#Pip and Dom

[impybutt]

Left the man alone in the paddocks with some fresh air and TLC, he came back with a whole new individuality and Kicked Dog Face.

He's a lot more optimistic than he looks, turns out having a headmate to nurse agrees with his constitution.

[mothmans-cumrag]

All "we need to know less about each other" jokes aside, isn't it crazy that there are still people out there denying that these two are "more than friends"? Not trying to dunk on anyone, just amazed at the amount of hoops some people jump through in order to hold on to their beliefs. Truly noone doing it like them.

[bandcampsnoop]

2/20/24.

Happy birthday Scott Lawrimore (Buick). If you're ever looking to stay in a bubble house with the Chartreuse in the background, hit this link. Say happy birthday for me when you see him.

Joe Ziffer (Adelaide, Australia) doesn't really remind me of Scott's music at all. The cassette was released via Tenth Court late last year. I listened, liked and then forgot. Thanks to "When You Motor Away" for bringing it back to my attention. I've been loving all things Syd Barrett lately, so this really itches that scratch.

Dom Trimboli (Wireheads) descibes Ziffer as "the wonky plonky wonderfully wobbly jamboree jangler". He also mentions Kevin Ayers and Pip Proud as touchstones. I would also mention Ray Davies, The Great Unwashed and Bingo Trappers.

[honeyblackberries]

In the back seat (18+)

caleb x fem reader/mc smut

minors dni | inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae | cross-posted to ao3

word count: 1466

cw: simp caleb, soft dom caleb, he also likes to bite, pantie freak caleb, reader enables him, praise, oral (fem receiving), p in v, responsible car sex <333 (don't get freaky in a rental car irl), irresponsible intercourse (caleb doesn’t wrap it before he taps it), porn with feelings, porn no plot because idk how to write plot but i also can’t really write porn so maybe this is a secret third thing, no set pov.

names used: pips (pipsqueak but cuter), good girl, pretty girl, my girl

If Caleb is being honest with himself this moment is something straight out of his teenage fantasies. Driving along the coast with you in the passenger's seat, listening as you sing along to a song that’s been on repeat for the past half hour. Hair softly blowing in the wind as the late afternoon sun glows behind you like a halo.

You’re an angel he thinks, how else could you bless him with such a gift on one of his rare days off. The keys to his dream car—with the disclaimer that it was only a rental during his visit to Linkon—and that short sundress… His gaze unconsciously drifts from the road and onto you.

Maybe wet dreams are a better description for this. The way the hem of your dress rides up your thighs while you shift to find a more comfortable position, cotton panties peeking out underneath it.

Your eyes meet his and Caleb feels his pants tighten.

Today was supposed to be a well deserved break from all the demands that come with being the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel. Something relaxing. Yet he can’t help but feel inclined to the complete opposite. Back ramrod straight and hand, previously loose and confident on the wheel, now gripping it so tight that his knuckles strain.

“I'm happy you’re here,” you say sweetly and he has to stop himself from acting like a horny dog. “Is there anything you wanna do before we head home?”

“Eat you out,” he thinks dreamily.

“..What?”

Shit. Shit. How could he say that out loud!? He’s an idiot, a depraved fool—

“Well, okay.”

He almost crashes the car.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—I mean—I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” you laugh at him and he isn’t sure whether to be mortified or turned on.

“Pull over.” He does.

Caleb doesn’t realise it but despite the less than innocent circumstances his silly reaction makes you smile. Happy at the expression that settles on his handsome face. How his eyes light up in a way you never really see anymore, giddy and unrestrained.

‘Cute,’ you want to tease, but he’s already rolling the tinted windows up. Undoing his seatbelt and moving into the back seat. Oh how could you keep him waiting when he’s just so eager? You undo your own seatbelt and amusedly follow along. Moving to get on top of him.

“Don’t hover pips,” he instructs—in that know-it-all voice he’s used since you were kids—and you don’t get the chance to consider it. Not when his hands trail under your skirt to grab your thighs and impatiently bring you down onto his face.

“Fuck you smell so good,” his nose presses right against your clothed heat. He inhales deeply. “I could get off just from smelling you, just from smelling these,” his lips part to let teeth graze the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can keep 'em when we're done, yeah?” His hot breath makes a shiver run through you in anticipation. His tongue licks down the centre where a wet patch starts to form. “I’ll cook dinner in return.”

You want to argue that he always cooks dinner. But you want what he’s currently offering more.

Your small hum of agreement is all he needs.

Safe to say, Caleb does mouth at you like a dog. Desperate, hungry, tongue heavy and slobbering. You have to push yourself against his chest to keep steady. The toned muscles there flexing as he eats like he’s been starved.

“Good girl, sittin’ so pretty for me,” his praise is barely understandable. Voice muffled and lower than a moment ago.

One of his hands leaves your thighs, his fingers moving to the fabric separating you. He teasingly pulls it back and lets go, a light snap against your skin. You flinch and he chuckles in response. He then pushes it to the side to expose you bare to him. Continuing to lick, this time with the addition of his thumb rubbing directly against your sensitive bud.

“Delicious,” he moans at the taste and sucks at your clit for more.

You’re not sure how long you last before everything crashes down all at once. Your orgasm racking your body and leaving you trembling. Dripping right into his open mouth.

The way your breath hitches and small whines you make when you cum always remind him how he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs. Forever wanting you pliant in his hold like this.

As you start to feel yourself coming down from the high, Caleb lightly bites at your tender flesh, making you yelp. He places a soft kiss in apology, even though you both know he isn’t sorry in the slightest.

In an act of revenge you start to reach for where he needs it. Fingertips barely brushing the large tent in his pants before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Next time pips, I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you soon.” At that you’re suddenly flipped around, back pressed against the leather seat. Wedged in the cramped space afforded to you between the car and his large body.

Caleb looks down at you with a wide grin. The lower half of his face damp with your arousal and his own saliva.

“Let me put it in?”

Even when he’s like this the words come out as a question. He’ll only do it if you let him, only if you want it half as much as he does. His silver necklace dangles in front of you and reflected in it is your lips, curled up into an affirmative.

Caleb wastes no time. Hurriedly undoing his pants and freeing his hard leaking cock. Leaning over you with one hand beside your head as the other grasps his reddened tip and nudges you panties to the side with it. Lining himself up he sinks into you slowly.

“You’re heaven,” he yaps, already pussy drunk. "You feel like heaven, ugh—like you were made for me. Weren’t you?”

He shakes his head at his own words, as if a better explanation came to him. Then he resolutely bottoms out inside you.

“No, I was the one made for you.”

“Caleb—” you whine at the feeling of being so full. Arms moving to wrap around his torso, not sure if to hold him closer or push him away.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to fight off the orgasm that would have had him cumming from the way you say his name. Testingly, he pulls out slightly just to push back in. Repeating shallow thrusts to get you comfortable.

“More,” you beg.

“Of course,” he kisses you and you can taste yourself on him. “I aim to please.” His pace quickens, becoming rough. You can’t help but clench at the immediate change.

“Oh shit—loosen up pretty girl.” You try to.

Over and over you feel his cock try to make your cunt give in to him, and when he feels the grip of your walls ease up slightly he angles his hips to hit deeper.

You claw at his back, the fabric of his shirt catching under your fingers. The feeling of him too much.

“You like that huh?”

The car windows are fogging at the spike in body heat, neither of you letting up until you both get your fill. The sounds of shallow breathing and skin against skin the only thing that can be heard.

Caleb bites your lip when he kisses you in between thrusts. Like he wants to devour you in every way possible.

“I’m—close,” you bury your face into his neck, trying to ground yourself.

He nearly slips entirely out of you. Hips starting to lose their rhythm, a sign that he is too.

“I know—fuck—cum with me.”

Your release comes first, and he doesn’t last long after.

“That's my girl.”

His movements slow as he spills into you. A white ring forming around the base of him as a mix of both your cum tries to leak out. He grinds a few times to make sure it stays then collapses on top of you.

The two of you remain like that for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of your chests pressed together as you cool down. Caleb’s cock slowly going limp inside you.

His hands move to cradle your face, gently stroking your cheeks as he kisses all over with cherishing lightness.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Caleb.”

Then he has to go and ruin the moment.

“Panties please,” he holds out his hand. Asking for a treat.

You sigh, the post-nut clarity kicking in. “I’ll give it to you after I wash it.”

“Don’t wash it.”

“...”

a/n: rip need everyone to know this was initially supposed to be a sylus fic. also what do we think do we like me actually trying to make the layout nice/not write in all lowercase??

[fragilerani]

+18, minors dni;

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛, is such a dummy for overstimulation, every single time that he says "im gonna stop after that, pips", it turns to "just one more, pips, you can do It, just for me, please, please, please"

He's a dog for your orgasms, and even when you can't handle anymore, he 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 take it from you.

"Caleb, j-just wait a bit, just a little..."

How can he wait a little, when you sound like that, look like that, squirm like that, and you are like that just looking at him, only him.

"I wanna please, don't close your close legs, come on honey"

" Please Caleb..., can you count 10 airplanes? just wait a bit..."

He stops a bit, like you ask, enjoying all your squirming, your little's squeaks when he slowly rubs your little button, he was even talking to your little flower before, saying

"you can handle a little more, don't you? I'm gonna kiss you soo much after that, I know her so well pips, she likes when I make her cry, she can do it"

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 is dangerously a pleasure dom, that puts your pleasuare at first everytime, he won't take his hands off of you until he gets what he wants, in the way he wants it.

"ok, pips, but when i get at 10, i won't stop"

You look up at his puppy face, with teary eyes, already sobbing, grabbing his wrists, saying "Caleb please" in nonstop, looking at him like he would save you, like saying his name would make it stop him.

He starts couting, having this moment pictured on his mind, with you looking at him like that, just looking at him, being all his, and that's why you won't make him stop at all.

"1 airplane, 2 airplanes, 3 airplanes, 4 airplanes, 5 airplanes, 6 airplanes, 7 airplanes, 8 airplanes, 9, airplanes, 10 airplanes"

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 likes it making It worse, making you beg, saying please, that s' too much, he 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 make it worse, pretending that he's soo needy pipsqueak, he just 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 to take it from you.

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 wants you to feel helpless because you're having too much pleasure, soo much pleasure that you just don't know what you do with it and how to deal with It, you're melting because he's in control, he wants and will do all the thinking for you.

Once he can't stop anymore, he just sees you and nothing (even your cries) will change his mind.

[humanjarvis]

alternative medicine

synopsis: after a tough mission, you stop by zayne’s house for a checkup. but caleb thinks you should’ve come to him.

tags: condescending jealous dom caleb, stubborn reader but justified, friendly zayne cameo, caleb’s got a weird scent thing, bickering, massage, groping, cockwarming, riding (forced), non pip-squeak pet names (baby & princess), manhandling, biting, marking, boob slapping, hair pulling, rough…not sex?

pairing: caleb x fem reader/mc

word count: 2.2k 

a/n: yall didn’t think i could still write dom caleb did u. maybe i can’t and this sucks. anyway i have turned the wholesome caleb text above into a monstrosity. if ur partner ever gets jealous when u go to the doctor irl u should ditch them immediately 

The blare of a car horn outside your bedroom window rouses you from a deep sleep. 

Late morning sunlight greets you as you blink your eyes open, surveying the mess you’d left your room in when you’d flopped into bed last night. Clothes, gear, and bags strewn all over the floor…yesterday’s mission had really taken a lot out of you.

And when you try to sit up on the mattress, you find it took even more than you thought.

Because your body hurts. Stiffness and soreness in every muscle, to the point where every movement has your limbs screaming in pain. Even your worst period cramps couldn’t compare to the army of cells trying to tear themselves apart in your body right now.

You’d really overdone it.

Staring at the ceiling, trying not to breathe too hard in case that hurts, too, you rack your brain for options. 

Back to sleep? Back to sleep would be good. Would be great, if you didn’t have plans with Caleb tonight. And flaking out this late would only make him worry. 

Power through it? Maybe. But as you try to rise again, a sharp burn in your abdomen has you gasping and crashing back down. Maybe not.

Medicine? The sensible choice. But you’d been so busy with work lately that you hadn’t been to the pharmacy in ages, and everything you had that might have helped you was expired. 

Lucky for you, you have friends in high places.

“Ow,” you groan, wincing at the sudden pressure on your neck. “Yes, it hurts when you touch there.”

“As I warned you it might,” Zayne replies smartly. “Who was it that requested this exam, again?”

“Sorry,” you grumble, lips tugging into a deep frown. “You’re using your free time to see me, I know. I’ll be quiet.”

Your friend in a high place was off work today, you’d learned when you texted him earlier. And while you’d been more than happy to leave him in peace and let him enjoy his day, when he’d learned of your condition, he’d all but insisted you come over for treatment. 

So with gritted teeth, protesting limbs, and a quick stop to a nearby coffee shop, you’d made the short trip to his neighborhood. When you’d sucked up the pain and knocked on his door,  he’d welcomed you with open arms, especially when he saw the milk tea you’d brought as compensation. 

“You don’t work for the rest of the week, correct?” Zayne asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Nope. We had it so rough yesterday, Jenna gave everyone a long weekend. I’m free to writhe around in agony ‘til Monday,” you answer, grimacing as he checks your forearms. 

“No need. You have a moderate case of overexertion—which might feel agonizing, but it’s nothing simple painkillers can’t fix,” he decides, stepping away to rummage through a cabinet. 

“Here, take these,” he says, holding out a familiar bottle of medicine. “One pill every six hours until the pain stops. You can keep them for future use, but let me know when you’re feeling better.” 

“Thanks, Dr. Zayne,” you sing, sliding down from his bar stool to give him a friendly hug. As his large hand pats your back, you breathe in his scent: clean and light, with a hint of jasmine. “What would I do without you?”

As you swing open your apartment door and flick on the main light, a hulking figure startles you much less than it should.

Freshly showered and in his nightclothes, Caleb is already inside, flipping through a book as he lounges on your armchair. An hour early, but what did you expect, coming from him?

“Hello to you, too,” you greet him wryly. “Of course you can come in. Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”

“Well, this is my second home. Would be my first, if you’d let me sleep on the couch,” he quips, a boyish grin lighting up his face as he reaches you in four long strides. “Sorry for bein’ so early, pip-squeak. I just couldn’t wait to see you.” 

“Mm, I missed you too,” you admit, standing on your tiptoes to give him a chaste peck. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day—I’m just so tired,” you whine, falling into him dramatically.

A half-second after he catches you, Caleb falters. “Did you go to a cafe today?” he asks hesitantly. “You smell different.”

“…No?” you blink slowly, staring up at him in confusion. “I got some milk tea earlier, but I only went through the drive-thru. What do I smell like?”

“Like jasmine,” he frowns, scanning you with slightly narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, that. I said I was tired, right? It’s because of my mission yesterday. I could barely move when I woke up, so I went to see Zayne earlier. You know he loves jasmine stuff—his house smells like it a little, too. Anyway, he gave me some medicine for the soreness. I’ll probably take some before we go to bed,” you explain, fishing the pill bottle out of your purse and rattling it in the air. 

“His house?” Caleb asks, voice strained with alarm.

“What?”

“You saw Zayne, but not at his office. You went to his house for medicine?”

“Uh, yeah,” you shrug simply, leaving his embrace to stand up straight. “He was off today.”

On Caleb’s face is a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and envy. But you, too busy fiddling with the pill bottle, are too distracted to notice. 

When you look up again, his only emotion is cool, confident resolve.

“Alright then, pip-squeak,” he cheers with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “We gonna watch the movie, or would you rather mess with that bottle all night?”

Your movie night starts off slow, normal, with all the whispered jokes and casual touches of the ones before. 

So when Caleb puts more pressure where his hand rests on your shoulder, you think nothing of it, at first.

But when that hand starts groping and squeezing, fondling your soft flesh under the thin fabric of your shirt, you swivel your head and eye him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Just givin’ you a massage, pip-squeak,” he grins, his murmur barely audible over the gunfire on screen. “You’re still sore, right? Let me help you out.”

Unconvinced, you scrutinize him until his innocent smile dissolves your willpower. “Okay,” you say warily, turning back to face the screen as large hands caress your body. “Thank you. But don’t distract me—this is the good part.”

