressure builds so fast it feels like whiplash—your hands claw at the sheets wrinkling them up.

He groans low in his throat, that sinful sound vibrating through your whole sweaty body and you scream as the orgasm crashes into you like a blackout wave.

“Tasty” he growls next to your opining, eyes glowing-hunting you from between your legs before diving back in.

He’s not done, yet.

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Caleb doesn’t really give that he watches porn a lot, he does quite well with just thinking about you to get off when he needs to stroke his dick honestly. The few times he seen you in the shower or even in a cute small dress you wore for him to see.

But on the rare occasion he does though he watches the same few videos each time and that’s because the girl looks just BARELY like you, and the positions are some that he’d love to do.

Like the lotus, having your sweet thick legs around his waist in the middle of his bed, a small wet patch under you both with nothing but the noises of you bouncing, rubbing your nipples against his as he holds you up against him, your sweaty bodies creating wet slapping noises with every bounce.

Caleb would be way better than the man in the video though, he’d make you look at him the whole time, grabbing your throat with care to rush in a firm sloppy kiss, his lips were smaller than your supple ones but he knew he could swallow you whole , taking in every huff and puff that’s just a muffle of his name.

Caleb would rub your pussy with tight figure 8’s just to feel to squeeze harder on him, then pull back and lick your slick that was sliding down his wrist while he makes you stare into his eyes before he kisses you again.

Caleb would praise you in your ear as you feel yourself getting close to cum, telling you how well you’re doing, how he always knew your body was meant to be with his like a complete puzzle piece, how beautiful you are, how you deserve this, how much he loves you. How badly he needs you to cum with him.

Caleb would cum right with you, keeping your hips still so you can feel his cum ease inside you leaving both of your inner thighs a mess, but he didn’t mind.

Because Caleb would lay you on your back and use his mouth to clean your pussy, spelling his name with his tongue on your clit.

Caleb would be so much better than the pornstar on video because with every stroke and lick and kiss and rub it’s with the intention of showing you that you are all his, and he is nothing, but yours.

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I saw this video and it's sooo caleb coded!!! >_< so here's a little something I made <3 little short and sloppy sorry :(

cw. fondling, fingering, nipple play, gentle sex, needy!caleb, kinda fluffy hehe

"ey pipsqueak, we need to clean this closet out. try some of these dresses to see if they still fit you." Caleb said as he grabbed a handful of mini dresses and threw them on the bed.

an annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you skimmed through all the dresses to see which one to try first.

eventually after searching for a bit, you found a simple silky light pink-ish one and you headed towards the bathroom to get changed.

after you got changed, you looked into the mirror and fuck, this dress was perfect. you step out the bathroom and sit back on the bed to find another dress to wear, but before you could pick out one more, Caleb turned around and threw a shirt at your face.

"aye! what was that for!" you chuckle, removing the shirt off of your face and looked at Caleb, whos eyes were definitely not on yours.

you follow his gaze and they stop right where you expected.

your cleavage. what a fuckin' pervert.

"Caleb?"

"hm?"

"what are y-"

but Caleb doesn't let you speak. he throws another shirt at you before strutting his way to the bed and immediately climbed on top of you.

when you lifted the shirt off your face you were met with Calebs large figure shadowing over you. his eyes were filled with need and suddenly he lifted you off your back and placed you on his lap.

"this dress, pipsqueak..." he sighed, tracing his fingers along the curves of your figure, while also toying with the fabric bonding with your body.

"what 'bout it?" you tease, poking at his chest and that caused a desperate whimper to escape out of his lips. Calebs large hands mold around your hips and he flips you over, so now his chest was pressed against your back.

his fingers snake your whole body, and finally he made it to your breasts. with a quick movement he immediately cups his hands around them.

he toyed with your breasts, squeezing, pressing, pulling on them. all through the dress, and he was trying to hold himself back so, so bad but of course he couldn't.

"too pretty.." he mumbled and slid his fingers under the top part of your dress. his cold fingertips immediately make contact with your perked up nipple and he pinched and pulled at it, letting low, quiet moans escape your lips.

