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sstarmarket · 3 months ago

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18+ NSFW CALEB HEADCANON, HEAR ME OUT! IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING DO NOT TOUCH THIS WITH A 90-FOOT-POLE

ALSO I SOUND LIKE A MADMAN BUT HEAR ME OUT OK JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT--

caleb gets worse and more depraved the longer sex goes on

HEAR ME OUT. JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT.

The more he has you, the less restraint he has. by the time you're spent, he's PROBABLY STILL GOING SO LONG AS YOU DON'T ASK HIM TO STOP OR YOU DO NOT USE THE SAFE WORD (he abides by safe word and is heavy on consent, never assume otherwise)

It'll start with him on top of you, probably being rough (because let's be so real here Caleb is a freak and you are too), doing the usual, he'd encourage you to squirt, to cum, he'd whisper how filthy you are and how you're so perfect for him. he'll ask if you're aware about the size difference between you and him and how he could easily crush you, how he could ruin you for anyone else (oh but you would like that, wouldn't you baby? is probably what he'd ask)

I'M SAYING HE GETS WORSE AS TIME GOES ON. LET ME COOK HERE—HE GETS EXPONENTIALLY WORSE AND MORE UNHINGED THE LONGER THE SEX CONTINUES.

you think you're getting overstimulated? man's trying to get his cock milked over and over again, he's AIMING to be overstimulated. he wants to feel the warmth, the tightness, he wants to merge your flesh into one because HE IS THAT OBSESSED WITH YOU—

at some point he'd lose it entirely, start rambling about other things you could do.

"want me to tie you up, huh? use that little baton from when we first reunited, that thing in interrogations? oh you want that soooo bad don't you? want a collar around your little neck, want me to leash you and drag you around the room? you want me in uniform, want me to be gloved, spank you for misbehaving? how about i use my evol, fuck you against the wall, the ceiling? zero gravity even, drag you down on my cock? or maybe you wanna resonate, huh? wanna hear the disgusting things i think about, feel the way i feel whenever i thrust in and out of you?"

YEAH HE RAMBLES MORE THE LONGER THE SEX GOES ON. BECAUSE HE'S LOSING HIS GODDAMN MIND.

like he will start spouting out the most depraved thoughts he has of you the longer it goes, confessions spilling from his mouth. he's good at restraining, really, he is, but the longer he's inside you, the more of you he's tasted, THAT MAN? GONE. RESTRAINT? BYEEEEEEE

because you feel so good, and now his moans are turning into full on whimpers, and the moment you start seeming tired, and the moment he knows you've been going for WAY TOO LONG, he'll start bargaining

"I promise this'll end in seven minutes, just seven more minutes, need seven more minutes in heaven with you please please, please just please—"

and then when you PASS that seven minute mark (he's so invested), he finally becomes so whiny and apologizing

"I'm a filthy dog, they're right, I'm a disgusting mutt, I'm a beast, I'm a gross pervert, all I want is to take you and break you and rebuild you and mold you, I want you all to myself, I want to keep you here forever and fuck you like this forever, fuck, I'm a selfish disgusting bastard, I can't—"

he'll start raving on and on about how addicted he is, how he can't live without you, how you feel so good that he can't breathe, how he wants to stay right there with you, never leave, keep you there, breed you, and how he knows that he's a gross, disgusting pervert who's so honed in on fucking you out of your mind because it feels too good, he loves you so much, he needs you, he CRAVES you, but he's such a disgusting person and you're a divine being that's giving a sinner like him a chance--

Promise when he comes down from his high or you say the safe word that he'll return to normal and probably regret pushing it too far, ask if he did too much, etc.

he'll give you aftercare, he'll help you if you feel wobbly, he'll apologize over and over again for pushing your limits, say that you did so well and thank you for putting up with him...

...just... just know if you encourage him he will get even worse and you are in trouble

This man needs to be restrained and he would gladly BE restrained cuz the moments restraints are off and he gets a piece of you, KNOW HE WILL GET EXPONENTIALLY WORSE

(and if you're into that you should rile him up actually)

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sstarmarket · 3 months ago

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Caleb is so big.