***

The whole third act of the movie passes, but Caleb never stops. Your shoulders, arms, stomach, hips—every part of you he can reach, pliant under his eager touch. 

And you can’t focus. 

It’s when his wandering hands greedily squeeze the fat of your breasts that you pause the movie with a choked gasp.

“You don’t have to…I’m not sore there,” you chide, cheeks flaming from embarrassment and something more.

“Hm? Is it not helping? With the way you gasped just now, I’d think it felt really good,” he mocks, leaning in to tease you up close.

“It’s not bad. You’re just…being thorough,” you grumble, retreating from his advance.

“More thorough than Zayne was earlier, I hope,” he shoots back bitterly, and it all clicks into place.

Scoffing, you turn to face him fully, making his hands fall to your sides. “You can’t be serious. Of all the things to be jealous of—”

“I’m jealous that my girlfriend would go to another guy’s house for help when she has me on speed dial.” 

“Oh my god, Caleb, you’re not a doctor! I would’ve called you if I needed a ride home or something, not if I needed medical help.” 

“When was the last time you saw a doctor just because you were sore?” he lifts a brow, slowing his movements on your body. “I can help you just like this. You’re feelin’ better since I started, right? I can tell you are. You’re less tense, and you don’t wince when you move anymore. That’s me. Not him.”

He’s not wrong. Since he started his massage, your muscles had relaxed almost miraculously, as if his hands were the antidote to your pain. 

You won’t tell him that, of course. Pride and all.

“I’d be perfectly fine with Zayne’s painkillers,” you snap haughtily. “I don’t need you for everything, you know.”

At that, Caleb freezes entirely. 

But only for a moment.

“Is that so?” he asks lowly, breath fanning the shell of your ear. There’s a threat in his voice. A promise. Things never ended well when he took that tone with you. 

“Wait,” you try to backtrack, nervously bracing your hands against his chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-I just—”

Before you can plead your case, Caleb hauls you up and into his lap, molding your back to his front with an iron grip.

“I know exactly what you meant, pip-squeak,” he whispers in your ear. “But I thought you’d be tired of me provin’ you wrong by now.”

As you squirm helplessly in his hold, his hands return to your chest, pulling your shirt up to pluck and grope your tender skin. It’s hardly a massage anymore, with how rough he’s being—rolling your nipples under skilled fingers, tugging them until they ache with pleasure. When he cups one breast with merciless ownership, making your flesh spill out between his fingers, you moan and wriggle in his lap, reigniting the burn in your thighs. 

“Still hurts?” Caleb asks, laying his head on your shoulder tauntingly. 

“N-no, it feels g—”

He cuts you off. “It does, huh?” he pouts with feigned pity. “Poor baby, still so tight…don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up.”

Before you can react, he lifts you slightly to free his hard length from his sweats. Under your skirt, his hand pinches the fat of your ass hard before he slides your soaked panties to the side. 

And then slowly, steadily, Caleb lowers you down on his waiting cock, inch by devastating inch. 

Your mixed gasps fill the room as you adjust to the feel of each other—you suction his length, he savors your warmth.

“This better, princess?” he grits out, one hand still fondling your breast while the other grips your hip.

“Caleb,” you groan, annoyance and arousal blending together. 

He coos in response, pressing a gloating kiss to your hair. “Aw, it is? I know it is.” 

Chuckling breathily behind you, he slaps the flesh of your breast with a reverberating smack, and you squeal as your skin ripples. “He didn’t help you like this, right? I hope he didn’t,” he jeers. “Otherwise, I’ll have to pay him a visit.” 

Hissing at the lingering sting on your chest, you stomp his foot with your smaller one. “You are so childish! It wasn’t like that.” 

“You’re melting around me, baby,” he ignores you, shifting his hips to press deeper into you. “You don’t need those pills, you don’t need him—not while I’m here. I’m the first one you tell. First one you cry to. No one else. Isn’t that right?”

Mewling at the new angle, you shake your head wildly, bringing an arm up to tug at his hair. 

Huffing out a laugh, Caleb sinks his teeth into your neck in warning, sucking harshly before lapping at the mark. “No?” he asks, grinding your hips into his so roughly that stars cloud your vision. 

“When you're hungry, you call Caleb. When you're thirsty, you call Caleb. When you're happy you call Caleb, when you're sad you call Caleb. And when you’re sick, you still. Call. Caleb,” he finishes, punctuating his last command with three punishing thrusts into you. “Say yes.”

Stubborn as ever, you deny him, still squirming in his grasp. But when he bounces you on top of him, forcing your aching thighs and ass against his swollen base in slick, lewd slaps, you lose the dignity you had left. “Yes!” you squeal in submission, digging your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. “Y-yes, I’ll come to you when I need something. Always. I should’ve this time, I’m sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, it’s like the tension in the room evaporates. 

Sighing contentedly, Caleb wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest to lay a kiss on your temple. “I know you are. But it’s okay now, right? Lesson learned for next time.”

“Next time,” you agree dazedly, eyelids drooping as his length still pulses inside you.

“Now, why don’t you pass me the remote? We have a movie to finish.”

The movie ended an hour ago.

But Caleb was far too satisfied watching you doze off on his cock to ruin the moment. 

Now, slipping out of your heat with gentle precision, he gathers your sleeping form in his arms, cradling your head to his chest.

You smell like him now. Good.

Carrying you to your bedroom, he lays you down and slips a loose t-shirt over your head before pulling the covers to your chin.

For a moment, he watches you, a serene smile gracing his lips in the moonlight. 

And then, he dips a hand into his pocket, fishing out the stolen pill bottle and dropping it in the trash.

[pipszhou]

lights. camera. caleb

synopsis: Modeling isn’t supposed to end in mirror sex. But then again, Caleb was never just your coworker. Not when his hands linger too long on set. Not when his smile means trouble. Not when his voice turns soft and dangerous and says, “Strip for me, baby.” He says it’s just a quickie. But he always lies.

pairing: caleb x mc

wc: ~4.9k

tags: mirror sex, bratting, brat taming, inappropriate use of evol, dom/sub, dominant caleb, creampie, sexual overstimulation, possessive behavior, jealousy, dirty talk, teasing, model, oral fixation, sex in dressing room, quickies, quickies but they are not quickies, caleb's a big meanie, established relationship, porn with feelings, plot what plot/porn without plot, stripping

notes: i am horny again so hii! this is supposed to be a 1k drabble that turned out to be a 4.8k fanfic. so here ya go! i hope u enjoy that <3 lmk your thoughts if you want. every liked/reblogs and comments mean a lot to me.

Lights. Camera. Action.

That’s your rhythm. Your world. Your name on the cover and your body under the lens.

You’ve done shoots before, but never with him beside you, Caleb, your lover, your partner in crime, the man who made desire feel like breathing. His presence is magnetic. Heat rolling off his body like a second spotlight, lips parted just enough to tempt, jaw tilted just enough to command.

Your hands rest on your waist. Chin up. Chest out. The Calvin Klein tank hugs your curves like it was made for your skin alone. Beside you, he mirrors your stance, tank clinging to those sculpted pecs, baggy ripped jeans hanging low. Too low.

His boxers peek out just enough to be obscene. Just enough to remind the world who they’re looking at.

And God, the camera devours it.

The flash fades. The shoot ends. Voices melt into background static.

You turn first, chin high, heels clicking with practiced rhythm as his gaze scorches your back. Bratty and mean is your go-to today, and after the way he smiled at that photographer? After the little touches between him and your editor?

Yeah. There’s no way you’re letting him get away with that.

You throw open the dressing room door with a sharp swing, ignoring the stares from crew and staff alike. It closes behind you with a snap. But it doesn’t stay closed for long.

A soft click.

He enters like a storm sealed in designer cologne, quiet, devastating, radiating that dangerous stillness he wears too well. Before you can breathe, he’s on you, pinning your back to the door with one hand cradling your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“You didn’t even look at me, Pips,” he murmurs, voice smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. “What’s up with you today?”

As if he’s innocent. As if he doesn’t know. As if he didn’t smile like that to everyone but you. He’s an angel, but the kind that fell just for you. And today, he’s been acting like heaven’s for everyone.

You scoff, turning your head aside, refusing to answer. But his body follows. His thigh presses between yours, knee slotting firm under your heat, the grain of his jeans grazing too close. His forearm braces beside your face, caging you in with zero intention of letting you out.

“Nothing, Gege. Find out yourself.”

You push him aside, but he lets you slip away too easily. You make it to the mirror, hands trembling just enough to betray you. When you reach for your brush, his hand slides over yours, slow, possessive.

He leans in behind you, eyes locked on your reflection.

“You’re jealous,” he says, almost in awe. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Gods. Of course you are.

You roll your eyes, trying to shake him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, his fingers return to your jaw, guiding your face back to his, unrelenting, steady.

His lips trail from the inside of your wrist, up the soft underside of your arm, worshipful and maddening. Each kiss burns hotter than the last. And he never breaks eye contact in the mirror.

Fuck. You’re supposed to be angry. Not melting. Not moaning.

But then—

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, all mock repentance, his mouth curved into a smug little smile. “What did I do wrong today, honey?”

Oh, he looks so pathetic. This is fun. Way too fun. Definitely worth sacrificing your lunch break for.

“You think you’re so sly, huh?” you purr, turning to face him fully. Your fingers slide to his waist, grazing the edge of his jeans—loose, low, and criminally tempting. “I saw the way you glanced at them, Caleb. Don’t you have the faintest idea how obsessed they are with you?”

You lift your index finger beneath his jaw, tilting it upwards until his lashes flutter. The stubble beneath your fingertip is rough. His skin is warm—no, hot—like he’s burning under your touch, like he’s holding back something feral.

But then, he strikes.

His arms coil around your body and yank you in, your chest colliding with his in one fluid motion. The thud of your heartbeat echoes in your ears as your breath stutters, stolen right from your lungs. His tank top is thin, worn soft with wear, and through it you can feel everything. The press of his pecs. The heat of his skin. The teasing roll of his abs as he exhales against your cheek.

“So,” he murmurs, lips barely brushing your temple, “you are jealous of them.”

He catches your hand, cradles it like it’s breakable. And then, kisses. From the base of your knuckles, trailing up, one by one, lips warm and maddeningly slow.

“But why, my love?” he breathes. “Haven’t I already let you have all of me?”

His mouth curls into a smirk against your skin.

And God. You hate how it makes you melt.

You turn your head, trying to fight back the warmth creeping up your cheeks. Your pulse thrums beneath your skin, humming in your ears like static.

“Hmph.” You cross your arms, chin high. “You know they stock your new magazines at home? Hoarding them like they’re... limited edition.” You pause. Swallow. Your throat suddenly dry. “Well. They are limited edition. But one is enough, don’t you think?”

He stills behind you.

Then, he laughs, rich, boyish, infuriating.

His hand clamps on his stomach as he doubles over, the other bracing on your shoulder for balance. His laughter shakes through your spine, vibrating against your back where his chest clings to you.

“Caleb!” you snap, cheeks burning. “Stop laughing! I’m serious!”

“Oh, are you?” he gasps, catching his breath.

He grabs your wrist, turns you back toward the mirror, this time with no hesitation. Your breath catches. He cages you from behind, arms around your waist, hips flush to yours.

His hands trace over your body, palms wide and claiming. One finger slips beneath the strap of your bra and drags it down, slow, deliberate, exposing the elegant slope of your shoulder and the vulnerable curve of your collarbone.

He leans in, his voice a whisper dripped in heat.

“You hoarded my very first tabloid, remember?” His lips ghost over your skin. “Hundreds of copies. Under your bed. I counted, Pipsqueak.”

His gaze catches yours in the mirror, sharp. Gleaming.

His hands don't stop roaming. They map out your waist, your ribs, your hips, like he’s learning the story of your body all over again.

“So tell me, baby,” he murmurs, words dragging warm across your neck. “Are you really mad about them, or are you just pissed someone else is playing your game?”

“Caleb!” you shout, voice pitching higher than you meant, full of shock and outrage and something far more dangerous curling beneath your skin. The audacity of him. You want to slap that smug grin off his face, maybe ride him until it fades, but you’re already trapped. Your body betrays you, melting right into his grip like wax against flame.

“Why don’t I show you,” he drawls, “just how much I own you? Just like how much you own me, Pipsqueak?”

Oh, you like that. Your stomach flips, your thighs tense, your pussy clenches around nothing at the possessiveness in his tone.

But no. No. You’ve been a brat all morning. You’ve got a reputation to protect, a crown to keep on. You still have dignity, goddammit, not that he’s ever respected it.

“Gege, we’re in the middle of a shoot—” you try, weakly.

He brushes the excuse off with a kiss to your cheek, featherlight. Dangerous.

“Just a quickie,” he hums. “Been a long time since I fucked you right here.”

And then, God help you, he lowers his jeans, rough and fast, revealing the soft white boxers you’ve been fantasizing about since the campaign started. They cling to his hips like a sin wrapped in cotton. The bulge pressing against the fabric is barely contained. Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry.

He knows you’re staring.

“Let Gege do all the work,” he purrs. “Just strip for me, love?”

His voice dips lower. Dangerously close to your ear. His breath fans against your neck, and your knees nearly buckle. “Let me show you how much love I hold for you,” he whispers, words molten and cruel. “And just you. Deal?”

Gods. Your panties are damp. Your thighs pressed too tight. Your chest rising too fast. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.

You want to play it cool. Want to say no. Want to call him annoying. But your fingers are twitching at the hem of your shirt. Your eyes won’t leave his boxers. Your mouth is watering.

You’re so fucked.

Caught between shame and need, your eyes lock onto his through the mirror as he watches you unravel. Caleb’s gaze is deep velvet, glowing with something dangerous, like moonlight wrapped in flame. The studio lights glare overhead, sterile and bright, but they don’t matter. Not when he looks at you like that. Not when his stare is enough to peel your skin open and set your nerves alight.

You try to move. Try to anchor your gaze to something else. Anything else. A hanger. A chair. The ceiling tiles above. Trying to gaslight yourself into thinking there’s a choice. That this isn’t happening. That you don’t want it with every fiber of your body.

But he’s already there, on you like gravity.

“Hey,” he says softly, catching your wrist with the ease of someone who knows your movements by heart. “Look at me.”

You do. Slowly. Stupidly. Your eyes find his again in the mirror. His stare is molten, drinking you in. He hasn’t even touched your bare skin yet, not really, but he looks at you like he already owns it. And somehow, you know he will. His eyes darken when they meet yours, glowing with the kind of hunger that never fully goes away. His fingers tremble, not from hesitation but from want, from the thrill of undressing you like it’s sacred again. Like he’s about to worship your body the way he did the first time, and the second, and the hundredth. Always like it’s new. Always like it’s everything.

His fingers trace yours, slow and coaxing, pulling your hand toward the hem of your tank.

“Here,” he murmurs, voice low and sinful. “Start with this.”

Your breath catches. Your body stills. You’re not sure if you’re ready, but he’s already guiding, lifting.

Your hands move, hesitantly at first, curling under the hem. The fabric brushes your skin as it rides up, soft and worn. Your stomach is the first to show, then the line of your ribs, and finally the edge of your bra, showing the swell of your breasts. The air in the room bites at your skin, cool and sterile, your nipples hardening through the lace. Your breathing grows uneven.

Behind you, Caleb hums. A sound so low it vibrates through your spine. He helps you lift the shirt all the way off, pulling it past your arms and letting it fall to the floor like it doesn’t matter.

“Good girl,” he whispers, lips ghosting against your shoulder. “So obedient for someone who was shouting my name five minutes ago.”

Your cheeks burn. Your thighs press together instinctively, fighting the slick that’s seeping between them. Heat licks up your stomach. Your whole body pulses with it. How did you get here again? Where did all your bratty bravado go?

You hate how easily he breaks you down.

But he knows. Of course he knows. He always does.

His fingers drag lower, slow and deliberate. They brush your waistband, teasing, tracing the sensitive skin just above your hips. His other hand lifts your chin again, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.

“Need help with this part too?” he asks, and you swear he’s smirking without even moving his mouth.

You nod before you can stop yourself. Your breath stutters. Your brain empties.

His laugh is quiet, amused.

“Use your words, baby,” he murmurs, voice firm, grounding. “Gege’s asking you a question.”