"Caleb.." you whisper, your voice laced with neediness. Caleb hums against your shoulder as the dress that was on you, was now almost about to slide off your body.

but Calebs movements didn't stop though, he continued to play with your tits like they were stress balls.

your head tilts back in pleasure as you felt arousal surging through you. Calebs rough lips start to leave kiss marks on your shoulder, and soon seek lower and lower on your body.

he removed his hands from your breasts and slid the remaining of your silky dress off, until you were left bare and exposed beneath him. a low whistle was heard from behind you and Caleb soon flipped you over until you were facing him.

he immediately eyes down your figure and his gaze lingers on your pussy for a second before he pushed you down, so that you were laying on your back.

Caleb grabs onto your ankles and wraps them around his hips, his fingers fumbled on his belt for a second and he took multiple tries to unbuckle it open and finally, when a click was heard he took the rest of his clothes off.

"I shouldn't had made you try the dresses huh?" Caleb mumbled, pressing his leaking tip with your already soaking entrance. you shook your head in response and a mocking chuckle was head from Caleb before he slowly, carefully, pushed himself deeper in you.

you felt like you were in heaven.

his perfectly molded cock stretched out your walls like it was used to it. you slowly rode yourself against Caleb, letting both you and him savour the slow undeniable pleasure rushing through both of you.

the sounds of both of your moans filled the room, you felt Calebs fingers wrap around your hips as he kept a firm grip on them, not quickening the pace in you at all. he needed to take this slowly, and perfectly.

"somethin' about that dress makes me...ngh feel like this?" Caleb mentions, his purple gaze continues to look down at you with love.

"I just don't know...if it was the dress." another deeper thrust was sent through you.

"or you."

you let out a loud moan when you felt Caleb push his full length in you and kept you there for a moment, just to stare into your eyes.

you stare up at Caleb with teary eyes as he continued to look down with you with only love filled in his eyes. "what d'ya think pipsqueak?" he asked.

"me, of course."

Caleb chuckled and shook his head, "of course it's you." he said, pulling himself halfway out of you and then slowly thrusting himself back and forth, seeking for release.

"cal- 'm gonna cum!" you whine, your fingertips digging in the bedsheet as you tried to ride yourself to release quicker. but Caleb hushes you pulls out.

"dont ride it out too fast," he frowned, pressing a finger against your twitchy clit, giving it a few rubs. you moan and tilt your head back in pleasure. Calebs fingers seek your soaking already stretched out cunt and slid a finger in as he stroked you in a slow, deliberate movement.

something about this felt way better than trying to release any quicker, you closed your eyes shut as he continued to lazily stroke you in a slow rhythm.

"'m close." you gasp out and Caleb nodded, still continuing his movements inside you. and then a wave of pleasure washed through you as you felt yourself reach climax.

a sigh left your lips when you felt Calebs fingers slide out of you and help you sit up on the bed.

"my turn now!" he chuckled.

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Caleb has a habit of cupping your pussy while you cuddle and you have a habit of using his hands to masturbate.

It’s not surprising once you and him made it official he finally started to not hold back , especially with touching.

He loves kissing you, holding your hand, embracing your body, even when you both are sitting together in a meeting or class his pinky wonders to yours to take hold.

There has not been a day that went by where it ends with his hands all over your body.

Some evening it’s just him spooning you with his hand in your shirt, but days like this where his hand is in your panties caused him to act differently.

For the past few weeks Caleb started to move his hands in between your thighs as yall slept. You didn’t mind his colder hands there seeing as the nights are getting longer and hotter. Eventually though you woke up to his hands deep in your panties.

He wasn’t fingering you, he was just…cupping it. Holding your cunt in his palm with the occasional rub from his thumb. It wasn’t….the worst thing though?

You and him did establish after getting more sexually intimate, that if you or him were to be asleep and the other was needy you could use each other.

Caleb personally hates the idea of “using you”, but he still agreed

He wasn’t fucking you at all though, you look through the small mirror across from you to see him comfortably sleep in your neck behind you, one of his arms being used as your personal pillow and the other in between your legs.

It was cute.

You never asked him about it nor questioned it. Waking up before him deemed difficult because you know he’s a light sleeper when it comes to you.

That’s when an ideal popped up.

You turn slightly over to where you could spread your legs wider while still being laid on your side. Your arm reaches over to glide on his scared arm and bicep to trace down to join his hand in your panties. That’s when you felt how wet you really were.

It wasn’t a surprise you were always most sensitive in the morning, so why not fix that release before getting the day started?

Your fingers laid on top of his and you pressed his middle and ring finger on your clit, circling it while carefully rolling your hips. The whole idea of using his hands to get off was actually turning you on more than you think.