He’s balls deep in your poor cunt, going for so long you’re squirting with every thrust, soaking your bedsheets. You’re moaning incoherently as his cock bullies your cervix and stroked your gummy walls with unrelenting fervor.

He’d walked in your bedroom around 10:30 ish to check on you, and found you crying on your little pink dildo, because it just wasn’t enough. Caleb had grinned, showing his own was the same color before tossing it into your trash can and pulling off his sweats.

Now he’s pounding your sweet, soaked pussy—you’re just as tight and perfect as he’d imagined you’d be. Your cute face is all scrunched up as you whimper and cry because his dick is just so damn big, and he’s already made your poor overstimulated pussy cum twice.

He loves the view of your thighs over his shoulders, watching how some of his sperm squelches out of you with every deep thrust.

Your poor pink bunny bedsheets are soaked with cum and sweat, and your poor plushies must be horrified.

Caleb sees that hazy little look in your eyes, admiring the trail of tears traveling down your cheeks because your sweet body ‘couldn’t take it’. He was certain you liked it since you’d blatantly refused to say your safe word.

Your sweet cries increase as he begins a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your ass—the wet, lewd sounds filling your bedroom are just so perverted. You moan as Caleb twists one of your nipples in his mouth, leaving hickey after hickey on your soft skin. He moans pretty, too, about hour perfect you are. Swears pour from his mouth as his thrusts become sporadic and jerky, before he moans and bites your neck, his biceps curling around your hips and shoulders as he fucks his second load deeper into you.

His beautiful girl.

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sstarmarket · 3 months ago

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that boy is a monster !

cw. smut, wolf!caleb, bunny!reader, unprotected, p i v, brief headlock, knotting, pet names (honey, princess, pipsqueak) caleb is rough, both of them r freaky and crazy for each other, breeding sorta, use of gege n meimei, soft towards the end, uhh caleb cries idk

wc. 2.3k+

a/n. uh this was supposed to be longer but the old draft was js dragging on so here it is! a genius req by lovely anon, i hope i did ur req justice if not pls don't send me to the gulliotines 😓 ALSO yes ik this is ooc for him but also i kinda dgaf. any n all interactions is loved n appreciated!!

wolf!caleb who is nothing like your sweet puppy.

that caleb is kind and gentlemanly, holding you gently and slathering you in soft, adoring kisses and licks. that caleb kisses the very ground you walk on, wags his tail at every praise or gorgeous smile thrown his way, and begs to eat you off the bone.

he puts your pleasure first and foremost, always heeding your instructions when you tell him to slow down or speed up. he lets you come to him first, he lets you put the collar around his neck and tell him to be a “good boy” with red cheeks and bright eyes.

but this caleb, the one that’s pistoning into you from behind, thick bicep and forearm squeezing your head, does absolutely none of that.

“ungh, caleb, s-slow down—”

another protest from you, one he promptly shuts up with a rough snap of his hips and a flex of his arm. your breath catches in your tightening throat, and tears pool in your hazy eyes as your fingers scrabble at the sheets for purchase.

“you’d wanted this, remember?” caleb whispers in your ear, voice ragged and dangerously low. “goin’ on and on about how you wanted to see what changed and why i’m so different.”

admittedly, it was a little agitating.

not that he was irritated with you, per se, but more with your naivety. did you really, honest to god think that caleb was strictly submissive? that he’d always obey you, never think to unlatch the collar from ‘round his throat, never take off the rose-tinted sunglasses and realize that there is so much more?

you are no fool. surely you knew that your weak charade wouldn’t last for long, no?

you’ve been hiding his keys — tucking them into some niche, undiscovered cranny of his own fucking home. when you two go into public and there’s a group of women staring far too long at him, your bright mood sours, and you spend the rest of your vacation with him inside.