You hesitate for half a second. Then your voice spills out, raw and small.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Help me, Gege.”

His smile deepens, pleased and possessive.

“That’s better.”

His hands move to your hips again, thumbs slipping under the waistband of your jeans. He drags them down slowly, kissing your skin with every inch revealed. The denim catches slightly on your thighs before falling, leaving you exposed in nothing but your panties. Soft. Damp. Stained. And he sees it.

His breath hitches.

He leans in just a little, eyes locked to the mirror, his voice barely above a groan.

“Oh, Gods, Pipsqueak.”

He’s not even touching you there yet, and you’re already throbbing. His moan hits your ears like lightning, sending a full-body shiver through you. You lean back into him, desperate, pliant. And then you feel it, hot and heavy, pressed against the curve of your lower back.

His cock, thick and aching, freed from his jeans.

He doesn’t give you time to process it. His hands grip your waist, rough and possessive, and then he lifts you easily, his body slotting behind you, pressing your stomach gently against the mirror. Your breath fogs the glass. Your heart is thudding too loud.

You can’t think. Can’t breathe.

You’re too far gone.

“Caleb,” you gasp, voice cracking, “please–”

He kisses your neck, then speaks, lips brushing skin.

“Just a quickie, baby. I promise you.”

Then he thrusts in. Deep. All the way. Perfectly, with no resistance, like your body was made to take him. And maybe it was. You cry out, barely catching the sound in your throat as your head falls back against his shoulder, your body shaking.

Your mouth falls open. Your legs tremble.

He groans, rough and wrecked against your ear.

“So tight, baby… fuck.”

And then he starts to move.

You feel it—God, you feel it—how his cock fills you just right, stroking deep, dragging against every sensitive part of you with ruthless precision. Every thrust hits with purpose, your slick sounds echoing softly in the cramped room. The stretch is perfect, the friction overwhelming. And yet, his hands stay firm on your thighs, fingers digging in just enough to bruise, not enough to hurt.

He holds you like something sacred, something wild. He won’t let you fall. He’d never let you break without him catching you.

“Ah, Gege, too fast, please—” you gasp, breath hitching, trying to scramble for something solid, anything to ground yourself. Your palms press against the mirror, desperate and messy, smearing fog and sweat across the glass. It’s cool under your fingertips, but your body is nothing but fire. You spread your fingers wider, grip the edges of the vanity just below, your arms trembling with every hard push of his hips.

Behind you, Caleb grits his teeth.

Then he breaks.

He bites.

His mouth crashes onto your neck with unrestrained hunger, teeth grazing your skin before he sinks them in with a growl. It’s not gentle. Not this time. It’s feverish, raw, like he’s starving. Like you’re his prey, and he’s marking you as his kill.

Purple blooms under your skin, a constellation of hickeys along your throat. Your lips part in a silent gasp, moaning without care. Your cunt clenches around him harder. It’s too much, not enough. He’s wrecking you and you’re helping him do it.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice dark against your ear. “You like that? Showing up to the next shoot dripping with my marks?”

You whimper, pressing your body harder against him, back arching instinctively.

You are his. Forever his. Fuck the shoot. Let the stylist deal with the hickeys. You’d rather have every photo drenched in proof that you belong to him.

The thought lights you up.

Your legs tighten around his hips, trying to move with him, to grind up and down on his cock in search of more, faster, harder. Your slick coats him with every bounce, every squelch of wetness between your thighs loud and obscene in the quiet room.

Then, suddenly, his grip shifts.

You feel it first in the drop of your stomach. The lack of pressure on your feet. The way your weight changes.

“Caleb—what are you—”

You’re cut off by the way your body lifts.

Your back leaves the mirror. Your hands flail for a second before one of his arms wraps around your waist, the other under your thighs, steady. Anchoring. The air shifts around you, faintly vibrating. Your hair floats weightless. Your breath catches.

He’s using it. Gravity. He’s using his Evol against you.

You’re fucking hovering in the middle of the room, dripping and stuffed full of him, his cock buried inside you like a weapon forged for your ruin. His body moves fluid, effortless, like he was built to take you apart midair.

He growls into your shoulder, deep and low, holding you up like you weigh nothing.

“Told you, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and reverent all at once. “Let Gege do all the work.”

Your legs dangle uselessly, trembling with every sharp thrust. Your body no longer moves on its own—you cling to him for dear life, gasping his name into his collarbone, your nails carving desperate little arcs into the cotton stretched over his chest. One hand clutches his shirt, fingers twisted tight. The other claws at his shoulder, your grip slipping every time his cock punches deep into you.

Nothing feels real. Not the air. Not the floating weightlessness. Not even your own voice, ruined and breathless.

Just Caleb.

Just the way he fucks you like he’s molding you around him, like your body is something he’s building with each slow, ruthless thrust.

His hands roam like he’s mapping out new territory, revisiting every dip and curve as if he’s rediscovering you all over again. His palm cradles your neck, a light tug tilting your head back for him. His other hand trails down to your belly, pressing firmly over the outline of his cock, watching as it disappears into your soaked folds. The pressure makes your breath hitch. You can feel him from the outside. Thick. Throbbing. So deep.

His other hand slides higher, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples between rough fingertips. The sharp sting only drives you higher.

“Aww, look at you, baby,” he coos, fingers guiding your jaw to face the mirror again. His mouth hovers by your ear, breath hot, voice low and lethal. “What a sight. Your folds sucking me in like you’re starving. Slick dripping onto the vanity. Do you see that, baby?”

You glance down, dizzy, wrecked. Your own arousal stains the edge of the vanity in a glistening puddle.

Your cheeks flush with shame and heat. You want to slap the smugness off his face, but you know if you even try, he’ll turn that bratty little challenge into another round.

“Look at your nipples. So hard. So sensitive. And that pretty little pussy, flushed pink and drooling. You’re Gege’s, aren’t you?”

You can’t speak. Can’t think. Every word is stripped from you, scattered like petals at your feet. All you can do is moan, eyes fluttering half-closed, mouth open and helpless.

Your orgasm is so close it’s humiliating. You haven’t even touched your clit. It’s just his cock. The brutal, perfect drag of him inside you, every angle angled like a blade, cutting away your control.

And then—he does touch you.

His fingers trail down, find your clit, and begin to rub. Messy, deliberate, fast. Every motion is filthy and uncoordinated and perfect, switching between teasing circles and quick, cruel little pinches. Your hips buck in the air, but you can’t move far—his Evol holds you suspended, at his mercy.

You sob. You scream his name. Your thighs clamp around his waist, but it’s no use.

“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, dragging his lips along your jaw, voice rough and tender all at once. “Look at you. Trembling for me. Dripping all over me. So fucking tight. I can feel you breaking.”

You whimper into his neck. Your cunt clenches around him so hard it aches.

But he stops. Just for a moment. He slows the thrusts. Keeps his cock buried to the hilt. And when you whine—gutted and needy—he tightens his grip on your hips and presses your chest against his again, holding you so close you can barely move.

“Say it,” he murmurs.

Your eyes flutter, lashes wet with sweat and tears. You blink up at him, dazed.

“What—?”

His voice sharpens.

“Say you’re mine.”

Your whole body shivers. Your thighs twitch. Your breath catches and sticks in your throat. Still, you hesitate. You can’t find your voice.

He spanks your ass, sharp and hot.

“Say it, baby. Or you don’t get to come.”

“I… I’m yours, Gege,” you whisper, so soft it could shatter.

He stills. His cock throbs inside you. Your pulse pounds between your legs.

“Say it like you mean it.”

You sob, broken and wet and so close you feel like you’ll explode just from saying it again.

“I’m yours,” you cry. “I’m yours, I’m yours—I’ve always been yours—”

He kisses you hard, biting, possessive. Your teeth clash. Your lungs burn. He growls into your mouth and fucks you harder now, his pace brutal and merciful. Your moans turn into sobs, every sound cracked open with pleasure.

“That’s right,” he grits out. “Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin. Mine to fill.”

You scream his name. Your body locks. The orgasm builds so violently it splits you in half.

“Then come for me,” he whispers. “Now. Soak me, baby.”

And you do.

Your release hits like lightning, raw and brutal and bright. Your body seizes in his arms, spine arching, head thrown back with a strangled cry. Your walls clench hard around him, pulsing in desperate waves, slick gushing from your cunt in warm, wet ribbons. You feel it drip down your thighs, hot and messy. Feel the tension in your limbs snap one by one as pleasure wracks through you like a storm that will not pass.

Your voice breaks. Your breath breaks. And through it all, Caleb holds you like something precious.

You are coming apart in his arms, but you are not falling.

He groans, low and wrecked against your throat, hips snapping forward one last time. He presses in deep, cock throbbing thick inside your fluttering heat. His breath stutters against your skin, a shiver chasing through his frame, and then you feel it.

His cum floods into you in hot, pulsing spurts. Thick. Warm. Unrelenting.

His arms tighten around your waist as he spills inside, as if trying to lock the feeling in, as if you might forget how it feels to be filled by him. Your bodies tremble together, muscles twitching, lungs heaving in tandem. The air between you is slick with sweat and the scent of sex, sharp and warm and unmistakably yours.

His forehead presses to your shoulder. His mouth finds your collarbone, soft and reverent now. He does not move, not yet. He stays buried deep, still throbbing, hard. Like his body refuses to stop touching yours, even after release.

Your limbs feel boneless. Your thoughts scatter. All you know is heat and breath and him. The sting of his grip on your thighs, the press of his lips against your skin, the soothing warmth of his cum leaking slowly out of you.

You are filled. You are claimed.

But more than that, you are held.

Your chest is rising and falling fast. You can feel his heart pounding against yours, erratic and wild. One of his hands gently moves up to cup the back of your head, cradling you close, grounding you. His touch is gentler now, thumb brushing slow circles on your lower back.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, barely above a whisper.

“You did so well for me.”

You blink, lashes damp, forehead resting against his. Your body aches. Your throat is raw. But deep in your chest, there is only one feeling left.

Safety.

This is what it feels like to be ruined by someone who loves you. To be undone completely and be pieced back together in the same breath. To be used, worshipped, filled, and treasured all at once.

Your fingers curl weakly into his shirt. You don’t say anything yet. You don’t have to.

He kisses your temple, soft and slow. He’s holding you like you’re fragile, even after all that. Maybe especially after.

And neither of you are ready to let go.

“Ah, Pips. You made a mess.”

You immediately shoot daggers at him from your very fucked-out, freshly-floated state. Your hair is a tangled halo of sweat and sex, your shirt somewhere on the floor, and your thighs dripping down to your knees. And this man dares to tease.

“Put me the fuck down, Gege. You are the one who made the mess, alright?” you snap, glaring at him like a furious mouse still trembling in the jaws of a very smug, very satisfied leopard.

He laughs. Not a snicker, not a huff, but a full-bodied, shoulder-shaking, sinful Caleb laugh that echoes through the dressing room like a celebration. You hate that it makes your chest flutter.

“Alright, alright, Pip-squeak. I didn’t mean to,” he says, tone syrupy with mischief. His voice should be illegal. God, it should be bottled and weaponized.

He finally lowers you, and the moment your toes touch the ground, your knees buckle beneath you like the world is too much. Your legs are jelly, your muscles wrung out and shaky. He catches you instantly, arms looping tight around your waist as you fall right back into his chest. Your back slots against his front like two puzzle pieces that forgot they were once one.

“Don’t play the innocent,” you grumble, catching yourself against the edge of the vanity with trembling fingers. “You definitely meant for this to happen, Caleb.”

You’re panting and leaking. The wood beneath your hands is sticky with your own slick and sweat. The smell of sex lingers heavy in the air, like a perfume only the two of you would wear.

“Well,” he drawls, shameless as ever, “who could resist your temptation, baby? You in that tank top? If it hadn’t been a shoot, I would’ve taken you right then and there—”

“Mmfh—shut it, Gege,” you growl, grabbing his stupid handsome face and kissing him to shut him up. Not out of love. Out of emergency. Any more of that sentence and you might combust. Or punch him. Maybe both.

He hums against your lips, clearly enjoying every second.

“But seriously,” he murmurs, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your forehead, “you looked so breathtaking. Like a goddess today. Calvin Klein is your brand, Pip-squeak. I’m just here as set dressing.”

You roll your eyes so hard you see stars.

You stagger toward your shirt, slipping it on with fumbling fingers, wincing at the soft fabric against your overly sensitive skin. You glance up at the dressing room clock.

You go still.

“…Fuck.”

Caleb blinks. “What–”

You whirl around, tank top halfway on, hair a mess, and slam your palm against his chest.

“Caleb. We are fifteen minutes late to the next shoot.”

“Babe–”

“I swear to God,” you hiss, eyes blazing, “I will chase you across planets. I will drag you by the waistband of your stupid boxers into your grave.”

The panic between you barely has time to settle before—

Knock. Knock.

A chill runs through you both.

Tara’s voice comes through the door. Clear. Cool. Exhausted beyond belief.

“Get dressed. Wash up. I don’t care what just happened in there,” she says, tone flat as a blade. “But next time, keep it in your pants, Caleb. And you, my love, do not taunt him again. You know he’s like a horny golden retriever with a modeling contract.”

Your soul leaves your body.

“You have fifteen minutes to get decent. And if you don’t show up, I will personally hand your clothes to the lighting crew.”

You hear the sound of her heels clicking away. The silence that follows is deafening.

Caleb blinks slowly. “…Did she just call me a dog?”

You wheeze, shoulders trembling, wiping at the mirror like it’ll erase your sins. A puddle of your own orgasm glistens on the table. You try not to look at it.

“You are a dog.”

“But like, a sexy one, right?”

“Caleb.”

“A dangerous wolf in heat—”

“Caleb, I will bite you.”

He grins, smug as hell, tugging his jeans up with zero shame.

“Well then,” he says, licking his lips and tossing you a clean towel, “maybe next shoot, we start with the quickie. Save everyone some time.”

You throw the towel at his face.

He catches it with one hand, cocky and unbothered.

You hate him. You love him. You’re already dreading what Tara will say to you after this.

But right now, all you can do is laugh. A real one, from the belly. The kind that makes you light-headed.

Caleb smiles at the sound.

“Fifteen minutes, baby,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist again, kissing your temple. “Plenty of time to kiss it better.”

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ OVERSTIM WITH CALEB (PART 2) !!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some scenarios in which caleb would react to being overstimulated !!

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , public sex , dry humping , overstimulation , porn with no plot , dom!reader , sub!caleb , use of y/n (once)

a/n :: heres part one ! this is most likely the last part , hope you enjoy :)

IN PUBLIC :: look , sometimes caleb cant help himself . all the time when he sees you to take you out on dates or just a casual hangout at a café , you look so unbelievably scrumptious he just has to have you right there ! he'd reach his hand over to place on your thigh , slowly sliding higher and higher until you notice . he doesn't stop though ... why would he ? in his depraved mind , he's gonna finger you senseless right then and there in front of all these people ... but little does he know he'll be the one going senseless . you'd slap away his hand and before he knows it you're unbuttoning his jeans on the down-low , looking around to see if anyones paying attention before slithering under the table . caleb is whispering to you and grasping at the sides of his seat , fighting actual demons trying to not make a sound as you slurp up his cock . he was doing pretty well at being quiet before his cum shot down your throat and you kept going . poor boy has slumped his head on the table , eyes squeezed tight , knuckles white from how hard he's gripping your hair , hips twitching without control . his attempts to be undercover are futile as he's so sensitive to your mouth ... the whole restaurant is giving him stares and whispers of concern :/.

DRY HUMPING :: now i didn't know it was even possible to become overstimulated by dry humping , but caleb proved me wrong . it doesnt matter if you guys are clothed or not , he can still feel and imagine your perfect cunt with precision; making it easier for him to fall over the edge in his pants . especially when he can feel your warmth through the fabric ?! best thing ever . that euphoria wouldnt last long before it was replaced with the familiar feeling of overwhelming pleasure ... too much pleasure . "w-wait pips- hah, fuck.. s'too much baby, stopstop.." he'd murmur , grabbing onto your hips as an anchor . although he already came , by the mere thought of how dirty your guys situation was , you didnt come along with him . you didnt necessarily mean to overstimulate him .. it's just a natural instinct to want to chase the high of an orgasm . underneath you , the dampness of his trousers was getting to your thighs and making it easier to slide across his lap . this would go on until you came for the first time and him for the second , thrashing underneath you .