His fingers were larger and longer than yours, it wasn’t long until you threw your head into your pillow to hum out in pleasure. Caleb still caught in his sleep didn’t seem to notice at all. His scent and breathing in your ear made you lose yourself a little.

Until his name slipped out your mouth.

“Ca—!!?”

“You’re so naughty.” His cold lips landed on your spine causing you to arch back, your hands stopped moving on its own while his kisses trailed from your back, shoulder, and neck, right at your sweet spot to assist you in finishing moaning his name. “Keep goin’….cum on my hand.”

“I’m so—-“

“Noooo.” He nips at your salty exposed skin, licking over it as an apology, “Cum on them and I’ll help you s’more…okay?”

You look up at the mirror, startled a little seeing that he was already looking right at you through the reflection, you continue.

It felt more erotic knowing you both were staring at each other while you use him to finger fuck yourself. You wanted him to get a full show so you kick off the remainder blanket, your panties practically wet and crumbled to the side your both your hands as you move his fingers to rub faster.

“Shit…” Caleb felt the blood rush to his dick, pressed against your lower back he all but moans in your ear. “You’re so sexy baby, please…please keep going…cum for me.”

Something about you using him riles him up that he gets hisself lost in a trance, grinding against you round ass as you reach closer and closer to your climax.

“Yes…yessss Caleb!” Your head falls back into his landing you right to be kissed as he lost his patience and took charge to rub faster shapes on your clit, sucking on your tongue while your body ruts into his hand.

He pulls back to see your flushed face, a spit trail tearing apart as you smile to cover your face in embarrassment.

“‘M sorry..”

“Don’t be.” He snickers getting up to reposition you on his chest. “I was hoping one day you’d finally put my hands to use.”

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2 minutes of Caleb fingering you and then fucking you.

Excluding bgm. All audio and sfx come from the game. No Ai. 🤤😏

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Begging Sylus to get you pregnant.

He’s just pounding into you, moaning softly into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. His moans are praises within itself—Sylus loved making you feel good, it makes him feel good.

You’ve been crying and drooling on his black bedsheets for hours now, clawing at the silk fabric because he hits that soft spot inside you your toys always seem to miss.

“Sylus!” You practically sob into his pillow as the tip of his cock kisses that spot that makes you see stars.

“Feel good, huh Sweetie?” Sylus will bite at your neck, leaving a light mark before sucking on your soft skin.

“Get me pregnant—” you’re incoherent, moaning and babbling whatever nonsense comes to mind.

“Pregnant?”

Sylus flips you over into missionary before thrusting back into your pussy—back into pure heaven.

“Need to have my baby, huh?” He moans. The thought makes all the blood in his body burn and go straight to his dick. “Gonna fill you up—give Luke and Kieran a little monster to watch over..”

You nearly scream as your orgasm washes over you—poor bullied cunt fluttering around his dick, making Sylus groan and cum, filling you to the brim.

“Such a good girl huh?” He kisses your shoulder gently.

You mumble nonsense into his chest.

It’s going to be a long night.

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[nsfw!] caleb cums inside you

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cw // NSFW. caleb loves when you control him.

caleb's a big man — in more ways than one. however, when he's near you? just an oversized ragdoll for you to manhandle as you please.

the first time he realized that, you were pointing at something for him to see. unfortunately, his attention was on something else, and after losing your patience, you tug at his necklace for him to lean down.

poor guy almost came on the spot. the action wasn't even remotely sexual, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough to boss him around, control him? oh that did caleb in.

somehow, you also caught on. his nervous smile and red ears were telltale signs that he was impacted, and boy, it was bound to be lots of fun for you.

so you tried it out more often. just some inconspicuous stuff to gauge his reactions! no harm in discovery, right?

when he was leaving for work, you'd roughly grab his face with one hand and bring him down to your level to press a kiss on his puckered lips. 