(you would hate to know the sort of looks he gets when he goes to the gym.)

you’ve even gotten to the point where you use facial recognition and scan his face while he’s sleeping to go through his phone. just to make sure there isn’t anyone willing to cut his leash and let him run free.

and, y’know, caleb has to applaud you. seriously. if he were any dumber, he might’ve kept those glasses on, might’ve let himself fall so far into you that there was just no way out.

as a matter of fact, he would have.

but he can’t keep you safe that way.

he has to be the one putting a collar around your delicate neck, keeping you within his own, hand-crafted sanctuary and never letting you leave, because you are far too kind.

if caleb ever expressed the want to be free, then you would let him. you would settle for being just friends with him, just being the colonel’s meimei.

and he couldn’t do that, not again. he’s already spent over two decades of his life just being your gege — now that he has you and that you have him, why would he ever allow you to let go?

no. no, he is yours, you are his, and that is something caleb will never, ever let change again.

this is how caleb has always been, underneath that docile facade.

it takes a manipulator to know a manipulator, as they say.

with every brutal thrust of his hips, his heavy balls slap against your puffy clit, drawing a broken whine from your throat and loosening the knot in your gut.

nothing about this should turn you on.

it’s disgusting and taboo and gross, letting caleb fuck you like a cheap, inflatable sex doll. he should be treating you with love and kindness, worshipping every inch of your body and murmuring sweet, reverent praises into your floppy bunny ears.

and he has. caleb has made love to you more times than you can even count — the quiet summer nights in the backyard on a red checker blanket or the early winter mornings where your sweet pussy has kept his cock warm all throughout the night.

you love those. you cherish those.

but you also like when he gets rough, when that sweet, prince charming mask slips just a bit, and his grip on you is a little too tight in public, or he’s staring at you a little too long when the both of you are supposed to be asleep, hands wandering dangerously close to your boy shorts.

that caleb gets your blood pumping, mind racing and pussy throbbing.

“maybe — s-shit — i was never different, pips. maybe i was always like this, always wanting to fuck ya dumb, and you just didn’t know.”

his hot, sweaty chest is pressed against your back, heart pounding in time with yours, and the delicious coolness of his necklace sends a shiver right up your spine.

your abused walls clench down on the veiny girth of his dick, and caleb groans, a loud sound that filters directly into your ear and makes your open mouth water even more.

drool trickles past your swollen lips and out the corners of your mouth, running down your chin and onto the bicep that’s tantalizingly close to cutting off your airflow.

he chuckles and cranes forward a little, enough to lick the spit and tears from one side of your face. “greedy lil’ thing. always bitin’ off more than you can chew, and then runnin’ to me to complain about it.”

it’s funny how some things never change. you used to do the same thing when the two of you were younger, too.

“caleb, can you finish my burger? i don’t want it.”

“caleb, go on the rollercoaster with me? please? it’s scary.”

“caleb, do you have some gold? i lost a bet . .”

caleb, caleb, caleb.

he will never grow tired of you saying his name, whether it be in the throes of pleasure or the depths of despair. if you can say his name, then you’re alive, you’re safe, and that’s all he can want from you.

that’s all he needs.

you, of course, want to protest. even when his bulbous tip is battering against your cervix, you want to defend your dignity. “i-i don’ . . i don’t do that, hah—!”

a pause, and his hips slow, just a little, big, fluffy ears drooping. “. . no?”

he’s moving before you can even manage a quip. caleb leans back, his arm deserting your face before his claws wrap around your ears, yanking them like reins while his other hand digs into the fat of your hip.

the most pathetic of squeaks falls out of that pretty mouth, and caleb grins — which, really, is more him bearing those pearly white canines than actually smiling.

you don’t get the chance to adjust to the stinging pain of him tugging on both your sensitive ears and your scalp before he’s slamming home again and scrambling your thoughts.