BEING AWAY FOR TOO LONG :: would happen if he was away on a prolonged mission , he would get so needy and desperate for you that he physically couldn't stop . he'd cum multiple times and still have more to give , overstimulating the both of you . it'd get so bad to the point where he's sobbing big crocodile tears and begging himself to stop , drooling like a dog onto your chest , seeking the sweet embrace of your breasts . "i know pips .. i know , im s-sorry. it's too much for me, too . i just cant stop when ive been away from my perfect pussy for too long . " but you know his apologies arent for real . every thrust of his hips would send a jolt of white-hot adrenaline up his spine , not even pleasure anymore; forcing himself past the limit solely for the purpose of staying inside of you for longer . after he cums for what felt like the 1500 time , he'd lay atop of you , motionless . he's quite literally incapable of moving other than the aftershocks shaking him . the next day you both would woke up at 12pm and stayed in bed together the rest of the day , lacking the ability to walk right .

BEGGING :: obviously , caleb would beg for you almost every time you guys had sex; but there are some nights where he's particularly more vocal than usual . you've noticed that a way to get him like that is to have him on all fours , pleading for you to stop jerking him off . "please baby please .. im too sensitive, im a pathetic mess, im disgusting and filthy . im begging you, y/n, please. " while he spends lots of sweet time talking , it never works . it always ends the same , with your hand (or cunt) on his dick , making him squirm and moan for you for hours on end .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: overstimulating may just be this boy's favorite activity!

[ghoularaki]

Caleb in the lady’s room 🙏

NOW ENTERING HEART'S DESIRE HOTEL

cw: semi-public sex, mean dom! caleb, bratting, pussy slapping, vv rough sex, caleb puts you in a headlock

“You are such a brat, you know that?” Caleb seethed as he opened the door after you.

“Caleb!” You scolded, you pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “You can’t just barge into the bathroom.”

He raised a brow at you, peering down at you from under his nose. You gulped and took your hands off his built pecs.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before acting out.” He continued his scowl and crossed his arms.

You stared up at him in shock, “Acting out? I’m not five. I didn’t even do anything!” You responded indignantly, sounding very much like the child you said you weren’t.

Not wanting to argue with you, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around so your chest thumped against the door. A chocked gasp caught in your throat as he flipped the lock. Wrapping his arm around your neck, he forced you upright.

Gripping onto his thick arms, you looked up at him from your headlock. He didn’t break his harsh gaze as his other hand slipped into the front of your pants. Pushing past your panties, his fingers went straight for your clit. Your eyes crossed a little as he applied firm pressure.

“Now look at you, as docile as a kitten. Should I keep always you like this so you can stop mouthing off.”

A whine slipped out.

“I- please!- I wasn’t.”

He hummed in response, “So you weren’t giving me attitude about is being late?”

You wanted to argue, but his fingers dipped down and plunged up into your cunt. Spreading your legs, you gave him better access to prod further.

Only wanting to momentarily shut you up, Caleb slipped his fingers out and tugged your waist band. With such force, you swore you heard something ripped, both your pants and panties pooled at your ankles.

Caleb could sense you were going to complain as his hand went back down and slapped the pads of his fingers against your clit. Your hips bucked at the slight sting. Kicking your feet to spread you further, he slapped again. You yelped as he smacked your cunt harder.

He did it again and again, not caring as slick poured from your pussy. It only made the slaps louder.

“Do you think you can come from just this,” Caleb teased in your ear, wrapping his arm tighter.

The only response he got was moans and whimpers. He gave you one last good smack before his rhythm went back to swirling the puffy bud. Oversensitive, you were just at your edge when he stopped completely.

You cried out a bratty, “Why?”

Caleb nipped at your ear, “The only way your coming is around my cock.”

Slipping his hand between your hips, he undid his pants and pulled his dick out. Lean his front on you, you were pushed to tip forward. Giving him better access, he pushed his cock right into you.

You almost screamed from the intrusion. He was filling you up past the brim and you loved it. You couldn’t hold back your noises, forgetting you were in fact in a public restroom. Caleb cinched your throat with his bicep, silencing you.

“You gotta be quiet, pips. Or do you want the whole motel to hear you?”

Shaking your head, you sucked your lips in, not wanting to get caught. He didn’t help in the slightest as he bucked into you with a rough, hard pace. He rammed you right into the door, the slab of wood quaking with thrust.

Caleb grunted right in your ear, his own breath hiccuping from driving into your wet, tight cunt. Going back to your clit, he pinched and fiddled with it. It made you clench even harder.

He laughed at the sensation. “Am I fucking you that good?”

At this point, all thoughts left your brain. Forgetting wanting to put up a fight, you dumbly nodded your head with repeated uh huh’s.

Chasing his release, Caleb didn’t relent. Giving your bud little love taps, you fell over the edge. Wetness poured from your fluttered cunt, coating his hand. He didn’t care as he continued to torment your poor clit until he shoved himself so deep you were squished against the door. He came with a gritted grunt.

You tapped your hands repeated against his bicep to get him to leave your clit alone. “Can’t, too much!”

“Sorry, sorry,” He quickly moved his focus to rub your hip to sooth you. “You want me to let go or do you need to be squished?”

“Squish.”

Kissing your temple, he didn’t remove his bicep just let, letting you come down in your own time.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

[daphwritesworld]

#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part two]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, Brat Tamer!Leah, fingering (R & Leah receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, spit kink oops, breath play, double penetration, Keira & Leah bending Reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (R & Keira receiving), making a porno, going to Paris Oui Oui (iykyk)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit, thigh, and ass spanks, being filmed while fucking, forearm choking (🫣), 3sum, Reader getting pipped tf down by some straps, mentions of said strap-ons referred to as cock/dick at times, being called a slut, whore, etc…

synopsis: How many footballers does it take to break a brat? Two!

word count: 5.9k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs are the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

You don’t even have time to react before you feel it– Keira pushing her strap in. A sudden gasp escapes you from the feeling, your hips trying to roll back and sink her deeper inside of your cunt. But that’s put to an end the second your girlfriend’s hands find your waist, holding you still as she pulls out completely before fucking you with just the tip. That perfect record you’ve shattered is starting to come back and haunt you sooner than you thought. A loud whine leaves your lips, an angry air surrounding it as you give a huff at the end. You try to force your hips back again, but the grip on them only tightens, sure to leave behind some bruises as a gift. As the struggle for control continues, Leah is watching with an amused smirk gracing her lips. Her eyes meet with Keira’s for just a second, but that’s enough for them to know what the next step is. 

A smack is heard echoing throughout the room followed by a broken cry. The skin on your ass tingles and stings from the handprint left etched there, and before you know it a hand is tangling in your hair. Your head is yanked up as Leah’s other hand drops to your mouth. Her eyes stare into yours, a fire burning behind them you can’t quite place. It’s like you’re her prey, and you can’t wait to get caught by the big bad wolf. The blonde slowly runs her thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the way your breath hitches from her touch. She licks her own lips before speaking, “You’re in enough trouble as it is, it’d straighten up if I was you, darling.” 

This is maddening, straight torture for your soul. You usually get exactly what you want with just a little pout and a “Please baby!” to follow. I mean how could Keira ever deny her sweet little princess when she’s been nothing but good? You’ve grown accustomed to being pampered, to getting your way no matter what. It’s Keira’s fault really, she’s created this monster all on her own. 

“Oh piss off–” you're caught off guard from the next slap delivered by your girlfriend. It isn’t to your ass or to your thighs– oh no. She goes straight for your clit. It’s puffy, red, and oh so sensitive. So it’s no surprise to her when tears start to gather up in your eyes, a moan being bitten down as you struggle for some sort of control back. This is not how this is supposed to go, and you won’t give in without a fight. Leah might be working against you now, but that just motivates you ten times more to prove them both wrong. 

“Don’t be rude to our guest,” Keira growls out. Her voice has a dangerous tint to it, as if she’s daring you to misbehave. You let out a giggle before your eyes meet Leah’s once more, your hips rolling back as Keira’s grip disappears from your hips. “Or what? We both know you’ll fuck me either way,” and then your sinking back further onto her strap. You only make it about halfway down before she’s holding you back in place, her own hand replacing Leah’s in your hair. 

You feel the burn on your scalp before your brain can process anything else. Everything in your eyesight is a blur for the next few seconds, your girlfriend manhandling you around like a damn throw pillow. It isn’t until your feet are touching the ground that you understand what position she’s put you in. You go to open your mouth and say something smartassy again, but you’re interrupted by a gasp that tears through your lungs. It’s punched out of you with Keira’s thrust inside of you, burying her silicone cock to the hilt of your pussy. 

“Get on your fucking tip toes,” She leaves another spank on your ass. You follow her direction, shifting into how she wants you as it changes the angle of her thrusts. It stretches and aches in the best way possible. It’s an all consuming feeling that has your toes ready to curl out from under you before she’s even started properly fucking you. You fight to keep your eyes facing forward in your skull, not wanting to show the effect she has over your pleasure. Keira leans over to lay some kisses up your back trailing to your neck, “You don’t deserve this– not one fucking bit. But tonight isn’t about you, baby.” 

Her hips start a bruising pace, desperate noises flying from your mouth as she bullies her way into your cunt.  Your arms scramble to try and hold your upper body up as you push off the mattress, but that plan is thwarted as a hand lands in the center of your shoulders and shoves your upper body back down into the sheets. “Dumb fucking slut,” she’s forcing you into a deeper arch now. Keira has never fucked you like this– sure you’ve had rougher sex…but nothing like this. She’s reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, and there is no denying how much you love it. The evidence is clear in the creamy white ring already forming around your girlfriend’s strap. Your thighs are drenched in your wetness, coating your skin with a glistening glow when the light catches it just right. 

It’s a sight Leah is trying to perfectly commit to memory. She’s thought of this so many times over the years, pictured exactly how she’d have her way with you alongside her best mate. But finally coming face to face with it? It’s knocking the air out of her lungs. She’s stuck watching the scene in front of her like a patron of a theater show– eyes racking over every line, curve, and inch of your body. It isn’t until one of your hands lands on her thigh that she’s snapped out of her trance. Your eyes aren’t even open, hands just desperately searching for something to hold onto as Keira rearranges your guts. The observation has the blonde smiling deviously, “One of us not enough for you?” 

You open your mouth at the question, sticking your tongue out as you look up. It takes all your focus just to meet her gaze, every muscle in your body screaming at you to give up and accept your fate. But why would you do that? I mean where is the fun in giving up so early? It causes a growl to come bubbling out of the blonde’s chest, one hand gripping your hair as the other goes to fist her purple strap. She places the tip on your tongue, her hips shallowly thrusting her way in as you choke on the newfound intrusion. She gives you a few seconds to adjust, letting her hands gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You don’t expect it when she shoves your head further down, your eyes burning with tears from the stretch in your throat. 

The grip in your hair tightens as Leah moves it into one hand, guiding your head to the pace she wants. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and a sudden sharp thrust from Keira has you moaning around the dildo stuffed down your throat. You can’t get away no matter where you run– stuck in a rhythm of pleasure and pain that keeps you addicted to the thrill. Keira’s hands run down your back and up your spine, her lips following as she leaves hickeys in her path. Once she reaches your neck her weight falls on top of you. She bullies her strap deeper into your cunt, pushing your body forward with the force behind her hips. It has you gagging around Leah, your nose burying itself into her groin as you try to blink the tears from your eyes. “Look so pretty deepthroating my cock,” it comes out a little raspy. “Who knew you’d be such a crybaby? Thought you’d put up more of a fig–” she cuts herself with a high pitch yelp. You’d dug your nails into her thigh where they’d been resting, little red crescent moons carved into her skin. It causes the Arsenal defender to jump back, pulling the purple dildo from between your lips. She has an incredulous look upon her face, a small dramatic gasp escaping from her lungs. “Feisty little thing aren’t you?” It has you giggling for a few seconds, but that’s put to a stop when your girlfriend pulls back till just the tip is inside of your pussy. 

She waits for a few seconds, letting herself take in the sight of you clenching around the head of her blue silicone cock. (The strap knew she was going to Chelsea before she did) It’s like your body is begging for it..begging for her. It makes a small smirk dance at the corner of her mouth, her eyes connecting with Leah’s as she slams her hips down into yours. She sneaks a hand down around to your front, rubbing circles on your clit as you squirm under her touch. She gives you a warning, “Stop moving, baby.” But the words go in one ear and right out the other, your body trying to crawl away not even two seconds later. It has Keira using her free hand to pull your head up, lightly wrapping her forearm around your neck as she climbs over you more. The change in position has you moaning out slurs of unintelligible words and pleas. Keira slows her hips as she speaks, “What’s your color, love?” 

“G-Greeeeen!” It comes out as a squeal as her plastic dick only sinks further into spots that’ve never been reached inside of you before. Places you didn’t even know could feel so fucking good. She loosens her arm from your throat as you give your answer. You respond by letting your mouth fall onto her bicep that's in front of you now, moaning out as you sink your teeth into the taut muscles there. It has Keira’s pace faltering for a moment, the pain registering as a shock straight to her clit. Her eyebrows start furrowing as she gets used to the feeling, drool running down her arm as you let your tongue lap at the freckled skin there. It sets a whole new fire under your girlfriend, fueling her hips as she uses her weight to slam down into you. The bed is shaking now, the creaking of springs from the hotel mattress and your combined sounds of pleasure filling up the room. This position has you hurling towards an orgasm, your eyes crossing as Keira’s dick game starts melting your brain into goo. 

“Can I cum?” You have to force yourself to get the muffled words out in time, hands gripping the sheets starting to tear off the corner of the previously perfectly made bed. 

Keira’s lips ghost against your neck, her breath leaving goosebumps in her wake. She stops at your ear, biting it first as a quiet groan bubbles out of her. “No,” you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Hold it like a good girl.”

It has a desperate whine leaving you, your gut twisting up as you fight the feeling back. The next thing you know you’re being blinded by a light in front of you, Leah’s voice filling up your mind. “Smile for the camera, pretty girl.” She once again puts her hand in your hair, pulling your head up as Keira adjusts her bicep back around your throat as she lightly squeezes. Not enough to hurt you or completely cut off your breathing– just enough to make your head feel a little fuzzy. Leah’s hand moves to squeeze your cheeks now, forcing your face towards the lens of the phone recording you. “You like getting held down and fucked like a dirty slut don’t you,” she says it as more of observation. There’s no question behind her statements, just a cocky assessment of your brattiness. “Act so big and bad in public, but you're just a needy little whore who needs her holes stuffed.”

Leah’s words have you clenching down around the strap pummelling into your insides, an unexpected orgasm about to tear from you before you can stop it. You brace yourself– ready to stay quiet in lieu of announcing your approaching high. But Keira is always ten steps ahead. She knows your body better than you do. Every single shake, shiver, and twitch has a distinct code that only she can decipher. Just as you’re about to spill over the edge she’s pulling out and landing a harsh slap down onto your ass, a cry leaving your lips as you try and grind your hips back towards her own. You don’t even have time to take a breath before she’s flipping you back over, your body bouncing on the mattress as you try to gather your bearings. Your girlfriend lands one last slap to your cunt before she moves to take the camera from her Leah’s hands, “She’s all yours, mate.” 

Oh. Fuck. 

You feel her before you see her, determined hands wrapping around your feet before pulling you towards the opposite edge of the bed . Your legs instinctively go to wrap around her hips and she lets you, her strap resting between the lips of your pussy. She’s standing on the floor towering over you, her tongue running between her lips as she rakes her eyes up and down your exposed body. Your chest is heaving, anticipation building as she runs her hands up to the backs of your thighs. Her teasing touches dance across your skin, shivers racking your body as she pushes and pulls your body along with hers. Leah lets her lips come dangerously close to your own, her hips grinding her strap right into your clit. “Missionary seems a little vanilla for you, Williamson. Thought you had more grit than that,” it doesn’t come out as strong as you’d like. A quiver to your voice showing the cracks below the surface of your facade. 