“have a lovely day at work, baby. go get 'em colonel!”

you spoke with the sweetest tone you could muster, and caleb's flushed face and lovestruck smile was a delight to see so early in the morning. wishing you a good day as well, he heads over to the fleet — only to find out he has a hard-on. caleb deals with it in his office, before heading out to train the cadets (who realize their ever so scary colonel is capable of sporting a smile).

the next instance was when you two were out and about in a supermarket, picking out the ingredients for hot pot tonight. you stare at caleb when an older gentleman heads your way with his cart, wobbling around — and a mischievous idea quickly forms in your head. you quickly tug caleb's arm, pressing his body against yours when you flash him a smile, “oops. a cart was headed your way. ”

the pilot can't maintain eye contact, his pants suddenly feeling way tighter than usual. you were going to be the death of him if you kept going, but caleb would be lying if he said that dying to your hands wasn't the best way to go.

the time that cemented it in both of your minds, though, was when you were straddling his lap and making out with him on the living room couch. caleb was taking over your mouth, kissing you like a starved man, and you desperately needed to catch your breath — so you tugged on his hair, hard, in order to separate him from your mouth.

his hips bucked up into yours when you did that, and as the realization hit him, a vicious red blush took over his face.

“fuck pips, you can't keep doing that.”

funnily enough, his words didn't exactly match his actions. when you tugged a little harder in response, his hands grabbed onto your hips and dragged you against his, your clothed core rubbing against his growing bulge. you moan against his ear when a sound between a whimper and a groan comes out of his mouth.

“hmm, but i think you love it, don't you?”

that might be the understatement of the century, caleb thinks. he doesn't just love it, he adores it when you play rough with him — so teasing and unfair, it makes him want to push your buttons, so you keep on doing it.

and that's exactly what he plans on doing when he throws you over his shoulder and starts walking towards the bedroom.

“i do. love it when you control me.”

🍎 pomme's notes — h.. hey.... alexa put on control me by colde....

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Like Me

Art Credit: 阿歆超级可爱

Genre: NSFW Menstruating Reader x Sylus

Warnings: Period sex, for those who menstruate, sex toy, p-in-v (toy), shower sex (Sylus’s damn shower is porn), mentions of blood, stimulation, marking.

Summary: You’re suffering with your impending period that you need some help. Self indulgent piece as well as an ask!

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Word count: 981 words

Notes: It's been a while and I'm sketchy. May edit later.

All rights reserved ©Sylusslittlekitten

“Kitten,” he coos as his fingers rap the bathroom door.

You’ve been in there a while. Sylus wasn’t even home when you went in for a long shower. Peering through the steam-covered door, he asks, “You ok in there?”

An exasperated groan escapes your throat. 

Frustrations can be heard through the air, pricking at Sylus’ ears. 

“I’m coming in,” he says as he slides the door open, stepping into the steam-filled bathroom, rolling his sleeves up as he pads across the tiles toward the walk-in shower. 

A smirk pulls across his face when he sees the suction cup fixed to the glass, “who’s your friend, sweetie?”

”Don’t tease, you haven’t been here,” you snap. Your face still blushed from your antics. Your head is pounding from pressure.

“Still not here?” He says tenderly as he steps barefoot into the shower, fully dressed.

”Sylus, your clothes!”

”Answer my question.”

”No, it’s not!”

He tucks your hair behind your ears, “and you’re sure you’re not…”

”Sylus, I know I’m not. I’ve just been stressed with work. I’ve had symptoms all week. This fucking headache is the worst. I just need a little help to get things going.”

Poor Sylus, he’s getting the brunt of your frustration, yet there he is, not minding a single ounce of it.

“From your little friend here?” He says as he flicks the toy, causing it to bounce.

”Well, you weren’t here and this was the only moment I had with no-one else in the house.”

He doesn’t need to ask to see how uncomfortable you are. There’s a clear mark on your stomach from a hot-water bottle and the furrowed creases on your forehead imply a headache nearing a migraine. Not to mention your rebuttal tone. He would never say that your discomfort shows, just act upon it.

”How can I help you?”

Your brain wracks through thoughts. Thinking of all the ways you need him.

But, thinking of you covering him was an instant turn-off.

”I know what I want, but don’t want you to be inside,”

He raises an eyebrow, “and why not?”

You make eye contact with him and turn away. While your period was yet to fully start, the thought of your blood covering him was too much to handle. No matter how much there was.

“Hey, you know I’ll respect your wishes sweetie,” he says, turning you by the chin to meet his gaze, “I’m just curious. Be honest.”

“Well, I’m just uncomfortable about the blood.”

“As if that matters, you’ve seen me covered in blood before.”

”Not mine,” you pause, “it’s not the same.”

Suddenly, he just gets it. It’s not the intimacy of it. It’s not the fact it's blood.

It’s the fact it’s yours.

Reassuringly, he caresses your curves.

”So, tell me kitten, how do you want me to help?” he says, adjusting the overhead shower to a warm mist.