“what did i tell ya about lyin’, honey? your gege always knows the truth. ‘m n-not one of your friends you gotta pretend around,” he sneers, an odd mixture of ecstasy and disdain underlying his playful tone. “just be honest wimme and save us both the— o-oh fuck . . the time.”

your eyes hopelessly slide into the back of your skull, and his hold on your ears is the only reason you’re somewhat upright. your thighs tremble, legs practically noodles attached to your torso, and the need to cum again is almost reaching its limit.

you don’t even know how many orgasms it’s been, brain far too scrabbled and focused on caleb to worry about something so trivial. caleb has turned you every which fucking way but loose, making you cum on his clothed thigh, then his fingers, then his mouth, and, most recently, his cock.

a creamy ring of white encircles his swollen base, a beautiful testament to all the work he’s put into claiming your body, and he’s not going to stop until you’re nice and swollen with a pair of twins. or triplets.

bunnies are prone to having lots of kids, and caleb has no doubts about his fertility.

you’d be such a good mama. he knows it.

your hips wriggle back in a weak attempt to meet his, and he coos.

oh, his desperate girl, constantly wanting to milk him dry.

since you want more of his dick so bad, he guesses he has no choice but to indulge you. you just never learn.

caleb tightens his grip on your fluffy ears as his hips smack into the jiggling fat of your ass. there’s barely any pauses between them, a consistent ovation like your body is applauding him for fucking you so good, for treating you so right. “w-where’s that — ngh — smart fuckin’ mouth, princess? huh? haven’t shot a load down y-yer throat yet, so there’s no, mm, excuse why ya can’t talk.”

you swear you try to talk — the sentence forms in your hazy mind and everything — but all that comes out is a long moan, some sort of jumbled praise that has caleb snarling.

he tugs your ears, and more tears pour down your cheeks. “try again.”

“ow, mmngh!”

caleb tuts, and this time you’re prepared for the punishing tug. “third time’s the charm, honey.”

your throat works to swallow down all the saliva that’s pooled into your mouth, lubricating your dry throat. “cum— i w’na cum! ah, fuuckk, ‘m gonna cum, caleb, mmph—”

of course you are.

he’s noticed the trembling in your legs, the constant fluttering of your stretched hole around his shaft, how difficult it is for you to stop moaning long enough to get coherent words out.

and despite the haze in your mind, you know caleb is just as close. no amount of stoicism can hide the tightening of his breeder balls or the slight whine underneath the rugged gruffness in his voice. his pace is sloppy — he isn’t even punishing you by pulling out all the way anymore, just sharp, full thrusts that smooch your cervix and strike your g-spot every time.

“there w-we go, that’s what — ooh, shiiit — i wanna hear from my pretty girl. k-keep talkin’, and we can . . we can cum together, alright?”

he lets go of your ears just to wrangle you onto your back, pushing your knees up to your ears and making them pop. the new position has you feeling all thick, nine inches of your boyfriend’s (and future baby daddy’s) cock like it’s molded itself to your insides, all deep and snug in your tummy.

your hands slide up his arms so that your nails can dig into his back, leaving long, thin red lines like a personal brand. “y’re soo deep, o-oh my god—”

the praise does exactly what you expect it to do, and you hear his tail thump happily against the bed, brows drawing together in pleasure.

“cum with me, caleb. f-fill . . fill me up, breed me, ngh, do w-whatever—”

you don’t have to tell him twice.

it only takes a few more sloppy, frenzied thrusts from caleb to push you both over the edges, a scream of his name and a whimper of yours following after.

you’re squirting, juices spraying all over the sheets and his abs and that almost curly patch of dark hair right above his swelling knot.

it trickles down as caleb literally trembles with the force of his own orgasm, thick, goopy spurts endlessly filling up your empty womb and precious cunt. combined with the fact he’s impossibly deep inside of you, your stomach bulges, just a little, like it’s trying to tease him.

just as cheeky as ever, even unknowingly.

your worn-out body flops back against the soft mattress, and caleb slumps against you, thick arms wrapping around your smaller frame.

he holds you close, chest to chest, heart to heart, as he lathers you in those familiar licks and kisses, the ones that are full with unwavering infatuation and affection.

he knows he’s supposed to be the big bad wolf, but he can’t help but revert back. you deserve princess treatment, because that’s what you are: his princess. his honey, his pipsqueak, his everything.

you are what gets him up in the mornings. you are what guides him home after long, grueling expeditions. you are what he fights for, what he kills for, what he lives for.

you are his northern star, his evangeline.

tears blur his vision, and he tucks his face further into your neck, nuzzling against marked skin as his chest squeezes.

even post-orgasm and in the low, warm light of his bedroom, you can see caleb’s broad shoulders shaking. is he . .