“I’ve dreamed of how I’d fuck you for years, and I’ve come to the conclusion that seeing your face when I break you? That’s what I really want. To lick the tears off your face as you beg me to put my dick back in and keep fucking you,” she brings one of your legs to rest up against her shoulder. “You like to think you’re in charge, but we all know at the end of the day,” she pulls back to line her tip up with your entrance. “...you’d do anything we say just to get your slutty pussy stuffed.”

She slams her hips into yours, the purple dick attached to her hips burying inside of you to the hilt in one thrust. One of her hands comes up to take turns groping your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples as her hips stay completely still. You push yourself up onto your forearms, looking down to see where she’s splitting you open. Her hand holding your leg in place moves around to rub your clit. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I mean how could it be when you're clenching and unclenching around the strap sitting so snuggly inside of you? 

“Le pl-please!” It comes out as a broken moan, fighting off the feelings of your submissiveness creeping up. Your body is begging for you to give up. Your pussy is leaking, gripping onto the fake veins of Leah’s strap as it cries for her attention. 

The smirk on her face is so prominent you can hear it, “Please what, darling?”

A groan escapes your lungs as you throw your head back, trying to ground yourself as you fight off the need to give in. A furrow between your brows forms as you raise your head back up, eyes locking with hers as your frustrations bubble up. “Move!” It’s a desperate cry, attitude sinking into your tone as the need for her overtakes your brain. 

“Not until you can prove you deserve it,” she lands a slap to your inner thigh. You let out a yelp as you jump from the impact, clenching down on the dildo inside of you. The air in the room gets thicker as the seconds tick by, your cunt throbbing for some attention as it leaks out a mess between your bodies. A pout settles into your lips as you watch her form above your own, taking this time to fully take in her appearance. Her hair’s been put up into a ponytail– little pieces around her face falling into place to perfectly frame it. Her muscles are flexed, bulging out with a light sweat dusting over her skin. She looks angelic, like she walked straight out of painting. A Greek goddess come to life from a stone carving. Everywhere your eyes drift sends a new wave of shocks and tingles straight towards your cunt. Your back arches on its own accord, your body searching out for more as the dizziness in your brain fogs over the rational parts telling you to put up a fight. 

“I’m sorry!” The words come spewing out before you can stop yourself, hips grinding down onto the strap as you start to babble out apologies. “Please fuck me,” it comes out so high pitched. “Use me however you want– I can take it!”

Suddenly your wrists are being dragged above your head, pinned to the duvet as your head bounces from the impact of moving on the springy mattress. Her lean body leans down over yours as your one leg stretches along with her movements, your knee touching your chest by the time she’s face to face with you. She hasn’t even started fucking you yet, but you’re already a mess beneath her…reduced to nothing but a needy little slut begging for more…begging for her. It’s like an adrenaline rush overtakes Leah with every whimper that escapes you, incoherent rambles spilling from your lips as your hips keep grinding up into her. “So whiney aren’t you, love?” She pulls her strap out slowly, making sure you feel every single inch moving inside of you. 

She pulls back till just the tip is in, your pussy clamping down to try and keep her from leaving the confines of your cunt. A desperate cry falls from your lips, wrists struggling against her restraint as she fucks you with just the tip. Not! Again! That’s all that’s going through your mind. “P-Please Le!” There’s tears pouring down your cheeks now, “W-Why are you being s-so mean!” Sobs rack through your body, your facade finally dissolving underneath the blonde’s reign. She chuckles darkly, eyes peering down at you like a predator about to devour their prey. The defender bends down towards your face as she speaks next, “You just look so pretty when you cry,” and she leans down to lick the tears off your cheeks. 

You moan out at the action, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip to try and hide your enjoyment from the humiliating act. Leah has you distracted by that, so it opens the best opportunity for her to slam her strap back into you. It knocks the wind out of you, silent screams coming from your ‘O’ shaped mouth. Suddenly Leah’s phone is back in your face, wet eyes twinkling from the light source. It snaps you out of your trance, a slutty moan tearing out of your throat. You’ve completely forgotten about the camera until now– too caught up in this cat and mouse game going on between you and Leah. She sets a punishing pace to her hips, sounds of your skin slapping filling up the room as your girlfriend films it like a porno director. Truth be told, you really do look like you walked right out a porn set right now: hair laying perfectly on the sheets beneath you, tits jiggling along to Leah’s thrusts, your pussy leaking all over the place, and of course the beautiful noises flowing from your mouth. Leah’s gaze finds Keira’s, “Hold her down for me, mate.”

Keira’s hands replace Leah’s on your wrists, the blonde using her own to grip your hips and use them as handlebars. She grounds herself as she bullies her cock into your pussy, pounding you into the mattress as the headboard starts banging against the wall. It has Keira running to put a pillow between the oak wood and the grey walls of the hotel to soften the blow. The last thing you all need is to get kicked out mid fuck sesh. Plus you have to be mindful of your neighbours, right? I mean… yeah, the super loud lesbian sex is probably already drowning out the tv on full blast…but at least she’s trying okay! You use this opportunity to let your hands roam freely. One of them goes up to her neck, fingers running along the gold chain dangling from around it. Leah’s eyes meet with yours before you wrap the necklace around your fingertips and pull her down towards you. It has a throaty groan leaving her mouth as you guide her lips onto your own.

Kissing Leah feels so natural– like you’ve done it for years. You’ve known each other longer than you’ve known Keira, but she handles your body with a familiarity you can’t quite place. She still faintly tastes of your cum, her tongue bullying its way into your mouth as she puts more force behind her hips. One of Leah’s hands comes up to wrap around your throat. “Pathetic,” her words are being broken up from your lips chasing hers. “Fucking,” and with lips like yours? “Slut,” she can’t help but keep coming back for more. Leah can only describe this experience as encountering an enchantress, your eyes and subtle touches blinding her brain with an overwhelming cloud of lust. You’ve sunk your claws under her skin and she can’t get you out– and she doesn’t want to. Not when your free hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, eliciting a perfectly balanced feeling of pain and pleasure to stimulate her brain. 

The flash is suddenly back and it draws your attention away enough for Leah to work her way out of your grip. Keira’s smirking down at the screen of her best friend’s phone, capturing the dumb look on your face as Leah fucks the coherent thoughts out of your head. She chuckles as she moves some stray hairs out of your face. “I think it’s time Le,” The blonde’s hips come to a stuttering stop. A slight hesitancy in her moves as she pulls herself up off the top of your body, “You sure?” 

“Trust me– she can take it,” Keira taps you on the cheek. “Right baby?” 

You don’t even know what's going on, but the thought of the night ending before you can cum again? NO CAN DO BITCH! Your hips grind against the dildo attached to her waist, noises leaving your lips that would normally embarrass you to no end. But you can’t find a care in this moment. Your mind is completely gone– the only thoughts consuming you are of having the Mario Coins beat out your pussy. 

“Use your words,” Leah lands a slap to your clit, more tears burning your waterline. “You know better than that,” Keira’s voice cuts in. Your mind is spinning, using all your energy to gather your wits to speak, “I c-can take i-it!” It comes out so whiny, high pitched and desperate as your voice cracks. Keira leans down to leave a kiss on your lips as Leah inches her cock out of you, “Good girl.” 

You’re suddenly being folded over, your knees resting against your breasts as they’re squished to your chest. Keira helps slide a pillow under your lower back, giving a better angle for her best mate to dig into her girlfriend’s guts. Leah’s hands hold the backside of your thighs in place, her strap sliding through your folds with ease. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you like this,” she lines her tip up as Keira once again picks up the phone. “Then you better not hold back, Williamson,” you’ve recovered enough to find your attitude. She sharpens her eyes at you, “Watch it.” 

“Make me,” a smile effortlessly falls onto your lips. “Make me beg for it,” your hands run from her stomach up to her neck– she shivers as your fingertips ghosts over her nipples. “Make me beg for you.” 

Her grip on the skin of your thighs tightens, bruises surely to bloom there on your skin tomorrow. She lets the first thrust set the tone, ruthless and demanding. “AHH!” It’s the only thing that can leave your lips. Leah plants her feet right by your ass, knees bent as she drills her cock into the depths of your cunt. This new angle has you drooling by the fifth thrust, mushroom tip massaging into your G-spot. Nothing to be heard but your rhythm of “Ah, Ah, Ah’s!”

 “God dammit,” Leah groans out as she looks down to see where you two are connected. Keira zooms in on the scene, purple silicone covered in a creamy white ring at the base. “Perfect. Fucking. Pussy,’ Leah says between harder thrusts. Her own muscles are tensing up, her clit getting stimulated with every thrust in this position. She’s fighting off her own orgasm, quelling the fire roaring inside her belly. You put your fingers in your mouth, trying to hide the sounds involuntarily being ripped from your body. Leah slaps your hands away. “If you wanted something in your mouth,” she flashes a devious smile to Keira. “All you had to do was ask.” 

The next thing you know you’re being greeted by the sight of your girlfriend’s thighs parting over your head. Your hands reach out for her, trying to pull her down towards you more. Keira catches your hands and holes them out beside you, a disappointed look overcoming her features. “Use your mouth for something it’s actually good at,” she begins lowering her pussy towards your face. “And maybe we’ll let you cum,” she rests her weight down onto your head. You moan out at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the taste. Your tongue goes to work, Keira taking the lead as she keeps you pinned down and her hips grind into your face. She gifts you with a moan and some praise, “Just like that, darling.” 

Her essence is painting across your face, your chin soaked as you shake your head from side to side, tongue laid out flat against your clit. If there is one thing you love more than being fucked? It’s eating out your girlfriend. One time you’d stayed buried between her thighs so long that her pubes left a small raw patch on your chin. She’d deemed it ‘Carpet burn’ and thought it was the funniest thing ever spoken on this planet. Bad puns and sex injuries aside– you’d die happily suffocating between her thighs. Your tongue sneaks its way inside her cunt, fucking her with it as you focus on her pleasure over your own. Her hips chase after her own high, your nose catching her clit as her chest heaves more. The grip around your head gets a little tighter as her muscles tense up. You moan out as Leah fucks into you harder, the vibrations going straight to Keira’s core. It has her legs muscles bulging and her nails digging into your restrained wrists. “Fuuuck,” she throws her head back. And just as she cums all over your mouth? Leah sets a rhythm of landing spanks to your clit, a white blinding hot heat creeping up your spine. 

Your body is squirming around as a familiar feeling starts taking over. You don’t even notice it’s gonna happen till it does, eyes rolling into the back of your head as whorish moans flow right out of you and into Keira’s cunt. It has her pulling off your face to properly hear you, eyes stuck in place along with Leah’s. “Fuuuck keep squirting, baby— thereeee you go!” Leah rasps out as she fucks you through the aftershock, her own orgasm crashing down over her as she tries to quite her sounds by burying her face in the crook of your neck.  Your legs are shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure racks through your body, tears streaming down your face as the euphoric feeling floats through your lungs like air. The blonde’s pace slows to a stop, her body falling on top of yours as you both gather your breaths back. You swear your ears are ringing at this point, clenching your eyes closed as you try and focus on leveling your breathing back out. Leah is caring and gentle as she pulls out of you and sets your legs back down into a normal placement. You wince a little, your legs aching from being placed in that position for so long. 

Keira sets you up and moves behind you, her lips leaving kisses on your neck to calm your heart rate down. “Color? We can stop if it’s too much,” her voice is so soft as she says it. You turn towards her as sweet hands come to cup your face, her thumbs running across your cheeks. Your eyes widen at that, “No!” You don’t even give her a second to take a breath before you cut in, “I’m still green, baby.” It has both girls laughing, sharing an amused look as you zealously get back into position with your back to your girlfriend’s chest. “Now come here and let me make you cum!” 

Leah rolls her eyes as she crawls closer, “Technically you already made me cum.”

“No, you made yourself cum with that strap game,” you reach and grab her fingers as you pull her closer to straddle over your lap. “So let me prove how good of a girl I can really be,” and then you put two of her fingers in your mouth. Leah’s eyes darken as she watches your mouth slick up her digits, your tongue caressing them as you get them nice and lubed up. She takes over for a second, fucking your throat as she keeps eye contact with you. Once she’s deemed them wet enough she takes them out, sliding them up to rest inside of your swollen cunt. You hiss out from the overstimulation, but she doesn’t move them. “I-I’m supposed to be making y-you feel good,” you chastise her. She grabs your wrist with her free hand as she guides it towards your lips.  She doesn’t even need to say anything for you to understand. Your cheeks are burning but you do it without any hesitation. The blonde guides your fingers as she once again fucks your throat. It has a wave of humiliation coursing through your veins as you suck and lick all over your own hand, your walls clenching down around Leah’s fingers. “Then hurry up and fuck me before I go back the club and find someone better to do it,” and her fingers are gone from inside you. 

You shake her fingers off your wrists as you pull your own from your mouth, running their tips across her erect nipples. She shudders from the action, hips shifting forward as she searches for some kind of friction against her aching clit. Her legs spread a little wider as she shifts on your lap, finally letting her full weight rest on you as she melts into your touch. “Doing so good, baby. Now tease her slit,” Keira starts directing your movements. It sets a whole new emotion of  arousal off within you. Your girlfriend telling you how to finger fuck her best mate? You think you might pass out on the spot. Have you died and gone to Heaven? Your fingers follow Keira’s words, fingers aimlessly running through the wet folds of Leah’s cunt as you avoid her clit. 

“Oh fuck off, Keira!” Leah groans it out as a furrow takes hold between her brows. You take a page out of the defender’s play book and land a slap to her bundle of nerves, “Don’t speak to her that way!” It’s barked out from your throat, Keira jumping from the surprise. You can feel her chest vibrating from laughter as she takes in the scene before her. “I mean you did say she was Feisty, Le.” Your fingers gather up her wetness as you circle around her entrance, “So apologize and I might let y/n help you finish, or you can be a bitch and ride her thigh. Your choice, mate.” Keira's eyes meet Leah’s in a tense battle of power ensues. You all know Keira calls the shots, but damn does it look good to see her fight for it. To claim what she so gratefully owns as her best friend squirms and withers right in front of her. 

Keira always gets a high off of being in control, but this is like a whole new drug. It’s entering her blood stream and sending her nervous system into disarray with every second that passes. “I’m sorry—” she barely gets the words out before you sink your fingers up into her cunt. It has her gasping into the air of the bedroom, back arching as her breasts are pushed into your face. Your mouth instinctually latches onto her nipples, tongue running over her buds as you periodically switch between the two. Leah’s body starts meeting your wrists, riding your fingers as you drool all over her tits. Keira still has half a mind to scrabble for the forgotten camera once more, directing it back to capture this magnificent sight before her. “D-Don’t stop!” It’s growled out as Leah’s hand once again finds its way to your hair. She pulls on it, guiding your gaze up to her own as you slobber on her boob currently stuffed in your mouth. Keira returns to giving you directions, “Rub her clit now, baby.” You let your thumb come up to assist, going back and forth between circles and figure 8’s as Leah’s hips start stuttering. You let your teeth graze against her nipples as you slightly pull away from her chest, lips coming back to leave hickeys across her chest. Her hips start to get sloppy as she grinds her groin down onto your hand, her slick dripping as it runs down your wrist and around your forearm. Leah’s eyes meet yours as her body tenses up, her hand pulling your face to hers as you crash your lips together. You swallow up all of her noises of bliss as she slows her pace above you, looking like perfection as she lets herself collapse into you. She places a kiss to your forehead after she’s gained enough of her breath back, eyes meeting with Keira’s over your shoulder. 

The two of them speak simultaneously as they already start moving into different positions, “Round 2?”

[losermuse]

+1-800-UNAVAILABLE

CW: 18+ (mdni), gn!reader, dom!caleb, handjob/blowjob, slight exhibitionism, friend with benefit au.

Stealing your fwb! Caleb’s attention while he’s on the call with his pipsqueak. You’re in his lap before the call even connects, lips pressed to the side of his neck. He doesn’t push you away—just rests a hand on your thigh like he already knows where this is going. The screen lights up with pipsqueak, and he answers with a sigh.

“Hey, pips.”

“Gege!” she chirps, bright and eager. “Took you long enough! I wasn’t sure if you were still alive.”

You drag your mouth slowly up his throat, lips brushing just under his jaw. His voice stays even, but his grip on your leg tightens slightly, warning you.

“Barely,” he mutters. “Been buried in deadlines.”