”How could your little friend not satisfy you?” he whispers against your neck. Backing you up slowly against the glass.

”Is it because he couldn’t do this?” his teeth sinking into that sweet spot, filling your nerves with adrenaline. Coursing through your body to the places you need it. 

Your toy rests between your thighs, Sylus angling the tip to graze against your folds, bumping your clit with the gentle motion. His hand on your hip guiding you, slowly. His tongue caressing the mark he just made, pressing the bruise deliciously.

His lips find yours and you engulf him hungrily. A battle of teeth and tongue - full of need.

“I missed you” you chant between breaths.

“Is that so?” he hums, “even with your friend?”

“It’s not you. You’re irreplaceable.”

“Hmmmm?” he glances down, angling the toy to glide inside before meeting your gaze, watching your face as he guides you down its length, “maybe I should make one of mine.”

As you bottom out, the cool glass hits your ass cheeks and your breathy exhale shows Sylus you need to pause. Let you get accustomed to the intrusion. Capturing your lips, he’s more gentle than before, as he waits for you to move. 

As soon as you begin to move, Sylus lets you take control. You guide yourself back and forth.

“May I?” he queries, his fingers resting on your mound, waiting for your permission. 

You look at him, with slight concern in your eyes.

“Only here. Just where you’re sensitive. I promise.”

You nod, but he doesn’t move. 

“Kitten, I need to hear it. Words please.”

“Please Sylus, I need you.”

Your clit is so swollen Sylus has no problem finding it, (not that he ever has an issue), matching your rhythm, circling it with the pad of his fingers. You’re so close. The buzzing in your head is releasing, and tension builds in your stomach - so close to snapping.

Your face is so fucked out. Eyes blown. Cheeks and ears glowing red. He cant wait to do this again with you. 

Kneeling down he latches onto your breast. His tongue flicking over your nipple sends shockwaves through your body. Moans escape your throat, flooding the shower with your need.

Looking at him kneeling before you while fucking yourself on your toy is a sight to behold.

This tall, broad, delicacy of a man.

His white shirt now see-through. 

His trousers doing nothing to hide his erection. You’ll make it up to him later.

His silvery hair stranding and wet, as his eyes look up at you. 

Engulfing you. 

Speaking to you. 

Telling you to let go.

His eye contact is the last thing you need.

Your body slams against the glass and stills as you shudder.  The pleasure peaks and races throughout your body as you tip yourself over the edge.

Your body finally relaxes, but Sylus is there to hold you. He presses you up against his body, your face in his chest.

Damn, he smells so good.

He grabs the hand-held shower, angling it behind you. Washing the toy and glass from anything you may have left behind. Keen to clean it up before you feel any embarrassment. Before you’re tempted to look.

In one swift motion, the shower is turned off and he grabs a bath sheet from the rack. He wraps you entirely before carrying you out of the shower bridal style.

His clothes are soaked-through, leaving footprints all over the carpet as he carries you toward the dressing room.

“Now then sweetie, before I get you dressed, what shall I order? Nuggies?”

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cw — pussy eating, pet names, caleb is a german shepard, uhhh idk what this is. soft sex soon guys pls 😓😓 fluff here n another smut here!

puppydog!caleb who begssss for a taste :(

“c-c’mon, pips, honey, baby, please? jus’ one time, and then i’ll leave you alone, i swear.”

and he looks so pathetic there, too — big, violet eyes peering up at you from between your legs, tail thumping on the rug behind him, furry ears pinned flat against his dark brown hair.

you’ve always been a sucker for cute things. how could you say no to a face like that?

a sigh blows past your pretty lips, and you roll your eyes. “okay, okay, fine.”

and caleb beams, ears perking up and tail swishing. “thank you, sweetness. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

oh, but you should’ve known caleb was lying.

because, i mean, get real. did you seriously expect him to stop after one orgasm?

he hasn’t been between those plush thighs in weeks, hasn’t felt them practically crushing his skull and jumbling his thoughts. it’s criminal to deprive him like this — call it animal neglect.

two big hands keep your legs spread apart and that delicious pussy on display for him. it’s so beautiful — he’s never seen one better.

well, he’s never seen one at all, save for the occasional porn video, but that doesn’t really count, does it? and he spent more of that time imagining it was yours rather than the girl on screen.

he’s snatched from his thoughts when you tug on his hair, pulling his face closer to that sopping mess, even as you whine for him to stop.