“caleb?” you call, voice raspy but soft, filled to the brim with concern he sometimes thinks he doesn’t deserve. “are you okay? was that too much?”

he immediately shakes his head, and his fur tickles your skin. “i just . . fuck, you’re perfect.”

and caleb doesn’t think those words do you any justice. you’re so much more than perfect, so much more than the human language could ever be capable of describing that it gnaws at him to not be able to express it to you through words.

that’s what his body is for.

he sniffles and pulls back to look at you, big hands holding himself up off of you and glassy sunset eyes locked onto yours. “i . . i love you so much.”

he probably says it more than enough, but he’ll never grow tired of saying it either. finally being able to properly express his love for you through words, and not small actions that you seemingly didn’t ever pick up on is beyond freeing, like someone lifted a boulder off of his back.

you smile, gentle hands coming up to cup that flushed face, and your thumb brushes away the tears that have fallen free from his waterline. “i love you, too.”

til death do we part.

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sstarmarket · 3 months ago

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cw // suggestive. caleb likes to catch a glimpse of your panties.

after you and caleb started dating, he got comfortable real fast.

physical touch with him was always something you were used to, and that didn't change at all. always hugging, always holding hands, always laying your legs on his lap. it was the usual, really.

of course, kissing was new though — caleb was your first kiss back in high school, but the two of you never spoke of it again (although you're both grateful you were each other's firsts). you got used to that quickly, too, giving his lips a quick peck before he left for work or kissing him more deeply when he had to spend some time away from you in the deepspace tunnel.

what caleb got comfortable doing (and what you were still not used to), though, was lifting your damn skirt. his gravity evol was useful, don't get me wrong! he'd catch plates before they dropped to the floor, or he'd make the tv remote float towards you when you were too cozy beneath the covers to get up.

but that damn pilot made you reenact marilyn monroe's flying skirt scene every single time you walked past him. and every single time, he'd just offer you a smug smile and a comment along the lines of “cute apple pattern, pips", while dodging the hits you were determined to land with a boyish laugh.

unbeknownst to you, he was cataloging your panties in his mind, and he had his favorites — the purple lacy ones being at the top of the list (which he definitely planned on stealing later, but you didn't need to know that).

what can he say? turns out golden retriever caleb is nothing but a nasty dog.

(w)oof!

🍎 pomme's final notes — alexa put on sir mix-a-lot's nasty dog 🐕

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sstarmarket · 4 months ago

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Instead of an angel and demon on your shoulders, you have Statler and Waldorf from the Muppets. They don't advise you on your choices or anything; they just make heckling comments about you and everything/everyone around you.

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sstarmarket · 4 months ago

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SHH... WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT.

nsfw (18+). includes fingering, breast play, dirty talk, huge cock, unprotected sex, creampie, fwb relationship (it's pretty obvious you like each other tho), mentions of your first time experience with caleb (and other times after that), having sex when another person is just a few rooms away, too much cum, slight praise kink. filthy, filthy, filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“Shh... you don't want Gran hearing us, do you?”

You're covering your mouth to stifle your whimpers, but there's no hiding the wet squelches beneath the blanket. You wrap your hand around Caleb's flicking wrist, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt. When he adds another digit, a loud cry of his name is pulled out of you.

Caleb presses a soft kiss against your nape. You're both turned on your sides, your back against his solid chest. “As much as I like hearing you say my name, it'd be a problem if someone came to interrupt us. Remember the last time?”

The last time he's referring to is your risky tryst from a few days back; Caleb joined you in your bath, claiming he wants to “wash your back” for you. As expected, 20% of your time was spent in a relaxing soak where he massaged your shoulders and washed your hair, and the remaining 80% was spent with his head between your legs, coaxing out wave after wave of cum with his fingers and tongue.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

��You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths. “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.