She laughs. “Same here. Senior year’s a nightmare. Everyone’s obsessed with college, but no one knows what they’re doing. I wish you were still here.”

You trail your fingers down his bare chest, tracing the faint line of his happy trail—dark and soft, leading down from his navel and disappearing beneath his waistband. You follow it lower, teasing just above his jeans before slipping a hand inside. He’s already getting hard, twitching under your palm.

“Yeah?” he says, and even though it’s directed at her, his eyes are on you. “You’ll survive.”

“I dunno.” She sighs dramatically. “Are you coming back home soon? Like for the holidays or whatever? Grandma’s been asking.”

You lean in, lips brushing his ear. Multitasking looks good on you, you whisper as fingers curl around him.

Caleb swallows hard. “I might. Depends on finals.”

“You better,” she says. “It’s not the same without you. One of your old playlists came on while I was studying. I forgot how much I liked your weird taste in music.”

You slide to your knees between his legs, tugging his jeans down enough to free him. He’s heavy and flushed in your palm, thick and already leaking. You stroke him slowly, your thumb teasing the slit, before leaning in to kiss the head—wet, open-mouthed, tongue flicking soft and slow.

Then you take him into your mouth, inch by inch, lips stretching around him.

Your other hand slips lower, cupping his balls. You fondle them gently, fingers rolling over the soft weight in your palm. His breath catches as you massage them, your tongue working the underside of his cock while your hand plays with him, coaxing every ragged breath from his lungs.

Caleb’s fingers curl into your hair, gripping tight, but he doesn’t push. He’s just holding on, grounding himself as you take him apart.

“Still listening to my playlists?” he mutters, voice strained, rougher than before. “You need better taste.”

She laughs, light and clueless. “You’re such a jerk. But seriously—I kinda miss it. You, I mean. Things were more fun when you were still around.”

You hum around him, letting the vibration buzz through your throat while your fingers give his balls another gentle squeeze. His hips jerk, dangerously close to breaking.

“You okay?” she asks suddenly. “You sound weird.”

“M’fine,” he grits out, jaw clenched. “Just… focused.”

“On me?” she teases.

You swirl your tongue around the head, hollowing your cheeks slowly and deeply. His grip on your hair tightens, and his knuckles turn white.

“Sure,” he breathes. “You.”

“You always say that with your liar voice,” she pouts. “Whatever. I’ll let you go if you promise to call later. Don’t forget.”

“Won’t.”

“You swear?”

“Yeah. Bye, Pips.”

The call ends. Caleb doesn’t even look at the phone. He just stares down at you, chest heaving, face flushed.

“You’re outta your fucking mind,” he says, voice frayed and low.

You pull off him with a slick pop, chin wet, hand still gently stroking his cock. “You didn’t stop me.”

His hand fisting in your hair drags you up to meet him, eyes dark and blown wide.

“Get back to work,” he growls. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it.

“Aye aye, Captain.”

[savyindeepspace]

Dangerous Game🍎♟️

Tags: Fem reader x Colonel Caleb, smut, teasing, office sex, dom Caleb, praise, aftercare, body worship

Description: sending Caleb lewd messages can only go so far. He’ll play along until your face to face, then he’s in charge.

*MDNI* 🔞

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You🌸: [image 01]

Hi baby 😘

Caleb🍎: typing…

Pips…I’m in a meeting…

You🌸: [image 02]

But I miss you 😢

Caleb🍎: typing…

Be at the Fleet Headquarters in an hour.

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. You knew Caleb would submit, he always does. However, he’s never asked you to come to the Fleet directly. The Colonel would normally halt any objectives for the day and rush home to you. Something about seeing him in that position of power sent a shiver of excitement through you. He had a surplus of uniforms in his closet so that he was always prepared for last minute assignments. You took in upon yourself to wear only his jacket and hat. Leaving nothing to the imagination, your nude body was framed by the dark, navy fabric. When he checked his phone under the conference table, the droning voice of his commander became muffled static. The way you angled your camera gave him a wide view. Supple skin, full breasts, your long legs and what was between them, all too far from his reach. A droplet of sweat rolled down the back of his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed dryly. Caleb crossed his legs, hiding the aching bulge that fought against the confines of his pants. Sitting through the remainder of this 55 minute meeting was going to be pure hell. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more delighted, taking your time to get ready. Using his favorite body wash, lotion and perfume, slowly gliding apple flavored gloss across your full lips; every step of your little plan was done meticulously. Caleb always worshipped the ground you walked on, giving in to your every desire, but you hoped to see a different side of him today when you arrived at his office. You wanted to see The Colonel.

•••

When you arrived at the FSF headquarters, Liam—Caleb’s adjutant, greeted you. “It’s not often you visit…must be something urgent,” he said. You feigned innocence, your voice almost too sultry, “yes, something like that.” The long, dark halls stretched for what felt like miles before you eventually reached your destination. “I’ll..uh, leave you to it,” Liam murmured before swiftly returning to his duties. You raised your closed fist to knock, but Caleb’s voice hummed through the steel door, “it’s open.” Emerging in the dimly lit room, you approached him from behind, resting your hands over his eyes, “afternoon, Colonel.” His gloved hands took hold of your wrists as he slid your makeshift blindfold away from his face. Caleb turned to look at you, amethyst eyes roaming from head to toe. He drank in the sight of you, the color of your dress, how short it was, your intoxicating scent. You even wore your hair just how he liked it—long and down your back. “You look stunning,” he hymned, kissing the back of your hand. A soft hum followed his words as you sat in his lap. He looked exhausted. His gaze was drowsy and lips were chapped, but you ran your thumb over them in admiration anyway. Caleb works too hard, you thought. His mind was always clouded with so much pain, guilt and regret; you just wanted to take it away—even for a moment. His hands rested on your hips, and you played with his soft brown hair. You enjoyed each other’s presence for a few quiet minutes before he spoke, “what’s gotten in to you, Pips?,” his arms tightened around your waist. “I–just wanted to make you feel better…you’ve been too hard on yourself–too distant from me,” you replied, sweeping his bangs away from his brow. Caleb shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, heat radiated off him and the thick layers of his uniform stuck to his skin. “That doesn’t mean you should send me stuff like that…if we get caught—,” “so what? The Fleet would be lost without you. Just focus on me right now…,” you interjected, grazing his reddened ear with your lips.

•••

Caleb’s breath hitched, a shallow gasp broke from his throat. “Fine…,” he stood, setting you on top of his desk. You watched him slowly walk to the door and turn the lock, the satisfying click echoed in the room. He approached you, his expression was stern yet something about his eyes proved he was just as willing to take the risk. The coolness of his leather gloves sent a chill down your spine as his hands splayed over your thighs. “You’ve played your little game long enough, on your knees, now.” His voice was firm, deep, warm breath heating the exposed skin of your neck. Your eyes stayed on him as you slid off his desk. The Colonel stopped you briefly, gently holding your chin, “for your knees,” he whispered, folding his uniform jacket and placing it at your feet. As you lowered to the floor, Caleb worked at his belt, then the button of his pants, his zipper. Your mouth watered in anticipation, eyes lidded with lust. “Remember, no touching until I say so,” he instructed. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. “What was that?,” “y-yes sir…,” “good girl.” His hand smoothed over his groin and he moaned, slightly tilting his head back. You bit your bottom lip, patiently waiting for your turn to touch him, taste him and hopefully feel him inside you. “Look at what you did, sending those pictures…making me hard during a meeting,” he reprimanded, pulling his cock free and holding it firmly at the base. He stroked himself slowly, your pupils dilated at the bead of precum leaking from the tip. “You want it don’t you?” He teased, running a thumb through the clear essence. Your eyes shimmered, begging silently for a taste.

“Open.” Your jaw fell slack, revealing your moist, pink tongue at his command. Caleb pressed his thumb against it, leaving traces of leather and salt on your tastebuds. His body shuddered when you wrapped your lips around the single digit, it popped loudly as he pulled it from your mouth. “…please,” you panted, hands running up his thighs. He gently pet your hair, “so polite…,” your sweet voice was melting his resolve, gnawing at his strength. He held the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, “go ahead.” You pursed your lips along his length, humming with every kiss. The light vibrations made Caleb’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping gently at the roots. “Fuck—,” he cursed under his breath, your lips were so soft and warm as they feathered over his cock. His thumb smoothed across your cheek, “you wanna stroke it for me, sweet girl?,”

“mhmmm..”

“Good…now–,” he choked as you gripped him, fluidly pumping with two hands. You took him into your mouth, eyes rolling back as his inches filled your throat. He guided your head with one hand, while the other dug into his office chair, knuckles almost tearing through his skin. Caleb tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to cool his rapidly heating body. Your movements only grew faster, messier, plummeting him into release, “S-stop.” His eyes were squeezed tight and breaths ragged, he couldn’t let go, not yet at least.

•••

Caleb tucked his hands under your armpits, hoisting you up from the floor. He pulled your body into his and leaned down to kiss you. He moaned into your mouth, tongue ghosting your bottom lip, tasting your sweet gloss. “Mm apple? You know me so well,” he purred, fingers curling into the hem of your dress. Your hands traveled down his waist in an attempt to grope his cock. He quickly caught your wrist, “what did I say about touching?” A whine emanated from your lips, “n-not to…but—,” “no buts, turn around.” You obeyed, back facing him, heart pounding behind your ribs. The Colonel sank his palm into the small of your back, “now bend over, slowly.” As you leaned over, pressing your torso to the glass top desk, you felt Caleb’s hand slither beneath your dress. Your breath hitched when his fingers rubbed over your ruined panties. “Such a bad girl, you’re already soaking wet…tsk.” The lacy fabric descended down your legs, leaving your needy pussy on full display. “So pretty…,” he praised, his breath warming your flesh. “C-Caleb, please…,” you whimpered impatiently. Smack, a harsh spank swiped across your ass, leaving your skin flushed and stinging. “It’s Colonel, remember?,” he corrected, rubbing the warm handprint he left behind. “Haah—yes sir…” He hummed with approval, pursing kisses up the backs of your thighs. His nose nuzzled into your heat, tongue separating your folds. Caleb braced his hands on your rear and spread you open even more. He enclosed his mouth around your clit and filled you effortlessly with two fingers, “mmm I love how ready she always is for me,” he growled, languidly pumping into your core. You sank your teeth into your forearm in an attempt to muffle the noises that fell from your mouth. The sharp pinch of your canines made goosebumps bloom all over your body. Your legs trembled and nerves buzzed with every suck and drag of The Colonel’s tongue. Tears welled in your eyes and your gut twisted, a blend of pleasure and agony.

•••

Leaving your nerves, wrecked, rattling and burning from stimulation, Caleb finally pulled his mouth away. You sighed with relief, slightly collapsing against the desk. He fisted your hair in to a ponytail and lightly tugged your head back, lowering his lips to whisper in your ear, “You want me to fuck you now, baby?” You nodded frantically, pushing your ass into his waist. Smack, another spank, not to scold—but arouse. You mewled loudly, “p-please…C-Colonel.” The head of his cock slid through your folds, “I love it when you beg.” A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he pushed inside you, his fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck—you’re so tight,” he rasped, his jaw clenching from the hold your walls had on him. He deliberately rolled his hips, sending ripples through your ass. “Mmm—yes, yes…,” you keened, vision blurring from his constant, heavy thrusts. A sudden murmur of voices echoed in the hallway, prompting Caleb to cover your mouth. The only thing you could hear was your shallows breaths and the footsteps that eventually descended into the distance. “If you can’t be quiet, bite my hand okay?,” his voice was gentle and low. You nodded, kissing his palm. The thrill of possibly getting caught made arousal run down your thighs. His weight pressed firmly against your back, lips dotting kisses down your neck and shoulder. Caleb pulled his cock out to the tip before shoving himself to the base. You yelped, sinking your teeth into his gloved hand, making him hiss through gritted teeth. “I want you to cum for me, can you do that, beautiful?,” he soothed, his husky voice pouring over your eardrums like warm, rolling fog. “M-mhmmmmm…,” your body was begging for release, insides ripping apart the closer you approached orgasm. The Colonel rubbed messy circles on your clit, mumbling praises in your ear as you fell apart. “Mhmm, I know baby. I know you feel so full right now. Taking. Every. Inch like a good girl. You deserve to cum all over my cock.” Your jaw tightened, almost puncturing a hole through Caleb’s glove. His thrusts slammed into you and with one final shove, you finally let go. You moaned into his palm, your voice raw yet angelic. A mess of arousal trickled down his abdomen, dripping on the floor from where your bodies connected.

•••

You fluttered around his length, chest heaving against the desk. Every pulse of your walls sent lightening through Caleb’s frame and that alone was enough to make him falter. His warm essence mixed with yours as he spilled himself inside you. He grunted, the sound was primal, guttural. His rigid muscles softened and he held his weight to avoid crushing you beneath it. The sensation of his warm lips pressing on your dewy skin elicited a soft moan. “So good for me..,” kiss “so perfect…” kiss “thank you baby.” Your heart swelled from his sweet words, you turned over to face him, cupping his rosy cheek. He kissed you, slowly, reverently, the worship returning in his touch. Caleb knelt before you, pursing his lips up your legs as he put your panties back in place. He straightened his uniform and pulled your dress down before combing the tangles from your hair with his fingers. “I’ll walk you to the exit, Liam can take you back to my place.” “Okay..” Your fingers laced together as you walked to the flight deck, Caleb pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “see you when I get home, Pips.”

You nod and begin to turn away when the grip on your wrist tightened, “but just so you know…I’m not done with you yet.” You bit your lip, looking into his violet eyes, “promise?”

“Promise.”

*~*~*~*~

End.

Writer’s Note: thank you so much for reading!:) Please do not steal or repost. More LADS Fics are pinned on my profile.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/savyindeepspace/785534882505981952/dangerous-game-pt-2

[kissandtellus]

The Simple Things

Synopsis: MC returns to Skyhaven after some time apart. Don’t worry, they are making up for lost time.

Warnings: Slightly submissive Caleb, then Soft!Dom Caleb, orgasm denial, choking, oral (m & f), just domesticated fluff for the announcement of his birthday card!

Caleb's eyes light up with genuine warmth as he sees his beautiful girl stepping off the transport pod at Skyhaven's docking bay. He strides forward, closing the distance between them quickly. Without hesitation, he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her neck. "Welcome home.”

She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You act like I haven't seen you in years," she teasingly says, pulling back to look at his face. His purple eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at her, his expression boyish and unguarded.

"Well, when your girlfriend is out hunting monsters across half the galaxy, every day feels like a year," he admits, his hands moving to her waist. She feels….thinner, like she hasn’t had a proper meal. His eyes scan her face worryingly, "How are you holding up? You look tired.”

"I'm fine.” she assures him, but he can see the dark circles under her eyes and knows she's been pushing herself too hard. Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms, making her yelp in surprise. "Caleb!" she protests as he carries her towards his quarters in the Farspace Fleet base.

The walk consists of her fist balled up in playful jabs to his back and shoulders, maybe a slap on his butt.

"Shh, you need rest," he commands, his voice firm but gentle as he kicks his door open. He deposits her carefully on his bed, climbing in after her to pull the blankets over both of them. He spoons her, wrapping his arms and legs around her in a protective burrito.

She lets out a sigh of relief from the soft bed. It’s not everyday you get to sleep on the Farspace Fleet’s finest mattress.

"Mhm, best mattress in the fleet.” He murmurs smugly against her ear, knowing exactly why she's so relaxed. He begins to gently massage her shoulders, making her melt further into his chest. "Missed you, Beautiful.” He whispers, pressing a feather-light kiss to her neck.

“I missed you t-Caleb! No markssss! Jenna will get pissed if you leave a bruise again!” Her superior already gave her gentle reprimands the last time she showed up for assignment with Caleb’s confession love bites on her bruised throat last time.

He chuckles softly, his lips curving into a smirk against her skin. "Alright, alright," he concedes, pulling back slightly to ensure his kisses remain gentle and non-marking. "Wouldn't want Jenna hunting me down for leaving hickeys on her stronger Hunter."

He watches her laugh softly, his eyes tracking the action. He loves that she's so comfortable around him. No pretend acts, no filters. He knows she's tired. Her laugh slowly dies down, her body relaxing back against his. His massaging fingers slow down, almost petting her shoulders now.