“c-caleb, you said just — fuck! — o-one.”

. . did he?

whoops.

a throaty chuckle reverberates against your poor labia, sending vibrations right up to your puffy clit, and you choke on a moan. “i meant one session, pipsqueak.” slurp. “‘s not my fault if ya took it wrong.”

your nails dig into his scalp, like you’re punishing him, and caleb barely stifles a whimper, his cock giving a nice twitch and a spurt of pre cum to add to the already massive stain in his briefs.

“no, you didn’t! you— ngh . . liar.”

his grin only grows wider.

you can call him whatever you want. he’ll let you call him a liar for the rest of his damn life if it means you’ll keep letting him touch you like this.

after all, what’s a few harsh, empty protests from you when caleb really knows how you feel?

how your cunt clenches down around his tongue, which you swear has gotten longer since the start of his little predicament, how your thighs squeeze and tremble around his head, greedily holding him in place, the way your moans grow more wanton and feverish in pitch . .

he’s going to get you to cum again.

when does he not?

“give it t’me, honey, thaaat’s it,” he coos, and that praise goes right to your head (and your pussy!).

you really don’t know how caleb got so good at this. he says he hasn’t been with anyone else, and you believe him, but . .

oh, there is no way he can be this good at pussy eating and you two have only done so occasionally.

but who are you to complain? he’s always been skilled, practically a natural at everything. this shouldn’t (and isn’t) an exception.

“ohh, i’m gonna cum—” you keen, back curving into the most delicious arch, and caleb only picks up his pace, licking and sucking, devouring every centimeter of your pussy he can.

he’s a man-dog starved, and you are the only thing that can satisfy him.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking and thick tongue swirling while his fingers release your thigh and gather up a lewd mixture of his spit and your essence so that he can plunge two inside far enough to curl right at that spongey spot.

and you fall.

swollen lips parted in a silent ‘O’, one hand fisting the sheets while the other yanks at his hair. your legs quiver at each side of his head, and your hips should be too tired to even move, but they’re bucking into his face, grinding up like you’re trying to suffocate him.

though, in caleb’s opinion, this isn’t a bad way to go out. one of the best ways, actually.

he only pulls his face back when he’s positively sure you’re done, and he licks his lips. tasty.

he shifts up, so that he can see that fucked-out expression, eyes glassy and face flushed. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, and a hand comes up to push your hair back so he can lavish your face in kisses and licks.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

you let out a tiny whine that breaks off into a yawn, and caleb’s smile softens. “yer pretty, too,” you mumble.

he snorts. “you’re prettier.”

your brows draw together. “nuh-uh.”

“yuh-huh.”

“nuh-uh!”

a thick finger flicks your forehead. “go to bed, pipsqueak.”

pregnant sex w puppy!caleb soon perchance.. also i might start back doing gradients but idk 🪫 ts kinda hard

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thinking about dick grayson taking ur virginity for the first time and he’s trying so so hard to be soft and gentle but you’re just so tight and wet and he’s throwing his head back and groaning while praying to god he doesn’t hurt you as he talks you through it. “i know baby i know that was a stretch wasn’t it? but i promise it’ll feel so good, you’re doing so good for me/ aren’t you? my sweet thing.”

goodnight

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Doghouse

dick grayson x afab!reader

aka dick’s in trouble…

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, implied smut, discussion of sex

“Baby…”

You don’t look up from your book as you hum, “Hm?”

“You’re being mean,” he pouts from the end of the couch.

You purse your lips. “If I am, you deserve it.”

His head lulls backwards pathetically, “I don’t deserve this. No one deserves this.”

You ignore him, scanning over the words littering the page with little thought.

He takes your lack of response as an invitation to climb up the couch a bit, just close enough that he can nibble kisses at your neck.

“Come on, I’ll make it up to you,” he promises.

You roll your eyes, flipping to the next page in your book as his hands feel up your waist. He’s apologized a few times already, but you’re not ready to let it go. He’d bailed last minute on your date nights one too many times and you’ve had enough. So if no sex is the only thing that seems to get his attention, no sex it is. You’re not mad, not really, but if you can give him a taste of the neglect you’ve been feeling, well…

He continues despite the lack of acknowledgement, pestering on. “This is deprivation of nourishment.”

All in all, he’s really not putting up his best argument. He could be doing better work, much better work, and you’re certainly not going to let him off so easily.