“Not full enough, baby.” Caleb peppers your face with kisses. It is then that you realize—with no small amount of fear and arousal—his cock hasn't softened at all. “I still have a lot to give you.”

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sstarmarket · 4 months ago

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YOU'RE MINE.

nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically ‘testing caleb's patience: the fic’, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.

“It's a waste,” you'd always say. “You might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.”

And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, “Though most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.”

You usually don't heed his warnings—Caleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.

...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. “Nn— hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?”

You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. “C'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.

“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”

Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”

Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”

Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”

The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”

He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.

He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”

“Ah, ah, Caleb!”

You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”

He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”

“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”

Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”

“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”

Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”

“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”

You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”

The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.

“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”

He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.

“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”

“Haa... haa...”

Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.

“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”

He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.

“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”

Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.

“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”

He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.

He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”

Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”

He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.

“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.

You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”

He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”

“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”

He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”

You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.

“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”

He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”

“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”

You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”

His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”

He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.

“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”

His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”

“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!”

“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”

His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”

He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”

“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.

Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.

“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”

Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. “Anything for the girl I love.”

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sstarmarket · 4 months ago

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"I've got a feeling that now my hair's changed, you're going to start braiding it next."

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sstarmarket · 5 months ago

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normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx

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sstarmarket · 5 months ago

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Dumb Little Thing | Mike Schmidt

☆ : dumbification(hopefully, it's my first time writing for this kink), overstimulation, cockwarming, creampie, hinted/mentioned multiple orgasms, very brief but also cnc if u squint, mentioned foreplay, dom!mike schmidt,

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It's not often that Mike gets a day off, working countless overtime shifts in order to make ends meet.

When he finally catches a break, he's using that time to blow off steam, letting out all his frustrations by using you.

With your face pressed into the matress, your back arched, and moans muffled into the fabric of the sheets, he had it. Your hole is clenching tightly around his cock, milking him for all the cum he could give possibly give you.

"Fuuuckkkk, Miikkeeee....!" You cried, whimpering out as you couldn't form any other words, your mind was practically scrambled as Mike continued to fuck his cock deeper into your cunt. His tip continued to nudge your cervix. He was so deep inside he almost had the air in your lungs knocked out. You wanted to beg for more, for him to go faster, but all that came out was a mewl and whine.

"Yeah? Can't say shit?"

He slapped your thigh, a pink print left behind while he grabbed your hair and tugged on it. Your legs were shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up, your back pressed up against his chest. He starts kissing your neck, his hands groping whatever they could reach. His fingers eventually make it to your nipples, playing with them as the movements of his hips moving start up again.

Your own hips ache with the positions he's had you in, your stomach dips as his fingers eventually reached your pussy. Your clit is overly sensitive from earlier foreplay, you almost fall forward as he starts to play with it.

"M-.. Mike-! Mike..!" You want to say something, you want him to fuck harder and faster, you want him to make you cum, but you can't make out words as your own breathing picks up a faster pace.

Your cum and slick allows for his cock to glide in and out so smoothly, the angle at which he has you in only intensifies the amount of pleasure he's giving you.

"You dumb little thing.." He groans out, seeing how fucked out he has you, how stupid you've become on his cock. "So fucked out on my dick, aren't you?", he whispered into your ear.

You can't even say anything other than his name as you're reaching another climax, pussy throbbing around his dick.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, pushing you onto the mattress, your chest hitting the bed, face into the sheets again. All you could do was let out a muffled cry, the overstimulation was reaching a peak within you, it was painful but overpowered by the sensation of pleasure. It was an overwhelming feel, but you needed it, you craved it because you didn't know when the next time would come.

"Oh, you dirty girl." Mike groans, you came, pussy spasms around his length. All strength in your body is gone, it doesn't take longer before your boyfriend is cumming into your used cunt. The hot sensation of his cum flowing into your pussy had you panting more.

Everything after that is a blur.

Mike doesn't pull out, instead, he falls to your side and hugs you from behind. The mixed combination of both yours and his cum sits at the base of his dick.

"Aren't you such a good dumb doll?" He kisses your neck. You barely hear what he says before his cock is ramming in and out of you again.

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