She sighs under his touch, strong and calloused fingers from weapons digging into her muscles. “You don’t need to pamper me Honey…”

“And miss the excuse to touch you? Not a chance," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower in that way that always makes her heart skip. "Besides, someone's gotta take care of my girl when she's too stubborn to admit she needs rest."

His hand drifts down from her shoulder, trailing along her arm before linking their fingers together. He brings their hands up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, Pips. Jenna's noticed too."

His touch feels so good. It feels like forever since he’s touched her. He’s purposefully drawn the curtains closed to give her the ability to sleep in broad daylight.

He sits there holding her hand, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles on her skin. The room is quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing and the occasional kiss he presses to her knuckles. The curtains are drawn, blocking out the sunlight and creating a cozy, dimly lit space perfect for sleeping.

He watches her eyes flutter closed, her breathing becoming slower and deeper. She's falling asleep in his arms like she always does when they're together like this. He smiles softly, pressing one last kiss to her hand before setting it down on his chest.

He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as she sleeps. He runs a hand through her hair gently, pulling it away from her face. He loves seeing her like this - peaceful and vulnerable, completely at ease in his presence. He leans his head back against the pillow, closing his own eyes.

Caleb isn’t the heaviest sleeper, but being with his lover makes him feel safe again. The time goes by slowly, both of their worries pushed to the far reaches of their minds.

But when he awakes, it’s with a soft, heated constriction around his cock.

He stirs awake slowly, his eyes fluttering open to find her curled against him. He feels her warm breath against his chest before noticing the heated pressure around his cock. A soft groan escapes him as he realizes she's taken him into her mouth while he slept.

Her pretty eyes lock into his face, drool leaking over the swell of his balls. She’s obviously had him in her mouth for awhile, judging by the pure amount of saliva

His eyes darken with desire as he watches her, his breath hitching slightly. He can feel the wet heat of her mouth, the gentle suction that has already brought him to full hardness. He doesn't move, not wanting to disrupt the moment but also unable to resist running a hand through her hair gently.

How and WHY did he deserve such a goddess in human flesh?

She continues to suck him slowly and deeply, taking him all the way to the base before pulling back with a popping sound. More saliva drips down his shaft as she looks up at him with those pretty eyes, waiting for his reaction or instruction. His hand remains in her hair, gently gripping the strands.

"Fuck, Pips..." he whispers roughly, his hips lifting slightly in encouragement. "Look at you, being such a good girl with your mouth.” He maintains eye contact, his breathing increasingly un steady. His grip on her hair tightens just a bit more, guiding her rhythm but letting her maintain control.

He watches as she takes him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks hard. The wet sounds combined with her drooling and those innocent eyes watching him are almost too much. His hand moves from her hair to gently tap her cheek. "You gonna swallow all this for me?"

His sweet girl hums around his cock. The dark circles have faded after her nap, but tears gather in the corner from the delicious burn of his cock in her throat

His eyes roll back slightly at the vibrations of her hum against his cock. Seeing those tears gather makes his heart pound harder, knowing she's pushing herself for him. "That's it baby.” He encourages softly, his voice strained. He guides her head down further until she takes him all the way into her throat.

His eyes roll back slightly at the vibrations of her hum against his cock. Seeing those tears gather makes his heart pound harder, knowing she's pushing herself for him.

“That's it baby.” He encourages softly, his voice strained. He guides her head down further until she takes him all the way into her throat.

He holds her there for a moment, his hands gently holding her head in place as he sits deep in her throat. He can feel her gagging slightly, tears streaming down her face, and it's the most erotic thing he's ever seen. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely. "Swallow.”

The simple command makes her throat constrict.

His control snaps at the sight of her swallowing around him like that. With a grunt, he starts thrusting shallowly into her throat, fucking her mouth hard and fast now that he can't hold back anymore. His cock throbs violently as he nears his release. "Gonna cum!”

She pulls off his weeping cock, pressing her cheek to his soaked cock as her hand fists his length sloppily. “Cum for me Honey. Wanna taste you.”

A deep groan escapes him at her words and the feel of her cheek against his sensitive cock. He grabs a handful of her hair tightly as he comes hard, painting her face with his release. "Fuck... fuck..." He pants heavily, completely undone by her obedience and dirty talk. "Open your mouth.”

She obediently opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. He watches as she sticks out her pink little tongue, waiting for him to feed her his hot, thick cum. The sight of her like this, innocent yet so fucking dirty, has him coming even harder. "Holy fuck, take it, take it Pretty Girl.”

He pumps his hips, forcing his still hard cock to spray thick ropes of cum directly onto her outstretched tongue. He groans deeply as she starts swallowing, her throat bobbing with each gulp. When he finally finishes, he's left panting heavily, his legs shaking slightly from the intensity of his release.

She licks her lips, cum smearing across her chin as she giggles. Caleb chuckles, snatching her up to pin her beneath him.

It’s his turn.

He grins down at her, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. "You little slut.” he whispers playfully, nipping at her bottom lip. He can feel her giggle against him as he settles between her legs, rubbing his still-hard cock against her thigh.

"Look at those pretty lipstick stains..." he murmurs, wiping a smear of his cum from her chin with his thumb. She mentally cursed herself for not taking off her makeup when she arrived at Skyhaven. It always ended up ruined anyways.

Before she can respond, he slides down her body, pushing her thighs apart forcefully. "Now it's my turn to fucking worship you.”

“You already do.” She whispers. Their moments together seem even more far and inbetween now. But she cherishes every moment

His heart clenches at her whisper, a rare moment of vulnerability passing between them amidst the heated intimacy. He presses a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before burying his face between her legs without another word. His tongue finds her clit immediately, sucking and licking with intentional slowness.

He eats her out like a starving man, his hands gripping her thighs possessively. He remembers every little detail - how she tastes, how she sounds, how she feels. It's almost like he's trying to imprint her on his tongue and lips, knowing their time is limited.

His fingers leave imprints on her thighs. Her fingers are threaded through his hair, hips bucking. “Your tongue f-feels so good, my Good Boy….”

The praise makes his heart pound harder, his tongue pressing harder against her clit as he laps at her wet pussy. Fuck, he loves when she calls him her good boy. It makes him feel like he's actually doing something right for once in his miserable life.

But since he returned to her, his life has been far from miserable.

He doubles down on his efforts, his tongue flicking faster and harder against her sensitive nub. He slides two fingers into her wetness, curling them upwards to hit that spot he knows drives her wild. His free hand grips her thigh tightly, holding her open for him as he devours her.

She’s staring up at his ceiling for a moment before dropping her chin to her chest. And good God above, his pretty purple eyes are gazing at her like she put the stars in the sky.

His eyes never leave hers as he watches her fall apart beneath him. Seeing those beautiful eyes stare back at him fills him with something he can't quite describe - Love? Obsession? He doesn't know anymore. All he knows is that she's his everything right now.

He keeps his gaze locked with hers as he fucks her with his fingers, curling them deeper inside her. His tongue circles her clit in tight, urgent circles. He can feel her getting closer, can see the pleasure etched on her face, and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

She’s desperately rutting her cunt across his face and sharp nose, singing praises for her partner. “Yeah? Yeah you like me fucking your face?”

A low, muffled groan vibrates against her clit as he nods vigorously, his fingers moving faster inside her. "Mmmph, yes," he manages to mumble, his words distorted by her wetness. He loves every second of it—her dirty talk, her grinding against his face, everything.

"Fucking drown me with this pretty pussy.” he growls against her, his tongue pressing flat against her clit as he flicks it rapidly. He hooks his fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot and pressing hard as he watches her eyes roll back in her head.

Her orgasm hits her like a bullet. Her toes curl over his shoulders and Caleb laps at her juices like a thirsty dog.

He groans deeply, drinking her down like she's the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted. His fingers slow their pace inside her but don't stop moving entirely, drawing out every last shudder and tremor from her orgasm until she finally collapses back onto the bed.

He kisses his way up her stomach, her chest, until he reaches her mouth. She can taste herself on him, and it only turns her on more. He kisses her deeply, passionately, his hands gripping her face gently as his tongue explores her mouth thoroughly.

She taste herself on his mouth and giggles. “Sorry I soaked your face.”

Caleb chuckles against her lips, shaking his head softly. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs between kisses. “I fucking loved it.” He presses another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “I’d let that pretty cunt drown me anytime.”

He sits up suddenly, making her laugh as he grabs his shirt and uses it to wipe his face clean of her juices. He balls up the shirt and throws it across the room playfully. Then he captures her mouth again in a hungry kiss before breaking away abruptly.

She feels his aching cock pressed against her weeping cunt. Caleb pulls from the kiss for a second. He wants to ensure she’s not too tired to continue.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, his hands framing her face gently. His thumb rubs soothing circles on her cheek while his hard length pulses against her sensitive folds teasingly. "Do you need a break or..." He leaves the question hanging, giving her an out if she's too sensitive or tired.

She looked like an Angel returned to earth. Skin glistening with sweat, her hair all over the place, her thighs soaked in juices.

She moans softly at his touch, her hips rolling instinctively against his hard cock. "No break needed," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She reaches down and wraps her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him gently before guiding the head to her entrance. "Fuck me, Caleb."

His breath catches in his throat as she guides him to her entrance. "Fuck," he hisses, holding her hips firmly. "You sure?" He wants to make sure one last time, though every fiber of his being screams at him to just push inside her wet heat. "You're still sensitive—"

She cuts him off with a buck of her hips, pushing his cock deeper inside. “Shut up.”

"Fuck!" he groans loudly, grabbing her hips more firmly as he thrusts forward completely, seating himself fully inside her. "Brat," he breathes out between gritted teeth, already fighting the urge to come undone. "You wanted this dick, now you're gonna take it."

He starts to move, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward roughly. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the room as he sets a brutal pace, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. "This what you needed, huh?" He growls, bottoming out inside her with each thrust.

She nods eagerly through whines. The Wanderers had been so tough, work was draining. She needed a good dicking down.

His hands squeeze her hips almost painfully as he pounds into her mercilessly. The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl," he grunts out, one hand moving to grip her throat gently but firmly.

The hand he squeezes her throat with is his good arm. He never, ever wanted to choke her with his mechanical arm. He couldn’t feel shit out of it, never knew how tight he was squeezing.

He watches as her eyes roll back, her mouth opening in silent moans. His thumb presses down on her pulse point as he chokes her gently with each snap of his hips. He's fucking her thoroughly just like she asked, giving her those earth shattering thrust she needed after those Wanderers.

Caleb gazes down at her with love. Her gaze was locked on him, legs hooks over his hips. “Deep, deeper!” She pleads.

His eyes flash with intense love and desire as he leans forward, pressing her legs back further against her chest. "Fucking deepest then," he grunts, his cock hitting something so incredibly deep inside her that her eyes water. "Is this what you fucking needed?"

"Mhm!" He starts fucking her at an impossibly deep angle, his pelvis slamming against her ass with each thrust. The head of his cock hits that spot so perfectly deep inside her that she sees stars. "You like my big dick hitting that spot so fucking deep?"

She clung to him like a lifeline. He’s always been here for her, since childhood. Even amid his strokes, she pleaded for his every touch.

He kisses her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her at that deep, brutal pace. "I got you, baby. I always fucking got you," he murmurs against her lips, his hand moving to play with her clit roughly in time with his thrusts.

"Please," she begs, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. "I need to cum. Please let me cum!" She's so close, her body trembling with the need for release. Caleb's touch, his love, his dick, it's everything she's ever needed.

But Caleb was a mean lover from time to time. He belittled her with a sickening sweet tone.

“Mmmm," he hums mockingly sweetly, slowing down his thrusts just enough to tease her. "You think you deserve to come already? After all that whining about needing my cock in your dirty cunt?" He smirks down at her, knowing full well how close she is.

She lets out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into his back as she tries to pull him deeper. "Caleb please," she sobs out his name like a prayer. His mean words only make her more desperate to come on his cock. He loves breaking her like this. It's his favorite game.

He suddenly tightens his hand around her throat, cutting off her air slightly as he starts pounding into her harshly again. "Shut up and take my cock like a good girl," he growls into her ear, his other hand still roughly playing with her clit. "Cum only when I say you can."

Her eyes roll back from the sudden intense pleasure and lack of oxygen. She's completely at his mercy, her body shaking and convulsing around his thick length. She tries to nod obediently even though she can barely breathe, desperate to please him and come when allowed. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes.

"God, you look so fucking pretty when you're begging to come on my dick," he groans, his own release building. He's intentionally prolonging her torment, enjoying the sight of her so desperate and needy for him. "Not until I say, okay?" He kisses her roughly.

She doesn’t want to dissapoint him. Not ever. “Y-Yes Sir…”

He smiles darkly at her submission, his pace becoming even more brutal and punishing. "That's my good girl.” he praises, his thumb pressing down harder on her throat. He can feel his own orgasm approaching rapidly now, but he refuses to let himself go until she's begging him for it.

"You know what a good little slut does when she wants her orgasm?" He asks, his voice dripping with dominance. He slows down his thrusts again, just enough to keep her on the edge of insanity. Her body is trembling violently around him.

She gasps out between sobs, "W-What does a good little slut do, Sir?" Her voice is hoarse from crying and moaning. Her mind is a mess, consumed only by her need to come and please him. He knows exactly what he's doing to her, and he loves it.

"A good little slut thanks her Colonel for every thrust, every touch," he explains, his hips rolling slowly into hers. His other hand comes up to pinch and twist her nipples harshly. "She begs for his permission to cum like the needy whore she is."

"Thank you, Sir... Thank you for every thrust..." She whispers between broken sobs, her body shaking with desperate need. "Please... May I cum? May your good little slut come on your cock?" She's completely surrendered to him now, her pride and dignity forgotten in the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation.

"Shit," He mutters darkly, his self-control nearly shattering. He loves seeing her like this - completely shameless and desperate for his permission. "You forgot something," He smirks wickedly, slowing down his thrusts again.

Her body is taunt like a bow string ready to snap.

"What do good sluts say before they cum?" He prompts, his voice a low, commanding growl. He's practically vibrating with the effort to hold back his own release. His hand moves from her throat to her mouth, pressing his fingers against her lips as if to silence her answer. "Mmm?"

"Please, Colonel! Please let your little slut cum on your cock..." She cries out, her voice muffled by his hand but still desperate and pleading. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She's completely lost in the moment, consumed by her need for him.

"Good girl.” He praises darkly, finally allowing himself to let go. His hips snap forward violently, his rhythm becoming erratic as he fucks her through his own orgasm. His fingers tighten around her throat again, cutting off her air as he comes deep inside her.

"No, no, no, no-" She whimpers softly, her body milking his length without his permission. She's so sensitive that even his shallow thrusts now make her see stars.

"Look at you," He mutters softly, watching her body twitch and convulse beneath him. His seed leaks out of her, making his thrusts wetter and sloppier.

His cute little Pipsqueak had gushed on his cock without permission.

Her cunt pulsates with need from her orgasm. She tries to wipe her eyes free of pleasured tears, sniffling. “Caleb…”

"Did I say you could cum?" His tone becomes harsh, despite just giving her the best orgasm of her life. He pulls out of her slowly, deliberately making her feel his absence. “Bad girl.” His voice carries the perfect mix of dominance and teasing.

She sniffles and tries to hide her face in her hands. “Nngh! Mm’ sorry! Sorry!”

His fingers grip her wrists, pulling them away from her face. “Don't hide from me, Pipsqueak. Look at what you've done. Made a mess of yourself without permission..." He grabs the back of her neck, forcing her to look down at where they are still connected, juices and cum soaking his sheets.

He trails his fingers through the mess they've made together, showing her his sticky fingers. “Did you just need to cum so bad huh? Couldn’t control yourself, Pips?” He cooed.

She sniffles, wiping at her tear stained cheeks. “I just m-missed you so bad…” she whispers. Work kept them separated and moments like this were rare and stolen.

His expression softens slightly at her words, but his tone remains stern. “I know you missed me, baby. But that doesn't give you permission to be a dirty girl without my say-so." He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know better than that."

"But I'll let it slide this time." He kisses her neck softly, kissing where his fingers left marks, his voice becoming gentler. "Because I missed you too." He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “And because I love you."