“I don’t care.” You move the book you’re not really reading up higher, removing him from your line of sight.

Sensing the challenge, he takes the book from your hands, tossing it blindly out of reach. It lands with an unflattering thump on the hardwood. You gawk at him, but he doesn’t notice, too busy minding his own motivating force.

He pulls you further down the couch, so he’s face level with your stomach. The top of his hair tickles you as he kisses below your navel, hands holding you in place firmly by your waist.

“Baby,” he murmurs against your skin, dragging his lips over. “Please, please let me eat you out.”

You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at the wall.

He rests his chin gently over your stomach, peering up at you with puppy dog eyes. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

This pushes him to borderline pouting, huffing, “Come on, you’re not having any fun like this either.”

Yeah, but it’s more torturous for him than it is for you.

His lips edge at the seam of your underwear, and his fingers hook under the elastic as he looks up at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath upon the sight, steeling yourself.

“No.”

He lets out an honest to God groan and drops his forehead against your stomach, whining.

You push him off of you, though he does most of the work of shifting his weight for you. You stand up from the couch and retrieve your book from its place on the floor, flipping through it to refind your page as you move for the bedroom door.

“You’re gonna leave me like this?” he calls out at you, watching you leave.

You shrug, “Take care of it yourself.”

“Myself?” He gapes, like he’s shocked at the audacity of the suggestion.

He stands up quickly, scrambling after you into your room.

He watches as you plop down onto the bed, pretending like you’ve got the concentration to keep on reading.

He pouts in the doorway, both surprised and annoyed with your commitment to making him suffer.

At this point he can take care of you better than he can take care of himself, and God knows he prefers to. So it’s bordering on inconceivable that you could have gotten so mad at him as to take away his privileges to do his very favorite thing in the world.

So he snatches your book straight from your hands again—just as you’d found the right page, too—and holds it up high.

“Dick Grayson!”

You swat at him and try to grab it back, but he’s too quick and too tall.

You kneel on the bed, reaching up in a fruitless effort before you drop your arm at your side, glaring.

He raises his chin, silently imploring you.

“Talk to me.”

You roll your eyes, “I am talking to you. I’m not sleeping with you—”

He shakes his head, “No, you’re still mad.”

“And you think this is what’s gonna help?”

He throws his head back. “You’re killing me,” he whines.

“Good.”

“What’s the plan here? Neither of us get to come ever again?”

You all but throw your head back, “I think it’s pretty fucking bold of you to assume that I rely exclusively on you to come.”

He levels you with a look.

“You do though.”

You gape at him. He says it with such self-assurance, so matter-of-fact that it’s not even a joke. And you know what? Yeah, he’s right you do, but you are nowhere near ready to give him the satisfaction.

So, you did something that you knew would piss him off.

“I—” you pause. “Fine.”

You dip your hand underneath your waistband, prepared to prove your fucking point.

“Don’t—” he bats your hand away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He gawks at you, keeping an arm between your hand and your body. “That’s my job.”

You push his arm, with minimal real effort. “It’s my body!”

“You really don’t want me to touch you? Really?”

He levels you with that look he knows you can’t rebound from, giving you no room to squirm away.

Your chin lowers out of pure habit and your mouth shuts. He takes the opportunity to drop the book on the bed, scooping up both your wrists in one go. He pulls them up above your head and holds you against the bedroom wall.

“What can I do?” he asks lowly, face only inches from yours.

You glare at him, not trying to escape his hold.

“You can fuck off.”

“I’m serious,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

You raise your eyebrows as to say, ‘yeah, I am too, buddy.’

“I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me have my girl.”

You tug your hands out of his grasp, and he lets you without complaint.

You huff, looking at him.

“You have to take me out on a date tom—a real date—tomorrow night, the whole night, flowers and everything.”

He’s nodding along with your words eagerly, terms he couldn’t be happier to agree to.

“Even if some vigilante shit comes up—”

“Of course, of course.”

“…and do what you said before,” you say, quieter.

“What did I say before?” he asks, like he truly can’t remember.

“Dick,” you warn.

He smiles, perfectly content to let you off easy.

He leans forward, kissing you deeply but with an air of sweetness.

“I’m sorry I missed our date, pretty girl. I’m so sorry.”

Your shoulders noticeably relax and you take a deep breath, nodding.

“Yeah,” he says as he kneels down on the ground. He grins up at you as he hooks your leg over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of my baby, of course I will.”

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