He strokes her hair gently, his other hand resting on her hip. "But next time..." His voice becomes darker again “…you ask before you cum." He kisses her forehead softly before pulling away slightly to look into her eyes. “Understand?"

“Yes sir…” she whispers. “Can you be Caleb again…?” That simple request chips away at his dominance. She’s his sweet Pipsqueak again, even covered in cum and his scent.

His stern expression breaks into a warm smile at her request. The Colonel persona melts away, replaced by the caring and playful Caleb she knows and loves. He leans in to capture her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. "There's my girl…”He murmurs against her mouth before deepening the kiss briefly.

When he pulls back, he cups her face gently, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "No more Mr. strict for a little while..." He kisses the tip of her nose playfully. “Just me and my favorite girl." He smiles warmly at her before pulling her back into a hug.

Here, they weren’t Hunter and Colonel.

Just Caleb and his Pipsqueak.

[cloudedangels]

A TEST OF CONTROL (18+)

2.3k words. PART 1/? not for minors! shoo!

Pt 2 -> here ♡ Pt 3 -> here

After being stood up three times, MC decides Caleb won’t earn her forgiveness without enduring some playful punishment. What starts as teasing quickly becomes a torturous test of Caleb’s self-control as she takes charge, drawing out every ounce of his restraint.

(Self-Indulgent and heavily inspired by 2-3 of Caleb’s lines in the cafe)

cw/tags: f!MC(reader), slow burn, unresolved sexual tension, dom!mc, sub!caleb, pilot!caleb, established relationship, teasing, punishment kink, edging, light power play, breath, withheld pleasure, delayed gratification, soft dom/sub, emotional tension, begging, dirty talk, gravity evol, fluff and smut, romantic smut, pining, touch, reward/punishment, kisses all over, oral tease, tension relief, switch dynamics, intimacy, NSFW, dominant/submissive, dubcon (mild), restraint, light pain play (scratching), suggestive language, mature themes, power imbalance, sensory teasing

MC is getting very, very annoyed with Caleb. He's canceled spending time with her twice with “emergency business” for the fleet. And even though when things like this happened before, Caleb tried his best to make it up to her, this time she figured she wouldn't be pleased until he received what she deems as a fair punishment. She sits on her couch, arms folded, waiting and waiting.  ‘I can't believe he canceled two days in a row and still has the nerve to be late today!!’

She flips through channels before hearing light boots and the sound of dangling keys. Then a soft rhythm of knocks follows. 

“It's open.”

She hears the soft click of the door but doesn't get up from the couch. Instead, she turns away and pouts, her head resting on the armrest. The footsteps come closer until Caleb is in front of her face, squatting down to eye level. 

“Hi, pipsqueak. Are you mad at me?” His big pretty eyes look like a sad puppy's.

“Guess.” She pokes him in the forehead with her finger, frustrated at how fast she wants to forgive him. “I was excited to see you. Two days ago, yesterday, this morning…” She scowls.

Caleb tries to hide a smirk at how bratty she's acting, knowing this show she puts on is a necessary and very cute step towards quick and easy forgiveness.

“I'm sorry, cutie,  you know I hate making you wait. The fleet—”

She pushes a finger to his lips before he can finish. “Shh. It's done anyways, no use explaining it again. But… I still haven't come up with a proper way to punish you.” She sits up properly on the couch and turns off the TV, the motion turning her away from him. But not before seeing his somewhat surprised expression.

He comes to sit next to her on the couch and suddenly her head is being turned to him. “Punish me however you like, I'm all yours, pips” She glares at the use of his gravity evol and shoves him onto his back as soon as he lets go of her face. 

“However I want, hm?” She hums.

Caleb lets out a soft “oof” as he lands on his back, laughing under his breath. His arm flops over his forehead like he's fainted. “Ah, Cruel Mistress, striking a defenseless man,” he groans dramatically.

MC narrows her eyes. “You don't look very sorry.”

He peeks at her through his fingers. “Maybe I'm just waiting to see what my punishment is.”

She climbs over him slowly, straddling his hips, and he swallows a bit too obviously. Her hands rest on his chest, steady, firm.

“You made me wait,” she says, low. “You got my hopes up. And you know how I get when I'm disappointed.”

He nods quickly. “You get pouty.”

“And a little mean,” she adds with a smirk, “Don’t you dare forget that.”

“Dangerous combination.” His voice is breathy now, no more teasing. “What are you going to do to me, pipsqueak?”

She leans in close, brushing her nose along his jaw. “You’ll find out. But not all at once. You’ll get it in doses… like I got my disappointment.”

His breath gets a bit heavy. There's no hiding the rises and falls of his chest as he searches for ways of maintaining control of himself. He doesn't touch her, his arms slack at his sides, his right arm hanging off the side of the couch. 

MC looks him in the eyes now, her face centimeters from him, and something dubious lights her expression. She holds his face in her two hands, their breath still mingling softly as Caleb searches her face for her next move, holding himself completely still. Her hips press into his abdomen, her arms across his chest,  her head tilted as she moves his chin down to look at her. “I know what I will do.”

He swallows again his Adam's apple bobbing. “Yeah? What is it, then?” His voice is a bit husky and low, she can almost hear the restraint. 

“Your self-control test is in order, I think.” She whispers into his ear, the action making him shiver beneath her. 

“My self-control test?” He says softly, eyes darting across her face for any sign of not meaning what she said. “Then do you want me to pass with flying colors... or fail miserably?”

She hums, low and thoughtful, the sound skimming along the shell of his ear. “That depends…”

Her fingers trail from his jawline down to the collar of his shirt, brushing barely-there touches that make him twitch under her. Her hips shift just a little, barely, but enough to remind him who’s in control.

“On?” he asks, and it’s a little breathless, a little desperate.

She meets his eyes again, her expression unreadable for a beat. Then, with a wicked little smile:

“On how entertaining your struggle is.”

He lets out a breath that sounds like a laugh caught in a groan. “Oh, I see. You want a show.”

MC nods, mock-innocent. “I waited three days. Seems fair I get some entertainment.”

“Then I hope you enjoy watching a man fall apart, your highness,” he mutters, trying to keep still even as her hands dip just under the hem of his shirt, palms warm against his skin.

She pauses, enjoying the tension curling tight between them. “You’re not allowed to move unless I say so,” she adds, brushing her lips against his cheek – but not quite kissing him. “And no evol. If I even feel a tug of gravity...”

“I won’t,” he promises instantly. “No evol. No hands. No movement. Just...” Torture.

She chuckles, finally settling her weight more firmly on his hips. “Exactly.”

His hands clench at his sides, his breathing uneven, and she can feel the tight coil of restraint beneath her like a drawn string.

“I should be mad at you more often,” she muses aloud. “You’re kind of cute like this.”

He closes his eyes with a strained smile breathing softly out his nose in an ironic chuckle. “Glad I can be of service.”

“Good,” she whispers, and leans in again. “Because I’ve just barely gotten started.”

His eyes flicker open at that, dark with anticipation and lust. She sees it all –  how tightly he's wound, how badly he wants to move, touch her, flip them over. And she also sees how hard he's trying not to. Her hands, splayed open, find their way slowly up his torso as she moves her hips, straddling him lower. He bites his lips, eyebrows knitted, breath catching as she can feel through their pants exactly how much he's holding back.

“Take your shirt off, Caleb.”

He doesn’t move. Not at first.

His eyes search hers, questioning, hopeful, desperate for permission, because technically, that would mean breaking the rules. And she's made those rules very clear.

So she just raises an eyebrow. “Huh? You need help understanding basic commands now, Pilot?”

That’s all it takes.

Caleb sits up slightly, just enough to reach behind his neck and pull the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, jaw tight the entire time. She watches the shift in his shoulders, the flex of restraint even in something so simple. He drops the shirt to the floor beside the couch without taking his eyes off her.

“Much better,  good boy.” She drags her palms across his now heaving chest, letting her nails trace faintly, enough to make him suck in a breath through his teeth. She's always loved his muscles, and as they flex with tightly bound desire she drinks him in with her gaze and careful touch.  

“Remind me to never upset you again…” he groans, laying back down as she pushes him gently. 

“You won't forget, I'm sure.” She smirks at him, truly enjoying him being so helpless.

“Please, can I fail just a little, pipsqueak?” He begs huskily, almost making her weak enough to forget her plan, but it's not enough.

“No way. Pass this with flying colors like you have everything else, my sweet Valedictorian. Perfect marks. Be a good boy.”

He nearly whimpers and she revels in it. 

“You’re taking this seriously,” she whispers, letting a finger trace the edge of his ribcage, “I appreciate the effort.”

“I’m trying so hard,” he grits, voice tight, strained, barely holding onto control. “You have no idea.”

“Oh but I do.” She grins devilishly at that, leaning in and planting a kiss to his throat. 

He trembles beneath her. His muscles are tense, breathing shallow– but he doesn't move. Doesn't grab, and he doesn't flip her over like she can tell he's dying to. His pulse thumps erratically against her lips.

“Three days,” she mutters softly, breath hot against his throat. “Do you know what that does to a girl?”

“I’m learning,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like he can’t take looking at her anymore without breaking her so called “rules”.

She leans in again, lips at the shell of his ear. “And if I decide I don’t want to let you pass this test?”

He grunts – wound up, helpless, so full of wanting it cuts through the air like static. “Then I’ll fail spectacularly,” he whispers, “but only if you make me. I'm already on the edge of it.”

She giggles softly, unable to contain how that pleases her. Her hands delicately grace his throat, resting there as she kisses just below his ear, then his jaw, the corner of his lips.  She slides her hands down his trembling body like reading scripture in braille as she kisses his throat (twice), his chest, his ribs… 

When her hands rest they are on either side of his waist, thumbs brushing up and down his stomach. His fists clench as she kisses his sternum, just above his belt, darting her tongue out for a millisecond. He twitches his hands, and in his pants. 

“I'm one move away from failing, MC," his voice is a husky groan as his head is thrown back, hands balled into shaking fists. "Is this a punishment... or...?”

“…Or?” she echoes, voice low, breath warm against his skin. She doesn’t lift her head. She just hovers there, lips parted just above the line of his belt, her fingers now resting unbearably light over his hip bones. The control in her touch is both maddening and deliberate. Calculated.

“...Do you want to keep going?” Caleb’s voice is gruff, harsh with self-control and want. “If you keep going, I won't be… able… to let you off the hook. Even if you claim you're doing… it on a whim…” He's breathless, frustrated, his knuckles turning white with gripped restraint. 

Her reply is syrupy and as sweet as it is torturous. “Shh… Are you forgetting” Another kiss to his sternum... “Who” A kiss to the cool metal of his buckle. “Is in charge?” Her breath hovers below his belt, her mouth centimeters away from his clothed arousal.

“Please…” Caleb chokes out,  desperately hanging by a tight thread of control. 

She lifts her head at this, allowing the word to linger in the air for just a moment before responding with a sweetened smile and a whispering voice. “You sound so desperate, Caleb… I like this… the sound of you begging for me… Music to my ears.”

He groans and it's deep and guttural, pained pleasure wrapped in reverence. His eyes flutter open, just enough to meet hers through the haze of desire and restraint.

“That’s because I am desperate,” he grits, voice shaking. “For you.”

Her lips curl into something between a smirk and a smile, satisfaction, maybe. Or mercy, laced with a promise she hasn’t decided to grant yet.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispers, almost mockingly tender as her fingers dip just under the waistband of his pants, but don’t venture further. Her touch is light, barely there, a spark without flame. “And you’ve been so obedient.”

His hips twitch, bucking just slightly beneath her, involuntary, restrained.

“I told you,” he breathes, “I’ll do anything. Just… please.”

She hums again, eyes half-lidded. “Mmm… you almost sound like you're sorry.”

“I am sorry,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

That does it.

She sits up slowly, eyes locked with his, hands dragging up his sides as she speaks.

“Good. Because only good boys get what they want.” A beat. “And you’ve been so good for me.”

He barely has time to exhale before she leans in again, this time with intent.

And then, all at once, she kisses him hard, pushing him flat against the couch again as the dam of tension finally, finally snaps. His hands rise, cautiously at first, then urgently, moving to grip her waist, as he grounds himself in the fact that yes, finally, the test is over.

She moves to unbutton his pants and undo his belt,  pulling it out of his pants and tossing it to the floor with a clank. Suddenly, Caleb's evol is hovering her above him, suspending her in air until he flips their positions. 

He's lifted up above her his hands and buff arms on either side of her head. “I might… fuck” he kisses her collarbone while moving one arm to take off her shirt. She lifts her arms as he pulls it up and off her, and the fabric joins his on the floor.

“You might what?” She asks him, her voice cracking with anticipation.

He bites her neck, drawing a mangled moan from her at last. He's breathing like an animal and already damp with sweat. “I might have… run out… of self control.” 

“You earned it… do your worst– and don’t make me wait for it.” She mutters, gripping him tightly. Knowing that with him, she always gets what she wants. One way or another.

[slimepuparibaba]

🔞 caleb hypothetical bdsm test results 🔞

I fucking woke up to my friend who helps me write for Caleb doing a BDSM test for their characterization of Caleb and this is...

...THIS IS WHAT WE GET. I GUESS.

...I...

HM.

DO WITH THIS AS YOU WILL?

ITS NOT A BIBLE OR ANYTHING I JUST... FIGURED IF YOUD LIKE IT... OR SOMETHING. I.

...YOU CAN GET THAT MANY 100s??????

I MEAN IT'S MAINLY DOM-LEANING CALEB—

CALEB BEING A FREAK JEEZ PRIMAL HUNTER BEING RIGHT AT THE FUCKING TOP AS A 100?????????

IM MORE SURPRISED HES NOT MORE OF AN EXHIBITIONIST BUT THEN THE CALEB WRITER SAID "he'd be more of one its just that he's conflicted between showing the world his pip-squeak belongs to him and keeping his pip-squeak locked up in a room solely for his eyes only because no one should defile their form with their filthy eyes except for him" LIKE WHY DID YOU PUT THIS MUCH THOUGHT INTO IT DUDE

NO I DONT KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED, A LOT OF US IN THE CHAOS IN LINKON SERVER ARE JUST AS CONFUSED

[ashsillyrants]

Pilot! Caleb drabble: Skyward Shenanigans

Note: Caleb x fem! Reader, semi-nsfw (dirty talking), mean! Dom Caleb (only slightly), minors don't interact please :)

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You and Caleb were just going home from a nice arcade date, where he won you a cute, smiling apple plushie. Caleb had brought his aircraft, intending to give you a well-anticipated flight back home to your apartment in Linkon City.

Seeing the way Caleb piloted the aircraft so easily, as if it was a toy instead of a billion dollar aircraft, it was doing things to you. Things you knew if you voiced out loud would get you admitted into the psych ward.

And so, like any sane person, you decided to stare at him, the hunger clear in your eyes as you admired the way his muscles contracted and relaxed with every button he pressed, every lever he pushed. A certain contract had you letting out an involuntary whimper, one that Caleb caught easily.

His eyes, that were full of concern when they turned to look at you, darkened considerably when he noticed the way you were giving him bedroom eyes. His grip tightened on the control wheel, and a small, mean sounding chuckle escaped his lips.

"Well well, what do we have here, pips? Baby can't wait until we're home to be filled? Dirty girl."

His smooth, mock-condescending tone flooded your ears through the headset and you could not hold back the moan that escaped you, a sound that made Caleb curse under his breath, his hand blindly reaching for the autopilot button. He couldn't put your safety on the line, especially when his head was a mess by your sweet sounds.

"Fuck, baby, don't do this to me. I need to get us home. I promise, once we're home, I'll fill you up in ways you can't even imagine."

The promise in his voice made you let out another depraved sound, and Caleb was glad he had the sense to put the aircraft on autopilot, because that sound made his brain short-circuit.

"I know honey, I know. Just a few more minutes. Be a good girl for me, okay?"

You couldn't hold your breathy gasp at the way his smooth voice kept assaulting you with petnames. But, just as you were about to say something, static was heard from the Comms.

"Uh.... Guys... You didn't close off the comms." You and Caleb both froze when Gideon, Caleb's on-ground partner's awkward voice came through the headset.

The ride back home had never been more silent.

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The end

Hope you all liked it, it's my first time writing something suggestive 🥹